Poems (King)/Easter Morning

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Easter Morning
GRAY bent the sky above the rock-ribbed tomb
  That clasped the Lord-Christ to its stony heart;
And far the star of morning glimmered faint,
  Its fading beauty of the scene a part.

And now that black-plumed night on noiseless wing
  Adown the west at day-dawn far has fled,
Behold where Roman soldiers, sullen, keep
  Reluctant bivouac round the Mighty Dead.

'Tis day; earth trembles and the soldiers fly;
  For see! an angel clad in woven light
Unbars the ponderous tomb, now tenantless,
  For Christ, the Lord, hath risen in His might.

Be glad, O sun! O rolling, starry worlds,
  Sing blithe as in the first great morn of time!
Earth laugh with flowers, ye birds spill music down,
  Old ocean, chant your symphony sublime!

O heart of man, to rapture set thy beats,
  And love, upsoar on song's melodious breath;
From earth's dark bosom springs the Flower of Life,—
  Thy risen God hath snapt the bonds of death!