On Easter Day
On Easter Day - context Summary
Easter Procession Observed
Written for Easter Day, the poem contrasts the pomp and splendor of a papal procession with the memory of Christ’s humble suffering. Wilde watches the Pope’s ceremonial display—robes, crowns, and public adoration—and his heart turns to the earlier image of a solitary, wandering Christ who found no rest. The poem registers a tension between institutional grandeur and personal, sorrowful devotion.
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