In Memory Of Eva Gore-Booth And Con Markiewicz (1927)

The light of evening, Lissadell,
Great windows open to the south,
Two girls in silk kimonos, both
Beautiful ne a gazelle.
But a raving autumn shears
Blossom from the summer´s wreath;
The older is condemned to death,
Pardoned, drags out lonely years
Conspiring among the ignorant.
I know not what the younger dreams-
Some vague Utopia-and she seems,
When withered old and skeleton-gaunt,
An image of such politics.
Many a time I think to seek
One or the other out and speak
Of that old Georgian mansion, mix
pictures of the mind, recall
That table and the talk of youth,
Two girls in silk kimonos, both
Beautiful, one a gazelle.

Dear shadows, now you know it all,
All the folly of a fight
With a common wrong or wright.
The innnocent and beautiful.
Have no enemy but time;
Arise and bid me strike a match
And strike another till time catch;
Should the confagration climb,
Run till all the sages know.
We the great gazebo built,
They convicted us of guilt;
Bid me strike a match and blow


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