Symbolism (George William Russell Poems)
NOW when the spirit in us wakes and broods, Filled with home yearnings, drowsily it flings From its deep heart ...
NOW when the spirit in us wakes and broods, Filled with home yearnings, drowsily it flings From its deep heart ...
WHO is that goddess to whom men should pray, But her from whom their hearts have turned away, Out of ...
IN summer time, with high imaginings Of proud Crusaders and of Paynim kings, The children crowned themselves with famous names, ...
IT'S a lonely road through bogland to the lake at Carrowmore, And a sleeper there lies dreaming where the water ...
TWILIGHT, a blossom grey in shadowy valleys dwells: Under the radiant dark the deep blue-tinted bells In quietness reïmage heaven ...
THIS mood hath known all beauty, for it sees O'erwhelmed majesties In these pale forms, and kingly crowns of gold ...
THE TWILIGHT fleeted away in pearl on the stream, And night, like a diamond done, stood still in our dream. ...
THE GREY road whereupon we trod became as holy ground: The eve was all one voice that breathed its message ...
THERE in her old-world garden smiles A symbol of the world's desire, Striving with quaint and lovely wiles To bind ...
I AM the tender voice calling "Away," Whispering between the beatings of the heart, And inaccessible in dewy eyes I ...
FAINT grew the yellow buds of light Far flickering beyond the snows, As leaning o'er the shadowy white Morn glimmered ...
DO you not feel the white glow in your breast, my bird? That is the flame of love I send ...
DREAM faces bloom around your face Like flowers upon one stem; The heart of many a vanished race Sighs as ...
WITH the glamour of the Gay How you made our hearts to flame; Gave each life some airy aim: Ever ...
I GO down from the hills half in gladness, and half with a pain I depart, Where the Mother with ...
HER mist of primroses within her breast Twilight hath folded up, and o'er the west, Seeking remoter valleys long hath ...
THE BLUE dusk ran between the streets: my love was winged within my mind, It left to-day and yesterday and ...
WE must pass like smoke or live within the spirit's fire; For we can no more than smoke unto the ...
ALL the morn a spirit gay Breathes within my heart a rhyme, 'Tis but hide and seek we play In ...
LOVE and pity are pleading with me this hour. What is this voice that stays me forbidding to yield, Offering ...
I DID not deem it half so sweet To feel thy gentle hand, As in a dream thy soul to ...
WHEN mine hour is come Let no teardrop fall And no darkness hover Round me where I lie. Let the ...
THE WINDS, the stars, and the skies though wrought By the heavenly King yet know it not; And man who ...
HE bent above: so still her breath What air she breathed he could not say, Whether in worlds of life ...
THE WHILE my mad brain whirled around She only looked with eyes elate Immortal love at me. I found How ...
WHAT miracle was it that made this grey Rathgar Seem holy earth, a leaping-place from star to star? I know ...
MEN have made them gods of love, Sun-gods, givers of the rain, Deities of hill and grove: I have made ...
THERE were many burning hours on the heartsweet tide, And we passed away from ourselves, forgetting all The immortal moods ...
HOW often have I said, "We may not grieve for the immortal dead." And now, poor blenchèd heart, Thy ruddy ...
IN the black pool of the midnight Lu has slung the morning star, And its foam in rippling silver whitens ...
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