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Padraic Colum (1881–1972). Anthology of Irish Verse. 1922.

By Padraic Pearse

127. Tara Is Grass

THE world hath conquered, the wind hath scattered like dust

Alexander, Cæsar, and all that shared their sway:

Tara is grass, and behold how Troy lieth low—

And even the English, perchance their hour will come!