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.