The Ballad of Parnell and his Family And so the way of the soft summer’s day, Where wildflowers blushing in the gentle sway, Under sunlight burn with a beautiful plight, And you hear the call of the bird in the night.

The valleys are rich with your tragedy still, As I walk through the shadows that you fulfill, Yet like the flowers in the meadow’s green breast, The song of your name shall always be blessed.

• William Butler Yeats