J. C. Squire, ed. A Book of Women’s Verse. 1921.
By Fanny Parnell (18541882)After Death
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Shall mine eyes behold thy glory?
Or shall the darkness close around them ere the
sunblaze break at last upon thy story?
sweet sister hail thee,
Shall these lips be seal’d in callous death and
silence, that have known but to bewail thee?
all men their tribute bring thee?
Shall the mouth be clay that sang thee in thy
squalor when all poets’ mouths shall sing thee?
exiled sons returning!
I should hear though dead and mouldered, and the
grave-damps should not chill my bosom’s burning.
them ’mid the shamrocks and the mosses,
And my heart would toss within the shroud and quiver
as a captive dreamer tosses.
me, giant sinews I should borrow—
Crying, ‘O my brothers, I have also loved
her in her loneliness and sorrow!
let me chant with you her story;
Then contented I shall go back to the shamrocks,
now mine eyes have seen her glory!’