Thou, whose sad heart and weeping head lies low, Whose cloudy breast cold damps invade, Who never feel'st the Sun, nor smooth'st thy brow, But sitt'st oppressed in the shade, Awake, awake, And in his Resurrection partake, Who on this day (that thou might'st rise as he) Rose up, and cancelled two deaths due to thee. Awake, awake; and, like the Sun, disperse All mists that would usurp this day; Where are thy palms, thy branches, and thy verse? @3Hosanna!@1 hark, why dost thou stay? Arise, arise, And with his healing blood anoint thine eyes, Thy inward eyes; his blood will cure thy mind, Whose spittle only could restore the blind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARRIAGE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE FLOWER OF BEAUTY by GEORGE DARLEY THE CHILDREN'S HOUR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE ROARING FROST by ALICE MEYNELL INDIAN SUMMER (2) by JOHN BANISTER TABB THE RIVER DUDDON: SONNET 34. AFTER-THOUGHT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH LOVE POEMS: 2. ON A LADY'S YELLOW HAIR, POWDERED WITH WHITE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |