I SEE HIS BLOOD UPON THE ROSE
Joseph Mary Plunkett, 1887-1916

I see His blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of His eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.

I see His face in every flower;
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but His voice--and carven by His power
Rocks are His written words.

All pathways by His feet are worn,
His strong heart stirs the ever beating sea,
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,
His cross is every tree.

Notes: Joseph Plunkett was a visionary poet from a noble Irish house. He was exected by the British in 1916 for his part in the Easter Rising.

found at the following site Joseph Plunkett Poem