Poems
THEME/S
Of the Irish Revolt
Who could put a bolt
On your swift mind
That ever could find
A cure for each ill
In the land of your love?
On the edge of the Liffey
You asked your warden
If in the black garden
You could step out for a "spill".
Swift into the Liffey,
God's wintry water,
You plunged with the shrill
Shots over your head.
Cold stream, cold lead—
But what did you care?
Heaven was pleased with your prayer
That if the next dawn's
Light found you in safety
You'd give the grey river
Two perfect swans
Years later, Yeats thrilled
To see how the bare
Liffey grew fair
With your vow fulfilled—
O Doctor Gogarty
Who took new birth
From a white-winged pair
To free Irish earth!
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