LAST night I heard the keenin' at Patrick Connell's wake, "O poor lad, O good lad—that you should have to go; But then the Lord has given, an' sure the Lord may take— Let Mary help his mother to bear the bitter woe!" At dawn I heard the fishermen a-talkin' on the quay, "A fine lad, a clean lad—that God may rest his soul; " 'Twas well he knew the fishin' banks, 'twas well he loved the sea— Let Mary help his mother to bear the bitter dole! At noon I saw him buried upon the windy hill; I saw the black earth cover the coffin from her sight— O Mary, in your mercy, be kindly to her still And pray to God her heart will break, that she may die tonight!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO THE AUTUMNAL MOON by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SUPPLIANT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EPITAPH ON HIMSELF by MATTHEW PRIOR VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1877 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE DANGER OF DISCONTENT by E.-G. BAYFIELD IN THE PLACE DE LA BASTILLE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |