Treasure Island

Thomas Davis

(14 October 1814 – 16 September 1845 / Mallow / County Cork / Ireland)

The Burial


THE CHANT.

'Ululu! ululu! high on the wind,
There's a home for the slave where no fetters can bind.
Woe, woe to his slayers! '-comes wildly along,
With the trampling of feet and the funeral song.

And now more clear
It swells on the ear;
Breathe low, and listen, 'tis solemn to hear.

'Ululu! ululu! wail for the dead.
Green grow the grass of Fingall on his head;
And spring-flowers blossom, 'ere elsewhere appearing,
And shamrocks grow thick on the Martyr for Erin.
Ululu! ululu! soft fall the dew
On the feet and the head of the martyred and true.'

For awhile they tread
In silence dread-
Then muttering and moaning go the crowd,
Surging and swaying like mountain cloud,
And again the wail comes fearfully loud.

THE CHANT.

'Ululu! ululu! kind was his heart!
Walk slower, walk slower, too soon we shall part.
The faithful and pious, the Priest of the Lord,
His pilgrimage over, he has his reward.
By the bed of the sick lowly kneeling,
To God with the raised cross appealing-
He seems still to kneel, and he seems still to pray,
And the sins of the dying seem passing away.

'In the prisoner's cell, and the cabin so dreary,
Our constant consoler, he never grew weary;
But he's gone to his rest,
And he's now with the bless'd,
Where tyrant and traitor no longer molest-
Ululu! ululu! wail for the dead!
Ululu! ululu! here is his bed! '

Short was the ritual, simple the prayer,
Deep was the silence, and every head bare;
The Priest alone standing, they knelt all around,
Myriads on myriads, like rocks on the ground.
Kneeling and motionless-'Dust unto dust.
He died as becometh the faithful and just-
Placing in God his reliance and trust.'

Kneeling and motionless-'ashes to ashes'-
Hollow the clay on the coffin-lid dashes;
Kneeling and motionless, wildly they pray,
But they pray in their souls, for no gesture have they;
Stern and standing-oh! look on them now.
Like trees to one tempest the multitude bow;
Like the swell of the ocean is rising their vow:


THE VOW.

'We have bent and borne, though we saw him torn from his home by the tyrant's crew-
And we bent and bore, when he came once more, though suffering had pierced him through:
And now he is laid beyond our aid, because to Ireland true-
A martyred man-the tyrant's ban, the pious patriot slew.
'And shall we bear and bend for ever,
And shall no time our bondage sever
And shall we kneel, but battle never,
'For our own soil?
'And shall our tyrants safely reign
On thrones built up of slaves and slain,
And nought to us and ours remain
'But chains and toil?
'No! round this grave our oath we plight,
To watch, and labour, and unite,
Till banded be the nation's might-
'Its spirit steeled,
'And then, collecting all our force,
We'll cross oppression in its course,
And die-or all our rights enforce,
'On battle field.'

Like an ebbing sea that will come again,
Slowly retired that host of men;
Methinks they'll keep some other day
The oath they swore on the martyr's clay.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 01, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, August 01, 2012

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Why rings the knell of the funeral bell from a hundred village shrines?
Through broad Fingall, where hasten all those long and ordered lines?
With tear and sigh they're passing by-the matron and the maid-
Has a hero died-is a nation's pride in that cold coffin laid?
With frown and curse, behind the hearse, dark men go tramping on-
Has a tyrant died, that they cannot hide their wrath till the rites are done?

Comments about this poem (The Burial by Thomas Davis )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Arise! Arise!, Naveed Khalid
  2. Daybreak, Jon Hadley
  3. Vineyard, Naveed Khalid
  4. Arching Silverlight, Jon Hadley
  5. Laissez Faire, Naveed Khalid
  6. Can you?, Jon Hadley
  7. Hope, Jon Hadley
  8. Absence of people who offer charity is t.., Dr.V.K. Kanniappan
  9. 77, Naveed Khalid
  10. Catapult, Naveed Khalid

Poem of the Day

poet Emily Dickinson

70

"Arcturus" is his other name—
I'd rather call him "Star."
It's very mean of Science
To go and interfere!

I slew a worm the other day—
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Kenneth Allott

 
[Hata Bildir]