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Naked I Saw You


(A translation of the Irish poem by Irish Patriot, Patrick Pearce. Pearse 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.

 

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