"O words are lightly spoken," Said Pearse to Connolly, "Maybe a breath of politic words Has withered our Rose Tree; Or maybe but a wind that blows Across the bitter sea." "It needs to be but watered," James Connolly replied, "To make the green come out again And spread on every side, And shake the blossom from the bud To be the garden's pride." "But where can we draw water," Said Pearse to Connolly, "When all the wells are parched away? O plain as plain can be There's nothing but our own red blood Can make a right Rose Tree." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TORTOISE SHELL by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD by THEODORE O'HARA ABRAHAM LINCOLN (1) by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD BILL'S LENGTH by ALEXANDER ANDERSON EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 3. GENOA by ALBERTA BANCROFT |