Poems (Taylor)/Spring (Love, as the Resurrection Angel, goes)

by Rachel Annand Taylor

For works with similar titles, see Spring.

SPRING

Love, as the Resurrection Angel, goesTo the low Sepulchre one watcher knows.

"Of Easter-lilies I am lord:" Love saith,"O Sleeper, I have ransomed thee from death.

"O Dreamer, she is very tired. AriseAnd kiss the night of weeping from her eyes."

But Love the Easter-Angel calls in vain.—Vain, seven times vain the seven-fold spells of pain!

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Or is the chamber void? Is the Soul risenFrom out the passionate spices of the prison?—

Immortal kisses, falling soft as sighs,Will never staunch the tears of mortal eyes.