Happy Easter!

Sleep Sleep old Sun, thou canst not have repast
As yet, the would thou took'st on friday last;
Sleep then, and rest; The world may bear thy stay,
A bett Sun rose before thee to day,
Who, not content to'enlighten all that dwell
On the earth's face, as thou, enlightened hell,
And made the dark fires languish in that vaile,
As, at they presence here, our fires grow pale.
Whose body having walk'd on the earth, and now
Hasting to Heaven, would, that he might allow
Himself unto all stations, and fill all,
For these three days become a mineral;
He was all gold when he lay down, but rose
All tincture, and doth not alone dispose
Leaden and iron wills to good, but is
Of power to make even sinful flesh like his.
Had one of those, whose credulous piety
Thought, that a soul one might discern and see
Go from a body, at this sepulcher been,
And, issuing from the sheet, this body seen,
He would have justly thought this body a soul
If not of any man, yet of the whole.
-John Donne, Resurrection, Imperfect