The Players

The Players written by William Henry Davies

From "Love Poems" (1935)

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To-day I acted Christ,
While Joy played Lazarus;
I buried her in ferns
And heaps of gathered grass.
And when I cried 'Come forth!'
Up from the grave she rose
And, with a peal of bells,
Threw off her burial clothes.

When Sleep this night has come,
With feathers for our grass,
Shall we reverse our parts
Of Christ and Lazarus?
When I — a buried man —
Hear 'Lazarus, come forth!'
I'll rise and, with both hands,
Ring every bell on earth!

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