“Their dream had left me numb and cold,
But yet my spirit rose in pride,
Refashioning in burnished gold
The images of those who died,
Or were shut in the penal cell.”

— George William Russell

To the Memory of Some I knew Who are Dead and Who Loved Ireland (1917)
Context: Their dream had left me numb and cold,
But yet my spirit rose in pride,
Refashioning in burnished gold
The images of those who died,
Or were shut in the penal cell.
Here's to you, Pearse, your dream not mine,
But yet the thought, for this you fell,
Has turned life's water into wine.

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Irish writer, editor, critic, poet, and artistic painter 1867–1935

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