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(6 February 1876 - 13 June 1941 / Clare Castle)


All rank on rank the tall white lillies stood,
The graceful palms against the rose-flushed sky
Showed gemmed with dew-drops, and red poppies glowed
Through the rank grass near by.

All hushed the air was - rapt and clear and still
The earth, late racked with pain
Felt it's insensate form with rapture thrill
And hope was born again

But in that garden there was silence deep,
All nature waited - till a ringing cry
'Rabboni! Master!' cleft the dewey air,
And swift the listening sky

Flashed into splendour, and the sun leaped up
And all creation thrilled with joy new-born
Hailing Our risen Lord with ectasy
On that first Easter morn.

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As usual, John Richter said everything I wanted to say, only he said it first and better than I would have. Well said, John.
This is an intellectually written Iambic poem, with 3 consecutive lines of I. pentameter and one I. trimeter per stanza. The Iambic flow is imperfect on lines S1L4 which is mostly Trochaic and S4L3, that starts with a Trochaic couple but these flaws are of no great importance; the poem flows beautifully and its conceptual content is subtly religious and pleasant!
Beautifully rhymed and metered poem and definitely well placed in perhaps the greatest spiritual realm. Christ's Resurrection, with nothing topping that in Christian nations. However, and though I hate to sound the alarm so often, and although Alice is definitely a wonderful poet, this still is another example of how excellence in form takes away from the true art of poetry in my opinion. The alliteration and assonance is just awkward here. While poetry circles applauded such back in the day, true artists like Emily Dickinson fell to the wayside during the early part of Alice's life in favor of exact form and rhyme. I'm not sure if others notice this, but I certainly do.... And while Alice's wonderful little poem is perfect for a children's rhyme or song, it lacks the in-depth maturity and human-ness that most adults could relate to... Just saying....
A eulogy on Easter morning is nicely expressed in this poem!