Resurrection

Sleep holds you, sons of war : you may not see
(You whose charmed heads sink heavy in your hands)
How 'twixt the budding and the barren tree
With glory in his staring eyes, he stands.

There's a sharp movement in this shivering morn
That blinds your senses while it breaks your power :
The Phoenix grips the eagle : Christ reborn
Bears high the standard. Sleep a little hour :

Sleep : it were best ye saw not those bright eyes
Prepared to wreck your world with errant flame,
And drive strong men to follow mysteries,
Voices, and winds, and things that have no name.

Dare you leave strength half-proved, duty half-done ?
Awake ! This God will hunt you from the sun !