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’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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