LOVE, as the Resurrection Angel, goes To the low Sepulchre one watcher knows. "Of Easter-lilies I am lord:" Love saith, "O Sleeper, I have ransomed thee from death. "O Dreamer, she is very tired. Arise And kiss the night of weeping from her eyes." But Love the Easter-Angel calls in vain.— Vain, seven times vain the seven-fold spells of pain! Or is the chamber void? Is the Soul risen From out the passionate spices of the prison?— Immortal kisses, falling soft as sighs, Will never staunch the tears of mortal eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVELATION AT CAP FERRAT by CLARENCE MAJOR CAMPUS SONNET: BEFORE AN EXAMINATION by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET COMING DOWN TO THE DESERT AT LORDBURG, N.M. by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE FLAME LIGHTS UP by DAVID IGNATOW CHAMBER MUSIC: 8 by JAMES JOYCE TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: CHARLES WARREN, THE SHERIFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |