Joseph Mary Plunkett

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

Your Songs - Poem by Joseph Mary Plunkett

If I have you then I have everything
In One, and that One nothing of them all
Nor all compounded, and within the wall
Beneath the tower I wait to hear you sing:
Love breathing low above the breast of Spring,
Pressing her heart with baby heart and small
From baby lips love-syllables lets fall
And strokes with gentle hand her quivering wing.

You come rejoicing all the wilderness,
Filling with praise the land to joy unknown,
Fresh from that garden whose perfumes have blown
Down through the valley of the cypresses—
O heart, you know not your own loveliness,
Nor these your songs, for they are yours alone.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 25, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, May 25, 2012

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