The Irish poet, Thomas Moore, was an old friend of Robert Emmet's from his days at Trinity College and included this poem to him in his Irish Melodies where he left it untitled.


" Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade
Where cold and unhonoured his relics are laid
Sad, silent and dark be the tears that we shed
As the night dew that falls on the grass o'er his head

But the night dew that falls, though in silence it weeps
Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls "