Joseph Mary Plunkett Poems

I see his blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of his eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.
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I love you with my every breath,
I make you songs like thunder birds,
Give you my life—you give me death
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My soul is sick with longing, shaken with loss,
Yea, shocked with love lost sudden in a dream,
Dream-love dream-taken, swept upon the stream
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