The Veils of Maya (George William Russell Poems)
MOTHER, with whom our lives should be, Not hatred keeps our lives apart: Charmed by some lesser glow in thee, ...
MOTHER, with whom our lives should be, Not hatred keeps our lives apart: Charmed by some lesser glow in thee, ...
I KNOW myself no more, my child, Since thou art come to me, Pity so tender and so wild Hath ...
TWILIGHT, a blossom grey in shadowy valleys dwells: Under the radiant dark the deep blue-tinted bells In quietness reïmage heaven ...
THEY bathed in the fire-flooded fountains: Life girdled them round and about: They slept in the clefts of the mountains: ...
UNTO the deep the deep heart goes, It lays its sadness nigh the breast: Only the Mighty Mother knows The ...
WHILE the yellow constellations shine with pale and tender glory, In the lilac-scented stillness let us listen to earth's story. ...
I GO down from the hills half in gladness, and half with a pain I depart, Where the Mother with ...
THE WONDER of the world is o'er: The magic from the sea is gone: There is no unimagined shore, No ...
I BEGIN through the grass once again to be bound to the Lord; I can see, through a face that ...
SEE where the light streams over Connla's fountain Starward aspire! The sacred sign upon the holy mountain Shines in white ...
WHEN the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies, All its vaporous sapphire, violet glow and silver gleam ...
WHERE we sat at dawn together, while the star-rich heavens shifted, We were weaving dreams in silence, suddenly the veil ...
AS from our dream we died away Far off I felt the outer things; Your wind-blown tresses round me play, ...
I HEARD them in their sadness say, "The earth rebukes the thought of God; We are but embers wrapped in ...
FROM the cool and dark-lipped furrows Breathes a dim delight Through the woodland's purple plumage To the diamond night. Aureoles ...
WHEN for love it was fain of The wild heart was chidden, When the white limbs were clothed And the ...
I PAUSED beside the cabin door and saw the King of Kings at play, Tumbled upon the grass I spied ...
HIS head within my bosom lay, But yet his spirit slipped not through: I only felt the burning clay That ...
OVER all the dream-built margin, flushed with grey and hoary light, Glint the bubble planets tossing in the dead black ...
THIS is the hero-heart of the enchanted isle, Whom now the twilight children tenderly enfold, Pat with their pearly palms ...
WHERE are now the dreams divine, Fires that lit the dawning soul, As the ruddy colours shine Through an opal ...
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