Easter Day

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Let the delightful words of this beautiful poem,
charm and inspire your busy day.

 
--Description: 19th C, Wilde O., Christianity, Holidays-- 

 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.'

Oscar Wilde

--Did You Know: Oscar Wilde was the second son born into an Anglo-Irish family, at 21 Westland Row, Dublin, to Sir William Wilde and his wife Jane Francesca Wilde. Jane was a successful writer, being a poet for the revolutionary Young Irelanders in 1848 and a life-long Irish nationalist.

--Word of the Day: portent \POR-tent\, noun: 
Meaning: 1. A sign of a coming event or calamity; an omen.  2. Prophetic or menacing significance.  3. Something amazing; a marvel.
Example: A comet that year was taken as a portent of some imminent but incalculable change.
(Patrick Smith, Japan: A Reinterpretation)

--Quote of the Day: The holiest of all holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart.

(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

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