Some Poems of Roger Casement — Parnell

(_October 6th, 1891. _) Hush--let no whisper of the cruel strife, Wherein he fell so bravely fighting, fall Nigh these dead ears; fain would our hearts recall Nought but proud memories of a noble life-- Of unmatched skill to lead by pathways rife With danger and dark doubt, where slander's knife Gleamed ever bare to wound, yet over all He pressed triumphant on--lo, thus to fall.

Through and beyond the breach he living made Shall Erin pass to freedom and to will, And shape her fate: there where his limbs are laid No harsh reproach dare penetrate the shade;

Death's angel guards the door, and o'er the sill A mightier voice than Death's speaks "Peace, be still!"