Joseph Mary Plunkett

(21 November 1887 – 4 May 1916 / Dublin / Ireland)

Your Pride - Poem by Joseph Mary Plunkett

I sit and beg beside the gate,
I watch and wait to see you pass,
You never pass the portals old,
That gate of gold like gleaming glass.

Yet you have often wandered by,
I’ve heard you sigh, I’ve seen you smile,
You never smile now as you stray—
You can but stay a little while.

And now you know your task is hard,
You must discard your jewelled gear,
You must not fear to crave a dole
From any soul that waits you here.

And you have still your regal pride
And you have sighed that I should see
Your gifts to me beside the gate,
Your pride, your great humility.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 25, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, May 25, 2012


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