A Terrible Beauty Is Born - Mourning Beloveth

Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart

O when may it suffice?

That is Heaven’s part, our part

To murmur name upon name

As a mother names her child

When sleep at last has come on limbs that had run wild

What is it but nightfall?

No, no, not night but death

Was it needless death after all?

For England may keep faith

For all that is done and said

We know their dream enough to know they dreamed and are dead

And what of excess of love

Bewildered them till they died?

I write it out in a verse

MacDonagh and MacBride and Connoly and Pearse

Now and in time to be, wherever green is worn, are changed, changed utterly

A terrible beauty is born

Oh…

Oh…

Now and in time to be, wherever green is worn, are changed, changed utterly

A terrible beauty is born