Now the golden daffodil <br />Lifts from earth his shining head <br />That was lately frozen still <br />In the gardens of the dead. <br /> <br /> <br />Sing to the Lord a new song! <br />Roundelays and virelays, <br />Who hath slain Death and is young <br />Master of your holidays. <br /> <br /> <br />Now from places underground <br />Gold and purple folk will go <br />Haled by the shrill trumpet sound <br />From their wormy beds below. <br /> <br /> <br />Now the stone is from the tomb! <br />Now 'tis Easter and the morn! <br />Christ the Lord of Life is come, <br />Hath slain Death, and Life is born. <br /> <br /> <br />Christ the Lord of Life new-risen, <br />Calls the sleepers that they rise-- <br />From the unnumbered graves, break prison, <br />Follow Him to Paradise. <br /> <br /> <br />Who be then these shining ones <br />Dancing with a heavenly mirth, <br />The King's daughters, the King's sons, <br />Fairer than the folk of earth? <br /> <br /> <br />Graves are busier than a hive <br />The wind blows, the sun is warm; <br />Now the dead are come alive-- <br />Loosed is many a golden swarm. <br /> <br /> <br />Sing to the Lord a new song! <br />The Sun's risen in our East; <br />Christ the Lord of Life is young. <br />And the young sit to the feast.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/resurrection-43/
