Again the Pasque! Again the gift of beauty, The pointed chalice with its heart of gold! Once more resurgence from a long quiescence! Once more the Springtime by the purple told! Again the hands of happy little children Are filled with blossoms for a token sweet; At last the bleakness of the far-flung prairies Is broken by the color at our feet. Again it brings its gift for mortal healing; Again it holds its gorgeous bounty up; Perchance we find a soul's revivifying Is lying in the beauty of the cup. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW YEAR'S EVE by DAVID IGNATOW RETROSPECT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CORPORATE ENTITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH THE HEART'S RETURN by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |