Religion
Our Church palms are budding willow twigs
From Verses (1893)
Religion
While Christ lay dead the widowed world
Wore willow green for hope undone:
Till, when bright Easter dews impearled
The chilly burial earth,
All north and south, all east and west,
Flushed rosy in the arising sun;
Hope laughed, and Faith resumed her rest,
And Love remembered mirth.
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Codex Note
Verses (1893), section: Some Feasts and Fasts / Easter Even.
Cite this poem
MLA
Rossetti, Christina. “Our Church palms are budding willow twigs.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/rossetti_c/679/.
Chicago
Rossetti, Christina. “Our Church palms are budding willow twigs.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/rossetti_c/679/.
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