Author Padraic Pearse The world hath conquered, the wind hath scattered like dustAlexander, Caesar, and all that shared their sway:Tara is grass, and behold how Troy lieth low—And even the English, perchance their hour will come. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments