J.M. Plunkett: A feh�r toll

N�ztem a borzalmas �vet,

M�g egy tollat a f�lelem

Sz�rny�b�l kezed kit�pett --

�rtatlans�god sz�rt sz�ven.

Sz�rny� titkod re�m b�ztad,

Most t�zk�nt �geti lelkem,

Keser� k�nnyeim miatt

B�z�m aratni nem mertem.

Csillagmagot nem vetettem

Az �g szeles b�rceire,

Ink�bb felsz�ntottam sz�vem

S szemed titk�t sz�rtam bele.

Nem aratom le gabon�m,

Mely k�ves f�ldben hajtott ki,

Egy f�nyes toll hever n�m�n:

Elsz�rt�k Isten sz�rnyai.

The White Feather

I've watched with Death a dreadful year
Nor flinched until you plucked apart
A feather from the wings of Fear --
Your innocence has stabbed my heart

I took your terrible trust to keep,
Deep in my heart it flames and sears,
And what I've sown I dare not reap
For bitterness of blinding tears.

I have not scattered starry seed
On windy ridges of the skies,
But I have ploughed my heart indeed
And sown the secrets of your eyes.

And now I cannot reap the grain
Growing above that stony sod
Because a shining plume lies plain
Fallen from following wings of God.