Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EASTER EVEN (2), by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: There is nothing more that they can do Last Line: And with him bring his sheaves. Alternate Author Name(s): Alleyne, Ellen; Rossetti, Christina Subject(s): Easter; Holidays; Jesus Christ; The Resurrection | ||||||||
There is nothing more that they can do For all their rage and boast; Caiaphas with his blaspheming crew, Herod with his host, Pontius Pilate in his judgment hall Judging their Judge and his, Or he who led them all and passed them all Arch-Judas with his kiss. The sepulchre made sure with ponderous stone Seal that same stone, O priest; It may be thou shalt block the Holy One From rising in the east: Set a watch above the sepulchre To watch on pain of death; They must hold fast the stone if One should stir And shake it from beneath. God Almighty He can break a seal, And roll away a stone; Can grind the proud in dust who not kneel, And crush the mighty one. There is nothing more that they can do For all their passionate care, Those who sit in dust, the blessed few, And weep and rend their hair. Peter, Thomas, Mary Magdalen, The Virgin unreproved, Joseph with Nicodemus foremost men, And John the well-beloved. Bring your finest linen and your spice, Swathe the Sacred Dead, Bind with careful hands and piteous eyes The napkin round his Head; Lay Him in the garden rock to rest; Rest you the Sabbath length: The Sun That went down crimson in the west Shall rise renewed in strength. God Almighty shall give joy for pain, Shall comfort him who grieves: Lo, He with joy shall doubtless come again And with Him bring His sheaves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EASTER EVE by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON EASTER SUNDAY by LUCILLE CLIFTON GOD SEND EASTER by LUCILLE CLIFTON NOT THE CUCKOLD'S DREAM; FOR SAM PEREIRA by NORMAN DUBIE EASTER HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA I DEFINE THE DARKNESS CORRECT: THE FESTIVAL OF THE FRERES LUMIERES by ELENI SIKELIANOS SPANISH EASTER: 1926 by CONRAD AIKEN IT IS FINISHED' by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ITALIA, IO TI SALUTO!' by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HEART KNOWETH ITS OWN BITTERNESS' (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |
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