Joseph Mary Plunkett

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

The Little Black Rose Shall Be Red At Last - Poem by Joseph Mary Plunkett

Because we share our sorrows and our joys
And all your dear and intimate thoughts are mine
We shall not fear the trumpets and the noise
Of battle, for we know our dreams divine,
And when my heart is pillowed on your heart
And ebb and flowing of their passionate flood
Shall beat in concord love through every part
Of brain and body—when at last the blood
O’erleaps the final barrier to find
Only one source wherein to spend its strength
And we two lovers, long but one in mind
And soul, are made one only flesh at length;
Praise God if this my blood fulfils the doom
When you, dark rose, shall redden into bloom.


Comments about The Little Black Rose Shall Be Red At Last by Joseph Mary Plunkett

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (5/28/2016 3:50:00 AM)


    Amusing poem....100++
    And when my heart is pillowed on your heart
    And ebb and flowing of their passionate flood
    Shall beat in concord love through every part
    Of brain and body—when at last the blood
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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 25, 2012



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