Easter Day

1The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:

2The people knelt upon the ground with awe:

3And borne upon the necks of men I saw,

4Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome.

5Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam,

6And, king-like, swathed himself in royal red,

7Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head:

8In splendour and in light the Pope passed home.

9My heart stole back across wide wastes of years

10To One who wandered by a lonely sea,

11And sought in vain for any place of rest:

12'Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest.

13I, only I, must wander wearily,

14And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.'