Easter Morning poem by Edna Dean Proctor

The fasts are done; the Aves said;

The moon has filled her horn

And in the solemn night I watch

Before the Easter morn.

So pure, so still the starry heaven,

So hushed the brooding air,

I could hear the sweep of an angel’s wings

If one should earthward fare.

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