By the Margin of the Great Deep (George William Russell Poems)
WHEN the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies, All its vaporous sapphire, violet glow and silver gleam ...
WHEN the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies, All its vaporous sapphire, violet glow and silver gleam ...
SHADOWWHO art thou, O Glory, In flame from the deep Where stars chant their story; Why trouble my sleep? I ...
I COULD praise you once with beautiful words ere you came And entered my life with love in a wind ...
THE WONDER of the world is o'er: The magic from the sea is gone: There is no unimagined shore, No ...
I AM the tender voice calling "Away," Whispering between the beatings of the heart, And inaccessible in dewy eyes I ...
THERE were many burning hours on the heartsweet tide, And we passed away from ourselves, forgetting all The immortal moods ...
I PAUSED beside the cabin door and saw the King of Kings at play, Tumbled upon the grass I spied ...
BEARDED with dewy grass the mountains thrust Their blackness high into the still grey light, Deepening to blue: far up ...
HIS head within my bosom lay, But yet his spirit slipped not through: I only felt the burning clay That ...
IN summer time, with high imaginings Of proud Crusaders and of Paynim kings, The children crowned themselves with famous names, ...
ON the twilight-burnished hills I lie and long and gaze Where below the grey-lipped sands drink in the flowing tides, ...
WHERE the Greyhound River windeth through a loneliness so deep, Scarce a wild fowl shakes the quiet that the purple ...
WHO gave thee such a ruby flaming heart And such a pure cold spirit? Side by side I know these ...
I THOUGHT, beloved, to have brought to you A gift of quietness and ease and peace, Cooling your brow as ...
LET us leave our island woods grown dim and blue; O'er the waters creeping the pearl dust of the eve ...
UNTO the deep the deep heart goes, It lays its sadness nigh the breast: Only the Mighty Mother knows The ...
HOW often have I said, "We may not grieve for the immortal dead." And now, poor blenchèd heart, Thy ruddy ...
I GO down from the hills half in gladness, and half with a pain I depart, Where the Mother with ...
DUSK its ash-grey blossoms sheds on violet skies, Over twilight mountains where the heart songs rise, Rise and fall and ...
THE EAST was crowned with snow-cold bloom And hung with veils of pearly fleece: They died away into the gloom, ...
IT was the fairy of the place, Moving within a little light, Who touched with dim and shadowy grace The ...
ERE I lose myself in the vastness and drowse myself with the peace, While I gaze on the light and ...
WHEN the unquiet hours depart And far away their tumults cease, Within the twilight of the heart We bathe in ...
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