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Easter Week by Alfred Joyce Kilmer

In memory of Joseph Mary Plunkett “Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone, It’s with O’Leary in the grave.” Then, Yeats, what gave that Easter dawn A hue so radiantly brave? There was a rain of blood that day, Red rain in … Continue reading

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