WHILE Christ lay dead the widowed world Wore willow green for hope undone: Till, when bright Easter dews impearled The chilly burial earth, All north and south, all east and west, Flushed rosy in the arising sun; Hope laughed, and Faith resumed her rest, And Love remembered mirth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY POEMS: 1 by GEORGE BARKER CATTLE SHOW by CHRISTOPHER MURRAY GRIEVE THE WHITE CITY by CLAUDE MCKAY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 69. AUTUMN IDLENESS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE PALM TREE by ABD-AR RAHMAN I THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 103. WRITTEN AT FLORENCE: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |