Thou, whose sad heart and weeping head lies low, Whose cloudy breast cold damps invade, Who never feel'st the Sun, nor smooth'st thy brow, But sitt'st oppressed in the shade, Awake, awake, And in his Resurrection partake, Who on this day (that thou might'st rise as he) Rose up, and cancelled two deaths due to thee. Awake, awake; and, like the Sun, disperse All mists that would usurp this day; Where are thy palms, thy branches, and thy verse? @3Hosanna!@1 hark, why dost thou stay? Arise, arise, And with his healing blood anoint thine eyes, Thy inward eyes; his blood will cure thy mind, Whose spittle only could restore the blind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET, WRITTEN IN JANUARY 1817 by JOHN KEATS RIDE NOT TOO FAST WITH BEAUTY by ELSIE TWINING ABBOTT THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 10. THE DEATH OF HUSKISSON by T. BAKER EXOTIC PERFUME by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |