上海龙凤shlf最新地址Poem: Easter Day

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The people knelt upon the ground with awe:

上海龙凤shlf最新地址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,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head:

上海龙凤shlf最新地址In splendour and in light the Pope passed home.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址My heart stole back across wide wastes of years

上海龙凤shlf最新地址To One who wandered by a lonely sea,

And sought in vain for any place of rest:

上海龙凤shlf最新地址'Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest.

I, only I, must wander wearily,

And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.'