Can anyone help with this I am sure the line was
"I have wound the clock and now I return to hear it strike"
Not sure if it was an Irish poet but any help would be great

Because I helped to wind the clock
I come to hear it strike
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The O'Rahilly
William Butler Yeats

Sing of the O'Rahilly,
Do not deny his right;
Sing a 'the' before his name;
Allow that he, despite
All those learned historians,
Established it for good;
He wrote out that word himself,
He christened himself with blood.
How goes the weather?

Sing of the O'Rahilly
That had such little sense
He told Pearse and Connolly
He'd gone to great expense
Keeping all the Kerry men
Out of that crazy fight;
That he might be there himself
Had travelled half the night.
How goes the weather?

'Am I such a craven that
I should not get the word
But for what some travelling man
Had heard I had not heard?'
Then on pearse and Connolly
He fixed a bitter look:
'Because I helped to wind the clock
I come to hear it strike.'
How goes the weather?

What remains to sing about
But of the death he met
Stretched under a doorway
Somewhere off Henry Street;
They that found him found upon
The door above his head
'Here died the O'Rahilly.
R.I.P.' writ in blood.
How goes the weather.?

Thank you thank thank you I have looked for this for a long time and now it is here.
Thank you again
No more sleepless nights!

I am so glad !
and thank you for telling me that was the poem you were looking for !
sometimes I keep wondering, so no sleepless nights for me either . . .

ilza