Joseph Mary Plunkett
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|
|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|
|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|
Comments about 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.
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.