On Robert Emmet’s Grave lyrics

by

Percy Bysshe Shelley


[Published from the Esdaile manuscript book by Dowden,
"Life of Shelley", 1887; dated 1812.]


6.
No trump tells thy virtues—the grave where they rest
With thy dust shall remain unpolluted by fame,
Till thy foes, by the world and by fortune caressed,
Shall pass like a mist from the light of thy name.
7.
When the storm-cloud that lowers o'er the day-beam is gone,
Unchanged, unextinguished its life-spring will shine;
When Erin has ceased with their memory to groan,
She will smile through the tears of revival on thine.

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