A simple curved stone bench Set in a rustic niche. Outside, this city bustles, here, time passes by the inch. There’s a fine array of roses and stone tablets on the wall. The inscription is in Irish, It tells of a rise and fall. As I sit, quiet, here Near the bronze children of Lir The reflecting pool brims full of my races’ gathered tears.
In Dublin,Ireland , there is a park at the foot of O'Connell Street near Parnel square dedicated to the men and women of the Easter rising of 1916. The bronze statute " the Children of Lir" commemorates the martyrs in the cause of Irish independence. I have written of that time in my poem "The Easter Rising". Yeats visited the topic more successfully in "Easter, 1916". Of course he was there and he knew them personally.