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by George William Russell |

Unity

 ONE thing in all things have I seen:
One thought has haunted earth and air:
Clangour and silence both have been
Its palace chambers. Everywhere


I saw the mystic vision flow
And live in men and woods and streams,
Until I could no longer know
The dream of life from my own dreams.


Sometimes it rose like fire in me
Within the depths of my own mind,
And spreading to infinity,
It took the voices of the wind:


It scrawled the human mystery—
Dim heraldry—on light and air;
Wavering along the starry sea
I saw the flying vision there.


Each fire that in God’s temple lit
Burns fierce before the inner shrine,
Dimmed as my fire grew near to it
And darkened at the light of mine.


At last, at last, the meaning caught—
The spirit wears its diadem;
It shakes its wondrous plumes of thought
And trails the stars along with them.


by George William Russell |

Light and Dark

 NOT the soul that’s whitest
 Wakens love the sweetest:
When the heart is lightest
 Oft the charm is fleetest.


While the snow-frail maiden,
 Waits the time of learning,
To the passion laden
 Turn with eager yearning.


While the heart is burning
 Heaven with earth is banded:
To the stars returning
 Go not empty-handed.


Ah, the snow-frail maiden!
 Somehow truth has missed her,
Left the heart unladen
 For its burdened sister.


by George William Russell |

The Well of All-Healing

 THERE’S a cure for sorrow in the well at Ballylee
 Where the scarlet cressets hang over the trembling pool:
And joyful winds are blowing from the Land of Youth to me,
 And the heart of the earth is full.


Many and many a sunbright maiden saw the enchanted land
 With star faces glimmer up from the druid wave:
Many and many a pain of love was soothed by a faery hand
 Or lost in the love it gave.


When the quiet with a ring of pearl shall wed the earth,
 And the scarlet berries burn dark by the stars in the pool;
Oh, it’s lost and deep I’ll be amid the Danaan mirth,
 While the heart of the earth is full.


by George William Russell |

Unconscious

 THE WINDS, the stars, and the skies though wrought
By the heavenly King yet know it not;
And man who moves in the twilight dim
Feels not the love that encircles him,
Though in heart, on bosom, and eyelids press
Lips of an infinite tenderness,
He turns away through the dark to roam
Nor heeds the fire in his hearth and home.


by George William Russell |

The Garden of God

 WITHIN the iron cities
One walked unknown for years,
In his heart the pity of pities
That grew for human tears.


When love and grief were ended
The flower of pity grew:
By unseen hands ’t was tended
And fed with holy dew.


Though in his heart were barred in
The blooms of beauty blown,
Yet he who grew the garden
Could call no flower his own.


For by the hands that watered,
The blooms that opened fair
Through frost and pain were scattered
To sweeten the dead air.


by George William Russell |

Whom We Worship

 I WOULD not have the love of lips and eyes,
 The ancient ways of love:
But in my heart I built a Paradise,
 A nest there for the dove.


I felt the wings of light that fluttered through
 The gate I held apart:
And all without was shadow, but I knew
 The bird within my heart.


Then, while the innermost with music beat,
 The voice I loved so long
Seemed only the dream echo faint and sweet
 Of a far sweeter song.


I could not even bear the thought I felt
 Of Thee and Me therein;
And with white heat I strove the veil to melt
 That love to love might win.


But ah, my dreams within their fountain fell;
 Not to be lost in thee,
But with the high ancestral love to dwell
 In its lone ecstasy.


by George William Russell |

Unknown God

 FAR up the dim twilight fluttered
 Moth-wings of vapour and flame:
The lights danced over the mountains,
 Star after star they came.


The lights grew thicker unheeded,
 For silent and still were we;
Our hearts were drunk with a beauty
 Our eyes could never see.


by George William Russell |

Rest

 ON me to rest, my bird, my bird:
 The swaying branches of my heart
Are blown by every wind toward
 The home whereto their wings depart.


Build not your nest, my bird, on me;
 I know no peace but ever sway:
O lovely bird, be free, be free,
 On the wild music of the day.


But sometimes when your wings would rest,
 And winds are laid on quiet eves:
Come, I will bear you breast to breast,
 And lap you close with loving leaves.


by George William Russell |

The Message

 DO you not feel the white glow in your breast, my bird?
 That is the flame of love I send to you from afar:
Not a wafted kiss, hardly a whispered word,
 But love itself that flies as a white-winged star.


Let it dwell there, let it rest there, at home in your heart:
 Wafted on winds of gold, it is Love itself, the Dove.
Not the god whose arrows wounded with bitter smart,
 Nor the purple-fiery birds of death and love.


Do not ask for the hands of love or love’s soft eyes:
 They give less than love who give all, giving what wanes.
I give you the star-fire, the heart-way to Paradise,
 With no death after, no arrow with stinging pains.


by George William Russell |

A Leader

 THOUGH your eyes with tears were blind,
Pain upon the path you trod:
Well we knew, the hosts behind,
Voice and shining of a god.


For your darkness was our day:
Signal fires, your pains untold
Lit us on our wandering way
To the mystic heart of gold.


Naught we knew of the high land,
Beauty burning in its spheres;
Sorrow we could understand
And the mystery told in tears.