Night (George William Russell Poems)
HEART-HIDDEN from the outer things I rose; The spirit woke anew in nightly birth Unto the vastness where forever glows ...
HEART-HIDDEN from the outer things I rose; The spirit woke anew in nightly birth Unto the vastness where forever glows ...
LET us leave our island woods grown dim and blue; O'er the waters creeping the pearl dust of the eve ...
AT dusk the window panes grew grey; The wet world vanished in the gloom; The dim and silver end of ...
WHEN the unquiet hours depart And far away their tumults cease, Within the twilight of the heart We bathe in ...
TWILIGHT, a blossom grey in shadowy valleys dwells: Under the radiant dark the deep blue-tinted bells In quietness reïmage heaven ...
WHAT of all the will to do? It has vanished long ago, For a dream-shaft pierced it through From the ...
THERE in her old-world garden smiles A symbol of the world's desire, Striving with quaint and lovely wiles To bind ...
THOSE delicate wanderers, The wind, the star, the cloud, Ever before mine eyes, As to an altar bowed, Light and ...
LIKE winds or waters were her ways: The flowing tides, the airy streams, Are troubled not by any dreams; They ...
WHEN the soul sought refuge in the place of rest, Overborne by strife and pain beyond control, From some secret ...
WITH Thee a moment! Then what dreams have play! Traditions of eternal toil arise, Search for the high, austere and ...
WE must pass like smoke or live within the spirit's fire; For we can no more than smoke unto the ...
NOT the soul that's whitest Wakens love the sweetest: When the heart is lightest Oft the charm is fleetest. While ...
WHERE we sat at dawn together, while the star-rich heavens shifted, We were weaving dreams in silence, suddenly the veil ...
THE TWINKLING mists of green and gold Afloat in the abyss of air, From out the window high and old ...
WHO is this unseen messenger For ever between me and her, Who brings love's precious merchandise, The golden breath, the ...
HERE where the loves of others close The vision of my heart begins. The wisdom that within us grows Is ...
WHERE are now the dreams divine, Fires that lit the dawning soul, As the ruddy colours shine Through an opal ...
NOW when the spirit in us wakes and broods, Filled with home yearnings, drowsily it flings From its deep heart ...
LOVE and pity are pleading with me this hour. What is this voice that stays me forbidding to yield, Offering ...
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