ae597 <
althis...@gmail.com> wrote in
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> POD: Charles Stewart Parnell recovers from his heart attack in 1891
>
We would be spared a bad poem by Yeats. (Or at least Yeats would later
regard it as a bad poem and would exclude it from his collected poems.)
"Mourn--And Then Onward!"
Ye on the broad high mountains of old Eri,
Mourn all the night and day.
The man is gone who guided ye, unweary.
Through the long bitter way.
Ye by the waves that close in our sad nation,
Be full of sudden fears.
The man is gone who from his lonely station
Has moulded the hard years.
Mourn ye on grass-green plains of Eri fated,
For closed in darkness now
Is he who laboured on, derided, hated,
And made the tyrant bow.
Mourn, and then onward, there is no returning.
He guides ye from the tomb;
His memory now is a tall pillar, burning
Before us in the gloom!
http://books.google.com/books?id=htO1KAo3OiAC&pg=PA219
--
David Tenner
dte...@ameritech.net