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a dream: I dreamt that I espied, Upon a stone that was not rolled aside, A Shadow sit upon a grave—a Shade, As thin, as unsubstantial, as of old Came, the Greek poet told, To lick the life-blood in the trench Ulysses made— As pale, as thin, and said: 'I am the Resurrection of the Dead. The night is past, the morning is at hand, And I must in my proper semblance stand, Appear brief space and vanish,—listen, this is true, I am that Jesus whom they slew.'

And shadows dim, I dreamed, the dead apostles came, And bent their heads for sorrow and for shame— Sorrow for their great loss, and shame For what they did in that vain name.

And in long ranges far behind there seemed Pale vapoury angel forms; or was it cloud? that kept Strange watch; the women also stood beside and wept. And Peter spoke the word: 'O my own Lord, What is it we must do? Is it then all untrue? Did we not see, and hear, and handle Thee,