I sit beside my darling's grave Who in the prison died, And though my tears fall thick and fast I think of him with pride; Ay, softly fall my tears like dew For one to God and Ireland true. "I love my God o'er all," he said, "And then I love my land, And next I love my Lily sweet Who pledged me her white hand; To each, to all, I'm ever true, To God, to Ireland, and to you." No tender nurse his hard bed smoothed, Or softly raised his head; He fell asleep and woke in heaven Ere I knew he was dead; Yet why should I my darling rue? He was to God and Ireland true. Oh, 'tis a glorious memory; I'm prouder than a queen To sit beside my hero's grave And think on what has been: And oh, my darling, I am true To God, to Ireland, and to you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE FEET by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN DARKNESS IS THINNING by GREGORY I SPRING QUIET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 25 by PHILIP SIDNEY SONNET TO W-- P-- by BERNARD BARTON |