A Celebration of Women Writers

"To Ireland's Dead." by Norah M. Holland (1876-1925)
From: Spun-Yarn And Spindrift. by Norah M. Holland. London & Toronto: J. M. Dent & Sons; New York: E. P. Dutton & Co., 1918, p. 91.

Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom

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AH, golden youths! who leave for evermore
  Your ports of quiet breath,
Turning your prows from Life's familiar shore
  Forth with adventurous Death.

With that great comrade sailing, side by side,
  To meet your warrior peers,
Whose names have starred the roll of Erin's pride
  Down all the echoing years.

Your sunlit sails flash for a moment's space,
  Fade, waver and are gone;
But, straining through the mists, our spirits trace
  A glory lingering on.

Farewell, great fellowship! Sail on, nor mourn
  Your ports of quiet breath;
Your prows with singing and with laughter turn
  Forth with adventurous Death.

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Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom