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| Noli me tangere (Touch me Not), from the Ressurection Giotto di Bondone |
The Hope of the Resurrection
by Vachel Lindsay
Though I have watched so many mourners weep
O'er the real dead, in dull earth laid asleep—
Those dead seemed but the shadows of my days
That passed and left me in the sun's bright rays.
Now though you go on smiling in the sun
Our love is slain, and love and you were one.
You are the first, you I have known so long,
Whose death was deadly, a tremendous wrong.
Therefore I seek the faith that sets it right
Amid the lilies and the candle-light.
I think on Heaven, for in that air so dear
We two may meet, confused and parted here.
Ah, when man's dearest dies,'tis then he goes
To that old balm that heals the centuries' woes.
Then Christ's wild cry in all the streets is rife:—
"I am the Resurrection and the Life."
Though I have watched so many mourners weep
O'er the real dead, in dull earth laid asleep—
Those dead seemed but the shadows of my days
That passed and left me in the sun's bright rays.
Now though you go on smiling in the sun
Our love is slain, and love and you were one.
You are the first, you I have known so long,
Whose death was deadly, a tremendous wrong.
Therefore I seek the faith that sets it right
Amid the lilies and the candle-light.
I think on Heaven, for in that air so dear
We two may meet, confused and parted here.
Ah, when man's dearest dies,'tis then he goes
To that old balm that heals the centuries' woes.
Then Christ's wild cry in all the streets is rife:—
"I am the Resurrection and the Life."
Though I have watched
so many mourners weep O'er the real dead, in dull earth laid asleep—
Those dead seemed but the shadows of my days That passed and left me in
the sun's bright rays.
Now though you go on smiling in the sun Our love is slain, and love and
you were one.
You are the first, you I have known so long, Whose death was deadly, a
tremendous wrong.
Therefore I seek the faith that sets it right Amid the lilies and the
candle-light.
I think on Heaven, for in that air so dear We two may meet, confused and
parted here.
Ah, when man's dearest dies,'tis then he goes To that old balm that
heals the centuries' woes.
Then Christ's wild cry in all the streets is rife:— "I am the
Resurrection and the Life.
"
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Though I have watched
so many mourners weep O'er the real dead, in dull earth laid asleep—
Those dead seemed but the shadows of my days That passed and left me in
the sun's bright rays.
Now though you go on smiling in the sun Our love is slain, and love and
you were one.
You are the first, you I have known so long, Whose death was deadly, a
tremendous wrong.
Therefore I seek the faith that sets it right Amid the lilies and the
candle-light.
I think on Heaven, for in that air so dear We two may meet, confused and
parted here.
Ah, when man's dearest dies,'tis then he goes To that old balm that
heals the centuries' woes.
Then Christ's wild cry in all the streets is rife:— "I am the
Resurrection and the Life.
"
Read more at: http://www.poetrysoup.com/famous/poem/6347/the_hope_of_the_resurrection
Read more at: http://www.poetrysoup.com/famous/poem/6347/the_hope_of_the_resurrection
Though I have watched
so many mourners weep O'er the real dead, in dull earth laid asleep—
Those dead seemed but the shadows of my days That passed and left me in
the sun's bright rays.
Now though you go on smiling in the sun Our love is slain, and love and
you were one.
You are the first, you I have known so long, Whose death was deadly, a
tremendous wrong.
Therefore I seek the faith that sets it right Amid the lilies and the
candle-light.
I think on Heaven, for in that air so dear We two may meet, confused and
parted here.
Ah, when man's dearest dies,'tis then he goes To that old balm that
heals the centuries' woes.
Then Christ's wild cry in all the streets is rife:— "I am the
Resurrection and the Life.
"
Read more at: http://www.poetrysoup.com/famous/poem/6347/the_hope_of_the_resurrection
Read more at: http://www.poetrysoup.com/famous/poem/6347/the_hope_of_the_resurrection
Though I have watched
so many mourners weep O'er the real dead, in dull earth laid asleep—
Those dead seemed but the shadows of my days That passed and left me in
the sun's bright rays.
Now though you go on smiling in the sun Our love is slain, and love and
you were one.
You are the first, you I have known so long, Whose death was deadly, a
tremendous wrong.
Therefore I seek the faith that sets it right Amid the lilies and the
candle-light.
I think on Heaven, for in that air so dear We two may meet, confused and
parted here.
Ah, when man's dearest dies,'tis then he goes To that old balm that
heals the centuries' woes.
Then Christ's wild cry in all the streets is rife:— "I am the
Resurrection and the Life.
Read more at: http://www.poetrysoup.com/famous/poem/6347/the_hope_of_the_resurrection
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