OH, rare as the splendor of lilies, And sweet as the violet's breath, Comes the jubilant morning of Easter, The triumph of life over death; And fresh from the earth's quickened bosom Full baskets of flowers we bring, And scatter their satin soft petals To carpet a path for our King. In the countless green blades of the meadow, The sheen of the daffodil's gold, In the tremulous blue on the mountains, The opaline mist on the wold, In the tinkle of brooks through the pasture, The river's strong sweep to the sea, Are signs of the day that is hasting In gladness to you and to me. Oh, dawn in thy splendor of lilies, Thy fluttering violet breath, Oh, jubilant morning of Easter, Thou triumph of life over death! Then fresh from the earth's quickened bosom Full baskets of flowers we bring, And scatter their satin soft petals To carpet a path for our King. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SOLILOQUY; OCCASIONED BY THE CHIRPING OF A GRASSHOPPER by WALTER HARTE THE GRAVE OF A POETESS by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE BRAVEST BATTLE by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 1. E.P. ODE POUR L'ELECTION DE SON SEPULCHRE by EZRA POUND THE AFFLICTION OF MARGARET by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |