LOVE, as the Resurrection Angel, goes To the low Sepulchre one watcher knows. "Of Easter-lilies I am lord:" Love saith, "O Sleeper, I have ransomed thee from death. "O Dreamer, she is very tired. Arise And kiss the night of weeping from her eyes." But Love the Easter-Angel calls in vain.— Vain, seven times vain the seven-fold spells of pain! Or is the chamber void? Is the Soul risen From out the passionate spices of the prison?— Immortal kisses, falling soft as sighs, Will never staunch the tears of mortal eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SMILE AS SMALL AS MINE by EMILY DICKINSON RED JACKET by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK ON A GRAVE AT GRINDELWALD by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 28. AS-BAZIR by EDWIN ARNOLD DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 2. EPILOGUE: 5TH OCTOBER 1896 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |