William Henry Drummond

(13 April, 1854 – 6 April, 1907 / Mohill, County Leitrim)

Inexorable - Poem by William Henry Drummond

MY thoughts hold mortal strife;
   I do detest my life,
   And with lamenting cries
   Peace to my soul to bring
Oft call that prince which here doth monarchise:
   --But he, grim-grinning King,
Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprise,
Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb,
Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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