Transformations (George William Russell Poems)
WHAT miracle was it that made this grey Rathgar Seem holy earth, a leaping-place from star to star? I know ...
WHAT miracle was it that made this grey Rathgar Seem holy earth, a leaping-place from star to star? I know ...
IT was the fairy of the place, Moving within a little light, Who touched with dim and shadowy grace The ...
I GO down from the hills half in gladness, and half with a pain I depart, Where the Mother with ...
OH, if my spirit may foretell Or earlier impart, It is because I always dwell With morning in my heart. ...
NOT the soul that's whitest Wakens love the sweetest: When the heart is lightest Oft the charm is fleetest. While ...
WE are desert leagues apart; Time is misty ages now Since the warmth of heart to heart Chased the shadows ...
WELL, when all is said and done Best within my narrow way, May some angel of the sun Muse memorial ...
WHAT of all the will to do? It has vanished long ago, For a dream-shaft pierced it through From the ...
NOT unremembering we pass our exile from the starry ways: One timeless hour in time we caught from the long ...
HOW came this pigmy rabble spun, After the gods and kings of old, Upon a tapestry begun With threads of ...
I SAID my pleasure shall not move; It is not fixed in things apart: Seeking not love-but yet to love- ...
THE WONDER of the world is o'er: The magic from the sea is gone: There is no unimagined shore, No ...
YOU and I have found the secret way, None can bar our love or say us nay: All the world ...
FROM the cool and dark-lipped furrows Breathes a dim delight Through the woodland's purple plumage To the diamond night. Aureoles ...
ALL the morn a spirit gay Breathes within my heart a rhyme, 'Tis but hide and seek we play In ...
A LAUGHTER in the diamond air, a music in the trembling grass; And one by one the words of light ...
WHERE are now the dreams divine, Fires that lit the dawning soul, As the ruddy colours shine Through an opal ...
WE woke from our sleep in the bosom where cradled together we lay: The love of the dark hidden Father ...
THEY call us aliens, we are told, Because our wayward visions stray From that dim banner they unfold, The dreams ...
IN summer time, with high imaginings Of proud Crusaders and of Paynim kings, The children crowned themselves with famous names, ...
A SHAFT of fire that falls like dew, And melts and maddens all my blood, From out thy spirit flashes ...
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