Was it because the Easter Time

Was it because the Easter time

With mystic nature was in chime

That memory was roused from sleep,

Or was deep calling unto deep?

The Lord in man had risen here,

From the dark sepulchre of fear,

Was wilful, laughing, undismayed,

Though on a fragile barricade

The bullet rang, the death star broke,

The street waved dizzily in smoke,

And there the fierce and lovely breath

Of flame in the grey mist was death.