She had a vision in the dark <br />Ere the first lark from nest took flight; <br />She saw her own son from fierce strife <br />Win to new Life and new Delight. <br /> <br />The clouds were tattered round his head <br />As sore bested he fought his foe, <br />Where in the conflict he was ta'en <br />And slain -- she did not see it so. <br /> <br />She saw indeed his bitter case <br />In that sad place, parched, without shade, <br />And how her Christian Knight must fall <br />In Paynim thrall, should Heaven not aid. <br /> <br />But now what light burns in the cloud? <br />What voices loud against his ear? <br />St. Andrew and St. Patrick ride <br />Close by his side; St. George is near. <br /> <br />His banner floats upon the breeze, <br />Like a gold fleece it wraps him round -- <br />So, cap-à-pie from head to knee, <br />His enemy he strikes to ground. <br /> <br />He's won the day, he's won the day! <br />See the light play upon his brow! <br />Brave in his armour and upright <br />The Christian Knight is riding now. <br /> <br />She had that vision of her son <br />When by the moon asleep she lay -- <br />And woke to singing birds and dew, <br />And knew that it was Easter Day.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-vision-katia-easter-sunday-1916/
