I realize by most people, this isn’t thought of as an Easter poem, really, since it was written with a different, specific historical moment in mind (namely the end of WW1), but when I think of spring, and of life springing forth, Siegfried Sassoon’s “Everyone Sang” always comes to my mind. Hope you enjoy, and happy spring / happy Easter.
(capture from Bartleby.com)
If you’d like to read more of Sassoon‘s work, a lot of it is in the public domain, for example here:
- The Picture Show (Bartleby.com)
- The War Poems (gutenberg.org)
Outside of a Cat 
Annette, this poem is lovely and began my Easter morning on a joyful foot. Thank you!