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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. 
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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. 
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The Easter Flower

Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly
My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground,
Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily
Soft-scented in the air for yards around;

Alone, without a hint of guardian leaf!
Just like a fragile bell of silver rime,
It burst the tomb for freedom sweet and brief
In the young pregnant year at Eastertime;

And many thought it was a sacred sign,
And some called it the resurrection flower;
And I, a pagan, worshiped at its shrine,
Yielding my heart unto its perfumed power.

Festus Claudius McKay

(1889-1948)

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"Meeting The Easter Bunny" by Rowena Bennett

On Easter morn at early dawnbefore the cocks were crowingI met a bob-tail bunnykinand asked where he was going."Tis in the house and out the housea-tispy, tipsy-toeing,Tis round the house and 'bout the housea-lightly I am going.""But what is that of every hueyou carry in your basket?""Tis eggs of gold and eggs of blue;I wonder that you ask it."Tis chocolate eggs and bonbon eggsand eggs of red and gray,For every child in every houseon bonny Easter day."He perked his ears and winked his eyeand twitched his little nose;He shook his tail — what tail he had —and stood up on his toes."I must be gone before the sun;the east is growing gray;Tis almost time for bells to chime." —So he hippety-hopped away.
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Spring bursts to-day,
For Christ is risen and all the earth’s at play.
Flash forth, thou Sun,
The rain is over and gone, its work is done.
Winter is past,
Sweet Spring is come at last, is come at last.
Bud, Fig and Vine,
Bud, Olive, fat with fruit and oil and wine.
Break forth this morn
In roses, thou but yesterday a Thorn.
Uplift thy head,
O pure white Lily through the Winter dead.
Beside your dams
Leap and rejoice, you merry-making Lambs.
All Herds and Flocks
Rejoice, all Beasts of thickets and of rocks.
Sing, Creatures, sing,
Angels and Men and Birds and everything.
All notes of Doves
Fill all our world: this is the time of loves.

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Beneath Thy Cross

Am I a stone, and not a sheep,
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath thy cross,
To number drop by drop Thy Blood's slow loss,
And yet not weep?

Not so those women loved
Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;
Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;
Not so the thief was moved;

Not so the Sun and Moon
Which hid their faces in a starless sky,
A horror of great darkness at broad noon--
I, only I.

Yet give not o'er,
But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;
Greater than Moses, turn and look once more
And smite a rock.

~ Christina Rossetti

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"Easter Day" by Oscar Wilde

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,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 yearsTo One who wandered by a lonely sea,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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