On Robert Emmet's Grave
Published from the Esdaile manuscript book by Dowden, "Life of Shelley", 1887; dated 1812.
6. No trump tells thy virtues—the grave where they rest With thy dust shall remain unpolluted by fame, Till thy foes, by the world and by fortune caressed, Shall pass like a mist from the light of thy name.
7. When the storm-cloud that lowers o'er the day-beam is gone, Unchanged, unextinguished its life-spring will shine; When Erin has ceased with their memory to groan, She will smile through the tears of revival on thine.