"It was a heavenly spectacle to see, Those shining-vested angels sitting there With posture so composed and face serene! Yet would I rather then have seen the Lord, Or seen His body wounded from the cross; But if those angels knew that this was so, Their blame of me was very gently spoken: 'Woman, why weepest thou?' I sobbed reply: 'Because they have taken away my Lord, and where They have laid Him I know not.' "With that I turned Me back, I think I should have gone away, But I saw one I knew not, standing there, Who also spake, 'Woman, why weepest thou?' Distraught I took him for the gardener, And half I did not see him for my tears, And I made answer from my eager thought: 'O, sir, if thou have borne Him hence, tell me Where thou hast laid Him and I will take Him thence Away.' Then Jesus, for it Jesus was, Uttered one word, no more; 'Mary!' He said. I turned toward Him, but all I said was this: 'Rabboni!' For it was a Hebrew word Sprang quickest to my lips; 'Master' it means--" This with a glance toward Krishna Mary said. The Indian dropped his eyes as with a kind Of sudden conscious shame confusing him To feel her eyes that instant meet his own And know his own were charged with other look Than ever woman drew from him before. In her unconscious pure serenity, Mary--her momentary glance toward one, In equal gaze on all together sheathed-- Went on, no pause, yet with some air of muse Tingeing her reminiscence as she said: "Perhaps I had an impulse which the Lord Saw, to assure myself with touch of hand Or even to cling to Him, I hardly know; 'Nay,' He said tenderly, 'I am not yet,' Said He, 'ascended to the Father; thou, Go to my brethren and tell them that I Ascend unto my Father and your Father And my God and your God.' And this I did. "O, the deep joy, the deep and solemn joy, Of knowing that the Lord was risen indeed! And the solemnity was almost more Than even the joy; we trembled and rejoiced. He was so awful in His majesty After His rising from the dead! Yea, sweet Was He, beyond all language to express; But sweetness was with awfulness in Him So qualified, the sweetness could not be Enough to overcome the awfulness; Gazing on Him we trembled and rejoiced. "He forty days appeared and disappeared By turns before us, passing through shut doors Unhindered, yet sometimes partaking food-- A paradox of spirit or of flesh, The resurrection body of the Lord! Ensample of our bodies that shall be, And witness of the wondrous wisdom God's, And power to work the counsels of His will By many secret potencies of things, Who spirit of matter could capacious make, As matter make to spirit permeable!