Poem by William Butler Yeats

"Here's The Rose Tree"   

'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.'

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William Butler Yeats
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