long a sacrifice

    Can make a stone of t.

    O w suffice?

    t is , our part

    to murmur name upon name,

    As a mother names her child

    last has come

    On limbs t had run wild.

    is it but nightfall?

    No, no, not nig death;

    as it needless deater all?

    For England may keep faith

    For all t is done and said.

    e knoheir dream; enough

    to knohey dreamed and are dead;

    And w if excess of love

    Beill they died?

    I e it out in a verse -

    MacDonagh and MacBride

    And Connolly and Pearse

    Noime to be,

    herever green is worn,

    Are cterly:

    A terrible beauty is born.