WAITING FOR EASTER.
Hark! the clarion March wind! its wild, defiant greeting
Rouses moor and forest, rouses hill and sea—
Stormy as the bugles that call when hosts are meeting,
Rich as notes from Alp to Alp when horns make jubilee!
Rouses moor and forest, rouses hill and sea—
Stormy as the bugles that call when hosts are meeting,
Rich as notes from Alp to Alp when horns make jubilee!
Down the darkening sunset a single star is shining,
Lost as clouds drift landward off the ocean dim;
Dreary rise the mountains, against the gray reclining,
Wan as ghosts that silent steal where swells a funeral hymn.
Lost as clouds drift landward off the ocean dim;
Dreary rise the mountains, against the gray reclining,
Wan as ghosts that silent steal where swells a funeral hymn.
Hark! the stately chorus! away, my soul's dejection!
Songs of summer warble through the glorious strain;
Every ringing cadence is a blast of resurrection,
Bold as blown by Israfil across some burial plain!
Songs of summer warble through the glorious strain;
Every ringing cadence is a blast of resurrection,
Bold as blown by Israfil across some burial plain!
