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Claude McKay - The Easter Flower
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Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly 
  My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground, 
Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily 
  Soft-scented in the air for yards around; 

Alone, without a hint of guardian leaf! 
  Just like a fragile bell of silver rime, 
It burst the tomb for freedom sweet and brief 
  In the young pregnant year at Eastertime; 

And many thought it was a sacred sign, 
  And some called it the resurrection flower; 
And I, a pagan, worshiped at its shrine, 
  Yielding my heart unto its perfumed power.
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