Weariness (George William Russell Poems)
WHERE are now the dreams divine, Fires that lit the dawning soul, As the ruddy colours shine Through an opal ...
WHERE are now the dreams divine, Fires that lit the dawning soul, As the ruddy colours shine Through an opal ...
WE turned back mad from the mystic mountains, All foamed with red and with elfin gold: Up from the heart ...
WITH the glamour of the Gay How you made our hearts to flame; Gave each life some airy aim: Ever ...
I WOULD I could weave in The colour, the wonder, The song I conceive in My heart while I ponder, ...
OH, if my spirit may foretell Or earlier impart, It is because I always dwell With morning in my heart. ...
SHADOWWHO art thou, O Glory, In flame from the deep Where stars chant their story; Why trouble my sleep? I ...
WE laid him to rest with tenderness; Homeward we turned in the twilight's gold; We thought in ourselves with dumb ...
HOW came this pigmy rabble spun, After the gods and kings of old, Upon a tapestry begun With threads of ...
DO you not feel the white glow in your breast, my bird? That is the flame of love I send ...
IT'S a lonely road through bogland to the lake at Carrowmore, And a sleeper there lies dreaming where the water ...
THOUGH your eyes with tears were blind, Pain upon the path you trod: Well we knew, the hosts behind, Voice ...
THE GREY road whereupon we trod became as holy ground: The eve was all one voice that breathed its message ...
THOSE delicate wanderers, The wind, the star, the cloud, Ever before mine eyes, As to an altar bowed, Light and ...
YOUR paths were all unknown to us: We were so far away from you: We mixed in thought your spirit ...
I COULD praise you once with beautiful words ere you came And entered my life with love in a wind ...
ON the bird of air blue-breasted glint the rays of gold, And its shadowy fleece above us waves the forest ...
THIS mood hath known all beauty, for it sees O'erwhelmed majesties In these pale forms, and kingly crowns of gold ...
SEE where the light streams over Connla's fountain Starward aspire! The sacred sign upon the holy mountain Shines in white ...
HER mist of primroses within her breast Twilight hath folded up, and o'er the west, Seeking remoter valleys long hath ...
I WHO had sought afar from earth The faery land to meet, Now find content within its girth And wonder ...
I PAUSED beside the cabin door and saw the King of Kings at play, Tumbled upon the grass I spied ...
THIS is the hero-heart of the enchanted isle, Whom now the twilight children tenderly enfold, Pat with their pearly palms ...
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