O WHAT has made that sudden noise?
What on the threshold stands?
It never crossed the sea because
John Bull and the sea are friends;
But this is not the old sea
Nor this the old seashore.
What gave that roar of mockery,
That roar in the sea's roar?
The ghost of Roger Casement
Is beating on the door.
John Bull has stood for Parliament,
A dog must have his day,
The country thinks no end of him,
For he knows how to say,
At a beanfeast or a banquet,
That all must hang their trust
Upon the British Empire,
Upon the Church of Christ.
The ghost of Roger Casement
Is beating on the door.
John Bull has gone to India
And all must pay him heed,
For histories are there to prove
That none of another breed
Has had a like inheritance,
Or sucked such milk as he,
And there's no luck about a house
If it lack honesty.
The ghost of Roger Casement
Is beating on the door.
I poked about a village church
And found his family tomb
And copied out what I could read
In that religious gloom;
Found many a famous man there;
But fame and virtue rot.
Draw round, beloved and bitter men,
Draw round and raise a shout;
The ghost of Roger Casement
Is beating on the door.
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I liked this poem. It tells a wonderful and slightly haunting story in so few words... which might not have been so wonderful or haunting had it been fleshed out into say a novel or something like that.
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Dave try this one :oldpoetry.com/poetry/2747
it may be the one you are looking for.
Vonnie
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Wonderful poem. Using the figure of 'Roger Casement' as an anti-anglican figurehead is simply inspired. A fantastic story and one of his best works.
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Can anybody tell me what the poem that precedes this is called? I can't seem to find it on this site (obviously knowing it's title might make it easier).
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