The Robing of the King (George William Russell Poems)
ON the bird of air blue-breasted glint the rays of gold, And its shadowy fleece above us waves the forest ...
ON the bird of air blue-breasted glint the rays of gold, And its shadowy fleece above us waves the forest ...
WHEN the soul sought refuge in the place of rest, Overborne by strife and pain beyond control, From some secret ...
WHAT domination of what darkness dies this hour, And through what new, rejoicing, winged, ethereal power O'erthrown, the cells opened, ...
WHEN the morning breaks above us And the wild sweet stars have fled, By the faery hands that love us ...
NOT her own sorrow only that hath place Upon yon gentle face. Too slight have been her childhood's years to ...
I PAUSED beside the cabin door and saw the King of Kings at play, Tumbled upon the grass I spied ...
THERE'S a cure for sorrow in the well at Ballylee Where the scarlet cressets hang over the trembling pool: And ...
OH, the sudden wings arising from the ploughed fields brown Showered aloft in spray of song the wild-bird twitter floats ...
THEY call us aliens, we are told, Because our wayward visions stray From that dim banner they unfold, The dreams ...
FAINT grew the yellow buds of light Far flickering beyond the snows, As leaning o'er the shadowy white Morn glimmered ...
AS flow the rivers to the sea Adown from rocky hill or plain, A thousand ages toiled for thee And ...
I WOULD I could weave in The colour, the wonder, The song I conceive in My heart while I ponder, ...
WE are desert leagues apart; Time is misty ages now Since the warmth of heart to heart Chased the shadows ...
TARRY thou yet, late lingerer in the twilight's glory: Gay are the hills with song: earth's faery children leave More ...
WHO are exiles? As for me Where beneath the diamond dome Lies the light on hill or tree, There my ...
IT'S a lonely road through bogland to the lake at Carrowmore, And a sleeper there lies dreaming where the water ...
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