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In As Much

© George William Russell

WHEN for love it was fain of
The wild heart was chidden,
When the white limbs were clothed
And the beauty was hidden;

Dana

© George William Russell

I AM the tender voice calling Away,
Whispering between the beatings of the heart,
And inaccessible in dewy eyes
I dwell, and all unkissed on lovely lips,

Benediction

© George William Russell

NOW the rooftree of the midnight spreading,
Buds in citron, green, and blue:
From afar its mystic odours shedding,
Child, on you.

The Earth Breath

© George William Russell

FROM the cool and dark-lipped furrows
Breathes a dim delight
Through the woodlands purple plumage
To the diamond night.

WHO is that goddess to whom men should pray,
But her from whom their hearts have turned away,
Out of whose virgin being they were born,
Whose mother nature they have named with scorn
Calling its holy substance common clay.

The Dream of the Children

© George William Russell

THE CHILDREN awoke in their dreaming
While earth lay dewy and still:
They followed the rill in its gleaming
To the heart-light of the hill.

Inspiration

© George William Russell

LIGHTEST of dancers, with no thought
Thy glimmering feet beat on my heart,
Gayest of singers, with no care
Waking to beauty the still air,

Affinity

© George William Russell

YOU and I have found the secret way,
None can bar our love or say us nay:
All the world may stare and never know
You and I are twined together so.

In Memoriam

© George William Russell

POOR little child, my pretty boy,
Why did the hunter mark thee out?
Wert thou betrayed by thine own joy?
Singled through childhoods merry shout?

Our Thrones Decay

© George William Russell

I SAID my pleasure shall not move;
It is not fixed in things apart:
Seeking not lovebut yet to love
I put my trust in mine own heart.

Dust

© George William Russell

I HEARD them in their sadness say,
The earth rebukes the thought of God;
We are but embers wrapped in clay
A little nobler than the sod.

Natural Magic

© George William Russell

WE air tired who follow after
Phantasy and truth that flies:
You with only look and laughter
Stain our hearts with richest dyes.

Age and Youth

© George William Russell

WE have left our youth behind:
Earth is in its baby years:
Void of wisdom cries the wind,
And the sunlight knows no tears.

The Mid-World

© George William Russell

THIS is the red, red region
Your heart must journey through:
Your pains will here be legion
And joy be death for you.

Faith

HERE where the loves of others close
The vision of my heart begins.
The wisdom that within us grows
Is absolution for our sins.

The Weaver of Souls

WHO is this unseen messenger
For ever between me and her,
Who brings loves precious merchandise,
The golden breath, the dew of sighs,

Pity

THE TWINKLING mists of green and gold
Afloat in the abyss of air,
From out the window high and old
We watched together there.

Parting

AS from our dream we died away
Far off I felt the outer things;
Your wind-blown tresses round me play,
Your bosoms gentle murmurings.

A Vision of Beauty

WHERE we sat at dawn together, while the star-rich heavens shifted,
We were weaving dreams in silence, suddenly the veil was lifted.
By a hand of fire awakened, in a moment caught and led
Upward to the heaven of heavensthrough the star-mists overhead

The Silence of Love

I COULD praise you once with beautiful words ere you came
And entered my life with love in a wind of flame.
I could lure with a song from afar my bird to its nest,
But with pinions drooping together silence is best.