The world hath conquered, the wind
hath scattered like dust
Alexander, Caesar, and all that shared
sway.
Tara is grass, and behold how Troy
lieth low --
And even the English, perchance their
hour will come!
By Padraig Pearse. Published in Poems of the Irish Revolutionary Brotherhood, Small, Maynard and Company, Boston, 1916.
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