'No enemy but time'

 Born on this day in 1868, at Buckingham Gate in London, was Constance Gore-Booth, who became Constance Markievicz, revolutionary firebrand, Irish nationalist, socialist, suffragist, what have you. She was the first woman elected to the UK House of Commons, but did not take up her seat, partly because of her Irish nationalist convictions and partly because she was at the time detained at His Majesty's pleasure in Holloway prison, serving one of many sentences she picked up in her career, including a death sentence (for her part in the events of 1916) which was commuted to imprisonment – an act of clemency to which she responded: 'I do wish your lot had the decency to shoot me.' 
  Constance, with her sister Eva, had the great good fortune to be memorialised in one of Yeats's most beautiful short poems, 'In Memory of Eva Gore-Booth and Con Markievicz'. Those opening lines...!

The light of evening, Lissadell,

Great windows open to the south,

Two girls in silk kimonos, both

Beautiful, one 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 right.

The innocent and the beautiful

Have no enemy but time;

Arise and bid me strike a match

And strike another till time catch;

Should the conflagration climb,

Run till all the sages know.

We the great gazebo built,

They convicted us of guilt;

Bid me strike a match and blow.

Lissadell was the happily named family seat in County Sligo, where Yeats often stayed. 

And here are the two girls 'both beautiful, one a gazelle' (Constance on the right) –