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Easter Night


All night had shout of ment and cry

    Of woeful women filled His way;

Until that noon of sombre sky

    On Friday, clamour and display

Smote Him; no solitude had He,

No silence, since Gethsemane.


 Public was death; but Power, but Might,

    But Life again, but Victory,

Were hushed within the dead of night,

    The shuttered dark, the secrecy.

And all alone, alone, alone,

He rose again behind the stone.


  -- Alice Meynell (1847-1922)