 | The Irish Poems of Alfred Perceval Graves |  |
II. MY ROSE OF HOPE.
For Erin's sake I've faced the field of slaughter,
I've shared her smiles and mixed with hers my tears,
And, oh! her rarest, fairest, fondest daughter
Is now my rose of hope, my rue of fears.
I've shared her smiles and mixed with hers my tears,
And, oh! her rarest, fairest, fondest daughter
Is now my rose of hope, my rue of fears.
Yet, when we parted in the forest shadow,
Oh! there was that within her wondrous eyes
That sent me singing down the primrose meadow,
As if I'd found the path to Paradise!
Oh! there was that within her wondrous eyes
That sent me singing down the primrose meadow,
As if I'd found the path to Paradise!
| The Irish Poems of Alfred Perceval Graves | |