Mystery (George William Russell Poems)
WHY does this sudden passion smite me? I stretch my hands, all blind to see: I need the lamp of ...
WHY does this sudden passion smite me? I stretch my hands, all blind to see: I need the lamp of ...
NOT her own sorrow only that hath place Upon yon gentle face. Too slight have been her childhood's years to ...
THEY tell me that the earth is still the same Although the Red Branch now is but a name, That ...
OVER all the dream-built margin, flushed with grey and hoary light, Glint the bubble planets tossing in the dead black ...
WHO would think this quiet breather From the world had taken flight? Yet within the form we see there Wakes ...
I WOULD I could weave in The colour, the wonder, The song I conceive in My heart while I ponder, ...
THE GREY road whereupon we trod became as holy ground: The eve was all one voice that breathed its message ...
NOW when the spirit in us wakes and broods, Filled with home yearnings, drowsily it flings From its deep heart ...
MOTHER, with whom our lives should be, Not hatred keeps our lives apart: Charmed by some lesser glow in thee, ...
IN day from some titanic past it seems As if a thread divine of memory runs; Born ere the Mighty ...
I BEGIN through the grass once again to be bound to the Lord; I can see, through a face that ...
YOU remember, dear, together Two children, you and I, Sat once in the autumn weather, Watching the autumn sky. There ...
WHAT domination of what darkness dies this hour, And through what new, rejoicing, winged, ethereal power O'erthrown, the cells opened, ...
WHERE we sat at dawn together, while the star-rich heavens shifted, We were weaving dreams in silence, suddenly the veil ...
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