Oberon and Puck

Chapter 22: AT EASTER-TIDE.

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A lyrical volume of poems alternating serious and playful tones, presented in two complementary groupings that range from meditative pieces steeped in faery and classical allusion to lighter, sprightly verse about nature, music, and childhood. Rich natural imagery—woods, flowers, birds, and seasonal change—permeates many lyrics, while occasional elegies and critical tributes honor other artists. Short ballads and children’s songs add narrative and comic sketches, and several occasional pieces contemplate rites of passage and parting. The poems employ varied stanza forms to balance romantic imagination, attentive observation, and gentle humor.

AT EASTER-TIDE.

At Easter-tide, when lilies blow

For font and altar, virgin things,

When spikes of maple scarlet show,

And thin clouds white as angels’ wings,

While some fresh voice the message flings

“The Lord is risen!”—from long ago

Rise purified the tombéd Springs,

At Easter-tide, when lilies blow.

Oh, when the hallowed hour not brings

Those gloried ghosts, whose brows we know,

Nor I o’er change and distance throw,

In midmost prayer, an arm that clings,

Ah then, the deep-toned bell that rings

I shall not hear, nor hear whatso

The clear young voice triumphant sings,

At Easter-tide, when lilies blow!