Friday, April 21, 2023

Poem: “Early, While it was Yet Dark” by: Alice Meynell

 All night had shout of men and cry

Of woeful women filled his way;

Until that noon of somber sky

On Friday, clamor and display

Smote him; no solitude had he,

No silence, since Gethsemane.

 

Public was death; but power, but night,

But life again, but victory,

Were hushed within the dead of night,

The shuttered dark, the secrecy,

And all alone, alone, alone,

He rose again behind the stone.

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