Easter Week Analysis

1"Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
2It's with O'Leary in the grave."
3Then, Yeats, what gave that Easter dawn
4A hue so radiantly brave?

5There was a rain of blood that day,
6Red rain in gay blue April weather.
7It blessed the earth till it gave birth
8To valour thick as blooms of heather.

9Romantic Ireland never dies!
10O'Leary lies in fertile ground,
11And songs and spears throughout the years
12Rise up where patriot graves are found.

13Immortal patriots newly dead
14And ye that bled in bygone years,
15What banners rise before your eyes?
16What is the tune that greets your ears?

17The young Republic's banners smile
18For many a mile where troops convene.
19O'Connell street is loudly sweet
20With strains of Wearing of the Green.

21The soil of Ireland throbs and glows
22With life that knows the hour is here
23To strike again like Irishmen
24For that which Irishmen hold dear.

25Lord Edward leaves his resting place
26And Sarsfield's face is glad and fierce.
27See Emmet leap from troubled sleep
28To grasp the hand of Padraic Pearse!

29There is no rope can strangle song
30And not for long death takes his toll.
31No prison bars can dim the stars
32Nor quicklime eat the living soul.

33Romantic Ireland is not old.
34For years untold her youth shall shine.
35Her heart is fed on Heavenly bread,
36The blood of martyrs is her wine.

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