Divination by an Easter lily

OUT of the Lenten gloom it springs,
Out of the wintry land,
White victor-flower with breath of myrrh,
Joy’s oracle and harbinger;
I take it in my hand,

I fold it to my lips, and know
That death is overpast,
That blessèd is thy glad release,
And thou with Christ art full of peace,
Dear heart in Heaven! at last.