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.
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This is a wonderful poem, I actually disagree with Nam, I think the length is fine and all that needs to be said has been , great poem
Sanity.
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nice
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The end is a surprise...you think it is about Jesus rising from the tomb, only to find that the person writing is a pagan.
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I agree,. it could be a bit longer but nice.
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I thought it to be too short. I thought it could go a bit longer. But, as is, I reckon it should suffice. It is a good piece written by the author.
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