Easter Monday by Christina Rossetti

But wait, there is more. Christina Rossetti also wrote a poem for Easter Monday. (This morning I went on a walking tour of some of Sydney's historic colonial sites, with the lovely Cath and another of her friends, and this is a photo of something we found on a statue in Macquarie place. If you click it it should get bigger.)

Easter Monday

Out in the rain a world is growing green,

   On half the trees quick buds are seen

       Where glued-up buds have been.

Out in the rain God's Acre stretches green,

   Its harvest quick tho' still unseen:

       For there the Life hath been.

If Christ hath died His brethren well may die,

   Sing in the gate of death, lay by

       This life without a sigh:

For Christ hath died and good it is to die;

   To sleep whenso He lays us by,

       Then wake without a sigh.

Yea, Christ hath died, yea, Christ is risen again:

   Wherefore both life and death grow plain

       To us who wax and wane;

For Christ Who rose shall die no more again:

   Amen: till He makes all things plain

       Let us wax on and wane.

~Christina Rossetti