To-day I acted Christ, While Joy played Lazarus; I buried her in ferns And heaps of gathered grass. And when I cried 'Come forth!' Up from the grave she rose And, with a peal of bells, Threw off her burial clothes. When Sleep this night has come, With feathers for our grass, Shall we reverse our parts Of Christ and Lazarus? When I a buried man Hear 'Lazarus, come forth!' I'll rise and, with both hands, Ring every bell on earth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIS LADY'S HAND by THOMAS WYATT OZYMANDIAS REVISITED by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP THE MAD GARDENER'S SONG by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON BOSTON HYMN; READ IN MUSIC HALL, JANUARY 1, 1863 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE SUBALTERNS by THOMAS HARDY POPULAR BALLAD: NEVER FORGET YOUR PARENTS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |