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270 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE (1847 -------)
ANDROMEDA'
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HEY chained her fair young body to the cold and cruel stone; The beast begot of sea and slime had marked her for his own ; The callous world beheld the wrong, and left her there
alone. Base caitiffs who belied her, false kinsmen who denied her,
Ye left her there alone !
My Beautiful, they left thee in thy peril and thy pain ;
The night that hath no morrow was brooding on the main:
But, lo ! a light is breaking of hope for thee again:
'Tis Perseus' sword a-fiaming, thy dawn of day proclaiming
Across the western main :
O Ireland ! O my country ! he comes to break thy chain '
AT SEA
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HALL we, the storm-tossed sailors, weep For those who may not sail again ; Or wisely envy them, and keep Our pity for the living men ?
1 This and the three following poems are Copyrighted by James Jeffrey Roche, printed by permission. |
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