Whom We Worship

Read 'Whom We Worship' by 'George William Russell' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.

Whom We Worship by George William Russell

 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.

Form: Lyric

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