All rank on rank the tall white lillies stood, <br /> The graceful palms against the rose-flushed sky <br />Showed gemmed with dew-drops, and red poppies glowed <br /> Through the rank grass near by. <br /> <br />All hushed the air was - rapt and clear and still <br /> The earth, late racked with pain <br />Felt it's insensate form with rapture thrill <br /> And hope was born again <br /> <br />But in that garden there was silence deep, <br /> All nature waited - till a ringing cry <br />'Rabboni! Master!' cleft the dewey air, <br /> And swift the listening sky <br /> <br />Flashed into splendour, and the sun leaped up <br /> And all creation thrilled with joy new-born <br />Hailing Our risen Lord with ectasy <br /> On that first Easter morn.<br /><br />Alice Guerin Crist<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/resurrection-2/
