Easter Day

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 splendor and in light the Pope passed home.