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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386556" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Easter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386556" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Lent gathers up her cloak of sombre shading <br> In her reluctant hands. <br>Her beauty heightens, fairest in its fading, <br> As pensively she stands <br>Awaiting Easter's benediction falling, <br> Like silver stars at night, <br>Before she can obey the summons calling <br> Her to her upward flight, <br>Awaiting Easter's wings that she must borrow <br> Ere she can hope to fly-- <br>Those glorious wings that we shall see to-morrow <br> Against the far, blue sky. <br>Has not the purple of her vesture's lining <br> Brought calm and rest to all? <br>Has her dark robe had naught of golden shining <br> Been naught but pleasure's pall? <br>Who knows? Perhaps when to the world returning <br> In youth's light joyousness, <br>We'll wear some rarer jewels we found burning <br> In Lent's black-bordered dress. <br>So hand in hand with fitful March she lingers <br> To beg the crowning grace <br>Of lifting with her pure and holy fingers <br> The veil from April's face. <br>Sweet, rosy April--laughing, sighing, waiting <br> Until the gateway swings, <br>And she and Lent can kiss between the grating <br> Of Easter's tissue wings. <br>Too brief the bliss--the parting comes with sorrow. <br> Good-bye dear Lent, good-bye! <br>We'll watch your fading wings outlined to-morrow <br> Against the far blue sky.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Emily+Pauline+Johnson">Emily Pauline Johnson</a></strong></div>