Oh, if for every tear That from our exiled eyes Has fallen, Erin dear, A shamrock could arise. We'd weave a garland green To pierce the ocean through All, all the way between Our aching hearts and you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHY I WRITE NOT OF LOVE by BEN JONSON COLUMBUS DYING [MAY 20, 1506] by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR THE PROSPECTOR by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE PROEM. TO LOVE by PHILIP AYRES THE ANGEL THAT MISSED CHRISTMAS by WILLIAM E. BROOKS THE UNRETURNING by BLISS CARMAN |