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| | Poetry X » Poetry Archives » Seumas O’Sullivan » "Lament For Sean MacDermott" |
 | | They have slain you, Sean MacDermott; never more these eyes will greet The eyes beloved by women, and the smile that true men loved; Never more I’ll hear the stick-tap, and the gay and limping feet, They have slain you, Sean the Gentle, Sean the valiant, Sean the proved. |
 | | As your stick goes tapping down the heavenly pavement, Sean, my friend, That is not your way of thinking, generous, tender, wise and brave; We, who knew and loved and trusted you, are trusted to the end, And your hand even now grips mine as though there never were a grave. |
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