THOMAS MACDONAGH He shall not hear the bittern cry In the wild sky, where he is lain, Nor voices of the sweeter birds Above the wailing of the rain. Nor shall he know when loud March blows Thro' slanting snows her fanfare shrill, Blowing to flame the golden cup Of many an upset daffodil. But when the Dark Cow leaves the moor, And pastures poor with greedy weeds, Perhaps he'll hear her low at morn Lifting her horn in pleasant meads. -- Francis Ledwidge (1891-1917) Note - The poem is apparently refers to Thomas MacDonagh, born in Cloughjordan, Co. Tipperary and executed at Kilmainham Prison. MacDonagh was one of the martyrs of the April 1916 insurrection aimed to establish an independent Irish republic and was buried at Arbour Hill Military Prison.