Poems by George William Russell
The Golden Age
... Earth, whose dreams are we and they, ...
Remembrance
... And passionate pleading and prayers to the dead we had wronged ...
Mystery
... The night with cool, cool breath on my face: ...
An Irish Face
... Too slight have been her childhoods years to gain ...
Krishna
... And sun and moon and stars and flowers are jewels scattered forth by Him ...
The Master Singer
... They knew me from the dawn of time: if Hermes beats his rainbow wings, ...
On a Hill-top
... Well, let us rise and fly from sphere to sphere ...
A Womans Voice
... From darkness vanquished, battles done: ...
Creation
... That waved at the enchanters spell ...
Warning
... Turn not from the stars your brow ...
Illusion
... That know not what they seek or press, ...
The Earth
... The world that loomed through proud and golden dreams ...
Comfort
... DARK head by the fireside brooding, ...
The Parting of Ways
... No word could help, no light make clear ...
The Garden of God
... Through frost and pain were scattered ...
