Rest (George William Russell Poems)
ON me to rest, my bird, my bird: The swaying branches of my heart Are blown by every wind toward ...
ON me to rest, my bird, my bird: The swaying branches of my heart Are blown by every wind toward ...
I DID not deem it half so sweet To feel thy gentle hand, As in a dream thy soul to ...
NOT unremembering we pass our exile from the starry ways: One timeless hour in time we caught from the long ...
WE air tired who follow after Phantasy and truth that flies: You with only look and laughter Stain our hearts ...
HER mist of primroses within her breast Twilight hath folded up, and o'er the west, Seeking remoter valleys long hath ...
PURE at heart we wander now: Comrade on the quest divine, Turn not from the stars your brow That your ...
SHADOWY-PETALLED, like the lotus, loom the mountains with their snows: Through the sapphire Soma rising such a flood of glory ...
LOVE and pity are pleading with me this hour. What is this voice that stays me forbidding to yield, Offering ...
STILL rests the heavy share on the dark soil: Upon the black mould thick the dew-damp lies: The horse waits ...
WITH eyes all untroubled she laughs as she passes, Bending beneath the creel with the seaweed brown, Till evening with ...
THE LIGHTS shone down the street In the long blue close of day: A boy's heart beat sweet, sweet, As ...
DO you not feel the white glow in your breast, my bird? That is the flame of love I send ...
WHEN the dawn comes forth I wonder Will our sad, sad hearts awaken, And the grief we laboured under From ...
WHEN our glowing dreams were dead, Ruined our heroic piles, Something in your dark eyes said: "Think no more of ...
I HEARD them in their sadness say, "The earth rebukes the thought of God; We are but embers wrapped in ...
ALL the morn a spirit gay Breathes within my heart a rhyme, 'Tis but hide and seek we play In ...
WHAT is the love of shadowy lips That know not what they seek or press, From whom the lure for ...
O HOLY SPIRIT of the Hazel, hearken now: Though shining suns and silver moons burn on the bough, And though ...
THE WINDS, the stars, and the skies though wrought By the heavenly King yet know it not; And man who ...
IN the wet dusk silver sweet, Down the violet scented ways, As I moved with quiet feet I was met ...
WHO are exiles? As for me Where beneath the diamond dome Lies the light on hill or tree, There my ...
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