“The sun rose up at
midnight,
The sun rose red as blood,
It showed the Reaper, the dead Christ,
Upon His cross of wood.
“For many live that one
may die,
And one must die that many live—
The stars are silent in the sky
Lest my poor songs be fugitive.”—Irish poet, journalist, and patriotic martyr Joseph Mary Plunkett (1887-1916), “The Stars Sang in God’s Garden,” in Joyce Kilmer’s Anthology of Catholic Poets, with a supplement of more recent poems edited by Shaemas O’Sheel (1939)
(The image accompanying
this post, a detail of the painting Christ Crucified, was part of the Scuola
di San Rocco in Venice, by the late Italian Renaissance master Jacopo
Tintoretto (1518-1594).
The sun rose red as blood,
It showed the Reaper, the dead Christ,
Upon His cross of wood.
And one must die that many live—
The stars are silent in the sky
Lest my poor songs be fugitive.”—Irish poet, journalist, and patriotic martyr Joseph Mary Plunkett (1887-1916), “The Stars Sang in God’s Garden,” in Joyce Kilmer’s Anthology of Catholic Poets, with a supplement of more recent poems edited by Shaemas O’Sheel (1939)
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