Naked I Saw You

(A translation of the Irish poem by Irish Patriot, Patrick Pearce, who led the 1916 rising in full realisation that he would be shot or executed)

Naked, I saw you,

O Beauty so rare.

I closed my eyes

Lest I should stare.

 I closed my eyes

And turned away.

I looked no more,

For fear I should stay.

 I turned my feet

To the road that galls,

Resolved to answer

My nation's call.

 From satin bower

And perfume path

To glorious deed

And certain death.