98 years ago today in Dublin City, brave men and women went out to claim what was rigthfully theirs ... Extract from Easter, 1916 - by William Butler Yeats Too long a sacrifice Can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice? That is Heavens part, our part To murmur name upon name, As a mother names her child When sleep at last has come On limbs that had run wild. What is it but nightfall? No, no, not night but death; Was it needless death after all? For England may keep faith For all that is done and said. We know their dream; enough To know they dreamed and are dead; And what if excess of love Bewildered them till they died? I write it out in a verse— MacDonagh and MacBride And Connolly and Pearse Now and in time to be, Wherever green is worn, Are changed, changed utterly: A terrible beauty is born.
Posted on: Thu, 24 Apr 2014 18:24:31 +0000
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