Easter Poem

Oscar Wilde (1854–1900).  

20. Easter Day 




THE silver trumpets rang across the Dome: 
  The people knelt upon the ground with awe: 
  And borne upon the necks of men I saw, 
Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome. 
Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam,         5
  And, king-like, swathed himself in royal red, 
  Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head: 
In splendour and in light the Pope passed home. 
My heart stole back across wide wastes of years 
  To One who wandered by a lonely sea,  10
  And sought in vain for any place of rest: 
“Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest, 
  I, only I, must wander wearily, 
  And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.”
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Easter Wings

Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store, 
      Though foolishly he lost the same, 
         Decaying more and more, 
         Till he became 
         Most poore: 
         With thee 
         O let me rise 
         As larks, harmoniously, 
      And sing this day thy victories: 
Then shall the fall further the flight in me. 
 
My tender age in sorrow did beginne 
      And still with sicknesses and shame. 
         Thou didst so punish sinne, 
         That I became 
         Most thinne. 
         With thee 
         Let me combine, 
         And feel thy victorie: 
         For, if I imp my wing on thine, 
Affliction shall advance the flight in me. 

Easter Wings

Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store, 
      Though foolishly he lost the same, 
         Decaying more and more, 
         Till he became 
         Most poore: 
         With thee 
         O let me rise 
         As larks, harmoniously, 
      And sing this day thy victories: 
Then shall the fall further the flight in me. 
My tender age in sorrow did beginne 
      And still with sicknesses and shame. 
         Thou didst so punish sinne, 
         That I became 
         Most thinne. 
         With thee 
         Let me combine, 
         And feel thy victorie: 
         For, if I imp my wing on thine, 
Affliction shall advance the flight in me. 

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