Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SUPPLICATION, by JANE FRANCESCA WILDE Poet's Biography First Line: By our looks of mute despair Last Line: Kyrie eleison. Alternate Author Name(s): Speranza; Elgee, Jane Francesca; Wilde, William Robert Wills, Mrs. Subject(s): Ireland; Irish | ||||||||
"De profundis clamavi ad te Domine." BY our looks of mute despair, By the sighs that rend the air, From lips too faint to utter prayer, Kyrie Eleison. By the last groans of our dying, Echoed by the cold wind's sighing On the wayside as they're lying, Kyrie Eleison. By our fever-stricken bands Lifting up their wasted hands For bread throughout the far-off lands, Kyrie Eleison. Miserable outcasts we, Pariahs of humanity, Shunned by all where'er we flee, Kyrie Eleison. For our dead no bell is ringing, Round their forms no shroud is clinging, Save the rank grass newly springing, Kyrie Eleison. Golden harvests we are reaping, With golden grain our barns heaping, But for us our bread is weeping, Kyrie Eleison. Death-devoted in our home, Sad we cross the salt sea's foam, But death we bring where'er we roam, Kyrie Eleison. Whereso'er our steps are led, They can track us by our dead, Lying on their cold earth bed, Kyrie Eleison. We have sinned -- in vain each warning -- Brother lived his brother scorning, Now in ashes see us mourning, Kyrie Eleison. Heeding not our country's state, Trodden down and desolate, While we strove in senseless hate, Kyrie Eleison. We have sinned, but holier zeal May we Christian patriots feel, Oh! for our dear country's weal, Kyrie Eleison. Let us lift our streaming eyes To God's throne above the skies, He will hear our anguish cries, Kyrie Eleison. Kneel beside me, oh! my brother, Let us pray each with the other, For Ireland, our mourning mother, Kyrie Eleison. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SIGHTSEERS by PAUL MULDOON THE DREAM SONGS: 290 by JOHN BERRYMAN AN IRISH HEADLAND by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GIANT'S RING: BALLYLESSON, NEAR BELFAST by ROBINSON JEFFERS IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER THE EYES ARE ALWAYS BROWN by GERALD STERN THE FAMINE YEAR by JANE FRANCESCA WILDE A LAMENT by JANE FRANCESCA WILDE A REMONSTRANCE; ADDRESSED TO D. FLORENCE M'CARTHY, M.R.I.A. by JANE FRANCESCA WILDE |
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