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The Easter Flower


Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly
 My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground,
Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily
 Soft-scented in the air for yards around;


Alone, without a hint of guardian leaf!
 Just like a fragile bell of silver rime,
It burst the tomb for freedom sweet and brief
 In the young pregnant year at Eastertime;


And many thought it was a sacred sign,
 And some called it the resurrection flower;
And I, a pagan, worshiped at its shrine,
 Yielding my heart unto its perfumed power.

Written by Claude McKay (1891 – 1948)


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