I think that still, as Easter morn dawns nigh, Damascus Gate, and all the wall thereby, Must breathe a trembling and expectant sigh. I think the garden places and the street Passed by the Saviour's resurrection feet Still quiver at the memory high and sweet. I think the very pebbles glittering bare, And all the flowers in the garden fair, Are thrilled as if the Saviour still were there. And who will say He does not there return, Since in our own glad hearts that throb and burn His radiant Easter presence we discern? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE SUN'S TRAVELS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE MISTRESS; A SONG by JOHN WILMOT LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 4. BALLYTULLAGH by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ANNA AND HENRY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |