Joseph Mary Plunkett

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

Joseph Mary Plunkett Poems

41. White Waves On The Water 5/25/2012
42. When All The Stars Become A Memory 5/25/2012
43. The Little Black Rose Shall Be Red At Last 5/25/2012
44. The Splendour Of God 5/25/2012
45. The Dark Way 5/25/2012
46. White Dove Of The Wild Dark Eyes 5/25/2012
47. The White Feather 5/25/2012
48. 1867 5/25/2012
49. Moriturus Te Salutat 5/25/2012
50. When I Am Dead 5/25/2012
51. My Soul Is Sick With Longing 5/25/2012
52. Initiation 5/25/2012
53. To Grace 5/25/2012
54. I Saw The Sun At Midnight 5/25/2012
55. If I Should Need To Tear Aside 5/25/2012
56. I Love You With My Every Breath 5/25/2012
57. In The Wilderness 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.

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All our best ye have branded
When the people were choosing them,
When ’twas Death they demanded
Ye laughed! Ye were losing them.
But the blood that ye spilt in the night
Crieth loudly to God,
And their name hath the strength and the might
Of a sword for the sod.

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