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.
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This lament for the slain poet McDonagh evokes the lost poetical senses of the 1916 leader. Ledwidge encapsulates in a few short lines the senstivity of the poet. Ledwidge forsees better times ahead for Ireland. He wistfully hopes that the executed McDonagh might see his patriotic sacrifice as instrumental in the betterment of the Irish nation. But the Dark Cow of the moor is back among the greedy weeds of materialism. Ireland has become a parody of itself.
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This lament for the slain poet McDonagh evokes the lost poetical senses of the 1916 leader. Ledwidge encapsulates in a few short lines the senstivity of the poet. Ledwidge forsees better times ahead for Ireland. He wistfully hopes that the executed McDonagh might see his patriotic sacrifice as instrumental in the betterment of the Irish nation. But the Dark Cow of the moor is back among the greedy weeds of materialism. Ireland has become a parody of itself.