Here are festive flowers for your
room,
A spray of springtime on your bare
night table:
P laced upon a place within your
view;
P laced where best to light your
harried heart.
Y et my blossoms can't dispel your
gloom,
E ven were they many times more
able:
All that gifts from loving friends can
do
S ings just one unaccompanied inner
part.
T he music cannot come from aught
but you,
E vangelist beside the empty tomb
R ejoicing with all innocence and art.
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