A Sinn Feiner

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Title:     A Sinn Feiner
Author: Herbert Edward Palmer [More Titles by Palmer]

I once had the trustiest comrade--
God grant he thinks kindly of me--
And we always stood shoulder to shoulder
When a tossing wind troubled Life's sea.
He was like the marsh fire in fair weather;
Though in foul, we made merry together.

But his soul was knit to the whirlwind--
The fen mists but shrouded the flame--
And I knew not our friendship's attachment
Till the day that the whirlwind came,
For I saw our lives broken asunder
And watched him away with the thunder.

Men said he consorted with traitors
And marshalled the beasts of the sty.
But I know that mere mischief makers
Don't joyfully go forth to die.
And I've lost a friend like a brother,
And never I'll know such another.

[The end]
Herbert Edward Palmer's poem: Sinn Feiner

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