Resurrection
When all the altar lights were dead,
And mockery choked the world's desire;
When every faith on earth had fled,
A spirit rose on wings of fire.
He rose and sang. I never heard
A song of such ecstatic breath;
And, though I caught no throbbing word,
I knew that he had conquered death.
He sang no comfortable things;
But as a shaft had pierced him through;
And dark stain between his wings
Grew darker as the glory grew.
He sang the agonies of loss;
Of farewells, and love's last kiss.
He sang in heaven as on a cross,
A spirit crucified with bliss.
Over these ruined shrines he rose,
These crumbling graves where all men grope!
Racked by the universal throes,
And singing the eternal hope.
And mockery choked the world's desire;
When every faith on earth had fled,
A spirit rose on wings of fire.
He rose and sang. I never heard
A song of such ecstatic breath;
And, though I caught no throbbing word,
I knew that he had conquered death.
He sang no comfortable things;
But as a shaft had pierced him through;
And dark stain between his wings
Grew darker as the glory grew.
He sang the agonies of loss;
Of farewells, and love's last kiss.
He sang in heaven as on a cross,
A spirit crucified with bliss.
Over these ruined shrines he rose,
These crumbling graves where all men grope!
Racked by the universal throes,
And singing the eternal hope.
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