{"id":137550,"date":"2025-06-04T12:56:00","date_gmt":"2025-06-04T16:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kendallharmon.net\/?p=137550"},"modified":"2025-06-05T05:02:49","modified_gmt":"2025-06-05T09:02:49","slug":"more-poetry-for-easter-oscar-wildes-easter-day-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kendallharmon.net\/?p=137550","title":{"rendered":"More Poetry for Easter–Oscar Wilde’s Easter Day"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:
The people knelt upon the ground with awe:
And borne upon the necks of men I saw,
Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome.
Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam,
And, king-like, swathed himself in royal red,
Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head:
In splendour and in light the Pope passed home.
My heart stole back across wide wastes of years
To One who wandered by a lonely sea,
And sought in vain for any place of rest:
‘Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest.
I, only I, must wander wearily,
And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.’<\/p>

#Sunrise<\/a> on Wednesday over the @forestservice<\/a> tower in #DC<\/a>! @capitalweather<\/a> @StormHour<\/a> pic.twitter.com\/FEoqlzNzJI<\/a><\/p>— Jeanne Stuart McVey (@RiverGirl707) June 4, 2025<\/a><\/blockquote>