O Heart, no longer mourn; behold the hills, How radiant they greet the Easter dawn! Come, reverently, while the silence fills The kneeling valleys with her carillon. These mountains witness immortality: They knew strange death, ordealed by ice and fire, Yet rose triumphant from their grave of sea, Transcending pristine heights to climb still higher, Relinquishing a worn-out robe of gray For sable forests and a crown of frost. And if death like a sea embrace this clay Some instant, never fear the sun be lost! You shall arise! You shall arise to stand Wind stripped, rain-laved of cerements of sand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER, 1930 by KAREN SWENSON THE CARPENTER'S SON by SARA TEASDALE FOR CHARLIE'S SAKE by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE FOURTH CANTO, OR LAST QUARTER by WILLIAM BASSE |