Joseph Mary Plunkett

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

When I Am Dead - Poem by Joseph Mary Plunkett

When I am dead let not your murderous tears
Deface with their slow dropping my sad tomb
Lest your grey head grow greyer for my doom
And fill its echoing corridors with fears:
Your heart that my stone monument appears
While yet I live—O give it not to gloom
When I am dead, but let some joy illume
The ultimate Victory that stings and sears.

Already I can hear the stealthy tread
Of sorrow breaking through the hush of day;
I have no hope you will avert my dread,
Too well I know, that soon am mixed with clay,
They mourn the body who the spirit slay
And those that stab the living weep the dead.


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  • Margaret O Driscoll (1/29/2016 4:46:00 PM)


    Profound spiritual piece (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 25, 2012



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