Often enough the leaves have fallen there <br />Since life for her was changed to other care; <br />Often enough the winds that swept the wave <br />And mocked my woe, have moaned over her grave. <br /> <br />I will return: Death now can do no more <br />Anywhere on these seas or on the shore, <br />Since he has stilled her heart. I cannot mourn <br />For her on these wild seas: I will return. <br /> <br />Death now can do no more. And what but Death <br />Has any final power? He ceased her breath, <br />Striking her dumb lips pallid; quenched the lights <br />That were, O Death, my stars of the wild nights <br />Out on rude ocean -- quenched and closed her eyes <br />That were, O Death, my stars of the dawn-rise! <br /> <br />Long years ago her quiet form was thrust <br />Into the quiet earth; low in the dust <br />Her golden hair lies tarnished every thread <br />These lone long years, tarnished and dim and dead. <br /> <br />I will return to the far valley, blest <br />With her soul's presence, now her home of rest-- <br />(Where life was peace to her now death is peace)-- <br />There by her grave my pilgrimage may cease; <br />There life, there death, in my vain heart shall stir <br />No passion but the old true love of her.<br /><br />Thomas MacDonagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-of-another-for-eoghan/
