The Poems of Joseph Mary Plunkett

Index by First Line

All our best ye have branded
As blazes forth through clouds the morning sun
Because I used to shun
Because we share our sorrows and our joys
Before the glory of your love
Behold! a white Hawk tangled in a twisted net of dreams
Beside the golden gate there grows a tree
Crowns and imperial purple, thrones of gold
Gaunt windy moons bedraggled in the dusk
Her hair’s the canopy of heaven
I am a wave of the sea
I am the Seer: for in you I see
I do not know how you can shun
I felt within my heart awake and glow
If I have you then I have everything
If I should need to tear aside
If the dread all-seeing stars
I loose the secrets of my soul
I love you with my every breath
I saw the Sun at midnight, rising red
I see his blood upon the rose
I sit and beg beside the gate
I thought I’d never hear your tongue
I try to blame
I’ve watched with Death a dreadful year
My lady has the grace of Death
My soul is sick with longing, shaken with loss
No hungry star ascendant at my birth
Now a gentle dusk shall fall
O Bright! thy stateliness and grace
O Covenant! O Temple! O frail pride
O lovely heart! O Love
Our lips can only stammer, yet we chant
Rougher than Death the road I choose
See the crocus’ golden cup
She sings, but we are silent: when shall Spring
She walks the azure meadows where the stars
Sing all ye mouths of music, sing her praise
The bread is mine
The claim that has the canker on the rose
The day I knew you loved me we had lain
The drunken stars stagger across the sky
Thee, Christ, I sought to sell all day
The powerful words that from my heart
There is no deed I would not dare
These words that may not reach your heart
The stars sang in God’s garden
They say I sing in secrets—they have ears
The wind rose, the sea rose
The worm is clad in plated mail
This heritage to the race of kings
To-day when I beheld you all alone
What have I dared to claim
When all the stars become a memory
When I am dead let not your murderous tears
White Dove of the wild dark eyes
White waves on the water
Your fault, Lady, is to be
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