'O WORDS are lightly spoken,' <br />Said Pearse to Connolly, <br />'Maybe a breath of politic words <br />Has withered our Rose Tree; <br />Or maybe but a wind that blows <br />Across the bitter sea.' <br />'It needs to be but watered,' <br />James Connolly replied, <br />'To make the green come out again <br />And spread on every side, <br />And shake the blossom from the bud <br />To be the garden's pride.' <br />'But where can we draw water,' <br />Said Pearse to Connolly, <br />'When all the wells are parched away? <br />O plain as plain can be <br />There's nothing but our own red blood <br />Can make a right Rose Tree.'<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rose-tree/
