But wait, there is more. Christina Rossetti also wrote a poem for Easter Monday. (This morning I went on a walking tour of some of Sydney's historic colonial sites, with the lovely Cath and another of her friends, and this is a photo of something we found on a statue in Macquarie place. If you click it it should get bigger.)
Out in the rain a world is growing green,
On half the trees quick buds are seen
Where glued-up buds have been.
Out in the rain God's Acre stretches green,
Its harvest quick tho' still unseen:
For there the Life hath been.
If Christ hath died His brethren well may die,
Sing in the gate of death, lay by
This life without a sigh:
For Christ hath died and good it is to die;
To sleep whenso He lays us by,
Then wake without a sigh.
Yea, Christ hath died, yea, Christ is risen again:
Wherefore both life and death grow plain
To us who wax and wane;
For Christ Who rose shall die no more again:
Amen: till He makes all things plain
Let us wax on and wane.