Poems by George William Russell
Tragedy
... And with their laughter pierced him through ...
Answer
... But from the snow-patched moorland chill and drear, ...
A Memory
... Through the cool, cool winds as they pass, ...
Pain
... Though theres anguish in his touch, ...
Truth
... Thats true twice in telling ...
The Morning Star
... Through the faint and tender airs of twilight star on star may gaze, ...
The City
... Than these blue flickering glades, where childhood in its glee ...
Aphrodite
... But yet the close enfolding night seemed on the phantom verge of things, ...
Heroic Love
... But your dark eyes willed it thus: ...
Love
... I would go forth as one who has reaped well what harvest the earth may unfold ...
The Pain of Earth
... Though her vales let fall no leaf, ...
The Heroes
... His brows were crowned with thorns of light: his eyes were bright as one who sees ...
By the Margin of the Great Deep
... When the trees and skies and fields are one in dusky mood, ...
The Dawn of Darkness
... But the coming race shall know not, and the fount of tears shall dry, ...
The Dream
... With the tears for deeds deep hid in sleep ...
