A Poem Written In Time Of Trouble By An Irish Priest Who Had Taken Orders In France Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDCECF GHIJK LMNN OPFNMQ RS TGFNNN| My thoughts my grief are without strength | A |
| My spirit is journeying towards death | B |
| My eyes are as a frozen sea | C |
| My tears my daily food | D |
| There is nothing in life but only misery | C |
| My poor heart is torn | E |
| And my thoughts are sharp wounds within me | C |
| Mourning the miserable state of Ireland | F |
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| Misfortune has come upon us all together | G |
| The poor the rich the weak and the strong | H |
| The great lord by whom hundreds were maintained | I |
| The powerful strong man and the man that holds the plough | J |
| And the cross laid on the bare shoulder of every man | K |
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| Our feasts are without any voice of priests | L |
| And none at them but women lamenting | M |
| Tearing their hair with troubled minds | N |
| Keening miserably after the Fenians | N |
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| The pipes of our organs are broken | O |
| Our harps have lost their strings that were tuned | P |
| That might have made the great lamentations of Ireland | F |
| Until the strong men come back across the sea | N |
| There is no help for us but bitter crying | M |
| Screams and beating of hands and calling out | Q |
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| I do not know of anything under the sky | R |
| That is friendly or favourable to the Gael | S |
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| But only the sea that our need brings us to | T |
| Or the wind that blows to the harbour | G |
| The ship that is bearing us away from Ireland | F |
| And there is reason that these are reconciled with us | N |
| For we increase the sea with our tears | N |
| And the wandering wind with our sighs | N |
Isabella Augusta, Lady Gregory
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