In Memory Of Eva Gore-Booth And Con Markiewicz
The light of evening,
Lissadell,
Great windows open to the south,
Two girls in silk kimonos,
The light of evening,
Lissadell,
Great windows open to the south,
Two girls in silk kimonos,
EN have I last looked
The round green eyes and the long wavering
Of the dark leopards of the moon
All the wild witches, those most noble ladies,
I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
When my arms wrap you round I
My heart upon the
That has long faded from the world;
The jewelled crowns that kings have
That civilisation may not sink,
Its great battle lost,
Quiet the dog, tether the
To a distant post;
I have met them at close of
Coming with vivid
From counter or desk among
Eighteenth-century houses
A
EN blow: the great wings beating
Above the staggering girl, her thighs
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
I
ED, "I am too young,"And then, "I am old enough";
Wherefore I threw a
To find out if I might love
UR eyes that once were never weary of
Are bowed in sorrow under pendulous lids,
Because our love is waning
"And then She:"Although our love is waning, let us
I
DE my song a
Covered with
Out of old
WN by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-whitefeet
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would notagree
ER shall a young man,
Thrown into
By those great
Ramparts at your ear,