ROBERTA TEALE SWARTZ

Roll away the stone from my heart!
Not before, with gleaming hair
There’s an angel sitting there
And some fitting word is spoken,
And the silences are broken:
Roll away the stone from my heart!
Roll away the stone from my heart!
Someone’s gone, where, no one knows,
Lying here his empty clothes.
Bitterly the planets burn;
Friends are bowed in dark concern:
Roll away the stone from my heart!
Roll away the stone from my heart!
Never let that secret place
Wingless be, or out of grace;
Let not others, morning-led,
Find it still contains the dead:
Roll away the stone from my heart!