Comrades – By Eva Gore Booth

Here we have a poem by Eva Gore Booth, sister of the stalwart Irish rebel, Constance Markievicz who fought bravely in the Easter Rising of 1916. The last two lines are particularly poignant.

                 

               Comrades

 

The peaceful night that round me flows,
Breaks through your iron prison doors,
Free through the world your spirit goes,
Forbidden hands are clasping yours.
The wind is our confederate,
The night has left her doors ajar,
We meet beyond earth’s barred gate,
Where all the world’s wild Rebels are.

Eva Gore Booth