Alice Meynell: Easter Night

All night had shout of men, and cry
         Of woeful women filled His way;
Until that noon of sombre sky
         On Friday, clamour and display
Smote Him; no solitude had He,
No silence, since Gethsemane.

Public was Death; but Power, but Might,
         But Life again, but Victory,
Were hushed within the dead of night,
         The shutter'd dark, the secrecy.
And all alone, alone, alone,
He rose again behind the stone.

[Poems, ed. Wilfrid Meynell, p. 94.]

(See The Poems of Alice Meynell.)

Lane Core Jr. CIW P — Sat. 04/19/03 07:03:23 AM
Categorized as Religious.