In the silence where words once thrived,
The echoes of your voice survive,
Through fields of thought and verse profound,
Your legacy, forever bound.

The pen you wielded with such grace,
Now rests in its eternal place,
Yet in each line, your spirit stays,
Guiding us through life’s complex maze.

From bogs and myths to human plight,
Your words have cast a beacon bright,
A light that shines through time and space,
Illuminating the human race.

Though death has claimed your mortal frame,
Your soul endures within your name,
Seamus Heaney, poet true,
In every verse, we remember you.