In the last letter that I had from France <br />You thanked me for the silver Easter egg <br />Which I had hidden in the box of apples <br />You like to munch beyond all other fruit. <br />You found the egg the Monday before Easter, <br />And said. 'I will praise Easter Monday now - <br />It was such a lovely morning'. Then you spoke <br />Of the coming battle and said, 'This is the eve. <br />'Good-bye. And may I have a letter soon'. <br /> <br />That Easter Monday was a day for praise, <br />It was such a lovely morning. In our garden <br />We sowed our earliest seeds, and in the orchard <br />The apple-bud was ripe. It was the eve, <br />There are three letters that you will not get.<br /><br />Eleanor Farjeon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/easter-monday-2/