A Drizzling Easter Morning
And he is risen? Well, be it so . . . And still the pensive lands complain, And dead men wait as long ago, As if, much doubting, they would know What they are ransomed from, before They pass again their sheltering door. I stand amid them in the rain, While blusters vex the yew and vane; And on the road the weary wain Plods forward, laden heavily; And toilers with their aches are fain For endless rest though risen is he.
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"And he is risen? Well, be it so . . ...."
Exploring the themes of classic, Thomas Hardy delivers a powerful performance in "A Drizzling Easter Morning"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...