English poem
Marian's Easter
by Marjorie Pickthall (1883–1922)
Jesus, Saviour, once a lad, Mothered by a maid, Take the bitter dreams we had Ere the frosts were laid. Wake, O wake the tenderer rose Where the thorn has been... Robin, Robin! Spring is on the Forest and the beech growing green!
Mary, Mother, when He bore Scourge and crown and cross, All that hurt the world before Lightened in your loss. Now your Sorrow's high enthroned Where the candles burn... Robin, Robin! The dew along the bracken and the fawns in the fern!
Love that found His favour sweet— Love that could not save— Love that fled to kiss His feet First beyond the grave, Death of death, the living Flower Rends the stones apart... Robin, Robin! The moon above the hazels and your breath against my heart!