Cumann na Saoirse Náisiúnta

National Irish Freedom Committee

Easter Week

by Joyce Kilmer

(In memory of Joseph Mary Plunkett)
 

"Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.")
                        
—William Butler Yeats.

 

"Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,

    It's with O'Leary in the grave."

Then, Yeats, what gave that Easter dawn

    A hue so radiantly brave?

 

There was a rain of blood that day,

    Red rain in gay blue April weather.

It blessed the earth till it gave birth

    To valour thick as blooms of heather.

 

Romantic Ireland never dies!

    O'Leary lies in fertile ground,

And songs and spears throughout the years

    Rise up where patriot graves are found.

 

Immortal patriots newly dead

    And ye that bled in bygone years,

What banners rise before your eyes?

    What is the tune that greets your ears?

 

The young Republic's banners smile

    For many a mile where troops convene.

O'Connell street is loudly sweet

    With strains of Wearing of the Green.

 

The soil of Ireland throbs and glows

    With life that knows the hour is here

To strike again like Irishmen

    For that which Irishmen hold dear.

 

Lord Edward leaves his resting place

    And Sarsfield's face is glad and fierce.

See Emmet leap from troubled sleep

    To grasp the hand of Padraic Pearse!

 

There is no rope can strangle song

    And not for long death takes his toll.

No prison bars can dim the stars

    Nor quicklime eat the living soul.

 

Romantic Ireland is not old.

    For years untold her youth shall shine.

Her heart is fed on Heavenly bread,

    The blood of martyrs is her wine.

 

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