This poem also appears in The Liberator (March, 1921): [*] Claude McKay The Easter Flower The Liberator (March, 1921): 6 .
Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly
My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground,
Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily
Soft-scented in the air for yards around;
Alone, without a hint of guardian leaf!
Just like a fragile bell of silver rime rhyme* ,
It burst the tomb for freedom sweet and brief
In the young pregnant year at Eastertime;
And many thought it was a sacred sign,
And some called it the resurrection flower;
And I, a pagan, worshiped worshipped* at its shrine,
Yielding my heart unto its perfumed power.