Truth (George William Russell Poems)
THE HERO first thought it To him 'twas a deed: To those who retaught it, A chain on their speed. ...
THE HERO first thought it To him 'twas a deed: To those who retaught it, A chain on their speed. ...
IN summer time, with high imaginings Of proud Crusaders and of Paynim kings, The children crowned themselves with famous names, ...
WHAT domination of what darkness dies this hour, And through what new, rejoicing, winged, ethereal power O'erthrown, the cells opened, ...
THE TWILIGHT fleeted away in pearl on the stream, And night, like a diamond done, stood still in our dream. ...
ERE I lose myself in the vastness and drowse myself with the peace, While I gaze on the light and ...
FAINT grew the yellow buds of light Far flickering beyond the snows, As leaning o'er the shadowy white Morn glimmered ...
COME earth's little children pit-pat from their burrows on the hill; Hangs within the gloom its weary head the shining ...
WHERE the Greyhound River windeth through a loneliness so deep, Scarce a wild fowl shakes the quiet that the purple ...
WHERE we sat at dawn together, while the star-rich heavens shifted, We were weaving dreams in silence, suddenly the veil ...
THEY bathed in the fire-flooded fountains: Life girdled them round and about: They slept in the clefts of the mountains: ...
AS from our dream we died away Far off I felt the outer things; Your wind-blown tresses round me play, ...
WHAT miracle was it that made this grey Rathgar Seem holy earth, a leaping-place from star to star? I know ...
POOR little child, my pretty boy, Why did the hunter mark thee out? Wert thou betrayed by thine own joy? ...
LET us leave our island woods grown dim and blue; O'er the waters creeping the pearl dust of the eve ...
FROM the cool and dark-lipped furrows Breathes a dim delight Through the woodland's purple plumage To the diamond night. Aureoles ...
I WOULD I could weave in The colour, the wonder, The song I conceive in My heart while I ponder, ...
DARK glowed the vales of amethyst Beneath an opal shroud: The moon bud opened through the mist Its white-fire leaves ...
DUSK, a pearl-grey river, o'er Hill and vale puts out the day- What do you wonder at, asthore, What's away ...
HER mist of primroses within her breast Twilight hath folded up, and o'er the west, Seeking remoter valleys long hath ...
OH, at the eagle's height To lie i' the sweet of the sun, While veil after veil takes flight And ...
I WHO had sought afar from earth The faery land to meet, Now find content within its girth And wonder ...
OH, if my spirit may foretell Or earlier impart, It is because I always dwell With morning in my heart. ...
THERE were many burning hours on the heartsweet tide, And we passed away from ourselves, forgetting all The immortal moods ...
THROUGH the blue shadowy valley I hastened in a dream: Flower rich the night, flower soft the air, a blue ...
WHEN the dawn comes forth I wonder Will our sad, sad hearts awaken, And the grief we laboured under From ...
WHY does this sudden passion smite me? I stretch my hands, all blind to see: I need the lamp of ...
WHEN twilight flutters the mountains over, The faery lights from the earth unfold: And over the caves enchanted hover The ...
HE bent above: so still her breath What air she breathed he could not say, Whether in worlds of life ...
OVER all the dream-built margin, flushed with grey and hoary light, Glint the bubble planets tossing in the dead black ...
I PITIED one whose tattered dress Was patched, and stained with dust and rain; He smiled on me; I could ...
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