The Memory of Earth (George William Russell Poems)
IN the wet dusk silver sweet, Down the violet scented ways, As I moved with quiet feet I was met ...
IN the wet dusk silver sweet, Down the violet scented ways, As I moved with quiet feet I was met ...
LIKE winds or waters were her ways: The flowing tides, the airy streams, Are troubled not by any dreams; They ...
ERE I lose myself in the vastness and drowse myself with the peace, While I gaze on the light and ...
BY many a dream of God and man my thoughts in shining flocks were led: But as I went through ...
THE TWINKLING mists of green and gold Afloat in the abyss of air, From out the window high and old ...
THEY tell me that the earth is still the same Although the Red Branch now is but a name, That ...
LET us leave our island woods grown dim and blue; O'er the waters creeping the pearl dust of the eve ...
I WOULD I could weave in The colour, the wonder, The song I conceive in My heart while I ponder, ...
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