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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON LEAVING IRELAND, by THOMAS MICHAEL KETTLE Poet's Biography
First Line: As the sun dried in blood, and hill and sea
Last Line: And knew that even I shall fall on sleep.
Subject(s): World War I; First World War
First Line: As the sun dried in blood, and hill and sea
Last Line: And knew that even I shall fall on sleep.
Subject(s): World War I; First World War
As the sun dried in blood, and hill and sea
Grew to an altar, red with mystery,
One came who knew me (it may be overmuch)
Seeking the cynical and staining touch,
But I, against the great sun's burial
Thought only of bayonet-flash and bugle-call,
And saw him as God's eye upon the deep,
Closed in the dream in which no women weep,
And knew that even I shall fall on sleep.
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