Joseph Mary Plunkett

[Seosamh Máire Pluincéid] (21 November 1887 – 4 May 1916 / Dublin / Ireland)

Joseph Mary Plunkett Poems

41. Aaron 5/25/2012
42. When I Am Dead 5/25/2012
43. In The Wilderness 5/25/2012
44. O Lovely Heart 5/25/2012
45. A Wave Of The Sea 5/25/2012
46. Moriturus Te Salutat 5/25/2012
47. White Waves On The Water 5/25/2012
48. The Little Black Rose Shall Be Red At Last 5/25/2012
49. The Splendour Of God 5/25/2012
50. The Dark Way 5/25/2012
51. My Soul Is Sick With Longing 5/25/2012
52. White Dove Of The Wild Dark Eyes 5/25/2012
53. The White Feather 5/25/2012
54. I Saw The Sun At Midnight 5/25/2012
55. 1867 5/25/2012
56. I Love You With My Every Breath 5/25/2012
57. To Grace 5/25/2012
58. I See His Blood Upon The Rose 5/25/2012

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  • Ann McColgan (8/2/2018 8:01:00 PM)

    I have loved this poem since I was a child. How can I get coloured copies. willing to pay

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Best Poem of Joseph Mary Plunkett

I See His Blood Upon The Rose

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.

I see his face in every flower;
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but his voice—and carven by his power
Rocks are his written words.

All pathways by his feet are worn,
His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,
His cross is every tree.

Read the full of I See His Blood Upon The Rose


I am the Seer: for in you I see
The fair unfolding of a secret flower,
The pomp and pageant of eternal power,
The crown and pride of your high destiny.
I am the Prophet: this your prophecy—
Your deeds and Heaven’s fill the echoing hour,
The Splendour of all splendours for your dower
Is given, a witness of the things to be.

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