Joseph Mary Plunkett

(21 November 1887 – 4 May 1916 / Dublin / Ireland)

My Lady Has The Grace Of Death - Poem by Joseph Mary Plunkett

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My lady has the grace of Death
Whose charity is quick to save,
Her heart is broad as heaven’s breath,
Deep as the grave.

She found me fainting by the way
And fed me from her babeless breast
Then played with me as children play,
Rocked me to rest.

When soon I rose and cried to heaven
Moaning for sins I could not weep,
She told me of her sorrows seven
Kissed me to sleep.

And when the morn rose bright and ruddy
And sweet birds sang on the branch above
She took my sword from her side all bloody
And died for love.


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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (1/29/2016 3:23:00 AM)


    Outstanding poem, great philosophy, nice story, fine flow and above all the imagery and feel was superb...100+++ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 25, 2012



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