George William Russell
''Any relations in a social order will endure, if there is infused into them some of that spirit of human sympathy which qualifies life for immortality.''George William Russell [A.E.] (1867-1965), Irish writer. Open letter to the Masters of Dublin. Irish Times (Oct. 7, 1913). Often wrote under the name of A.E....
''In ancient shadows and twilightsGeorge William Russell [A.E.] (1867-1935), Irish poet, painter, journalist. Germinal, Vale and Other Poems (1931).
Where childhood had strayed,
The world's great sorrows were born
And its heroes were made.
In the lost boyhood of Judas
Christ was betrayed.''
''Let thy young wanderer dream on:George William Russell [A.E.](1867-1935), Irish poet, painter, economist. Germinal (l. 37-42). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
Call him not home.
A door opens, a breath a voice
From the ancient room,
Speaks to him now. Be it dark or bright
He is knit with his doom.''
''We must pass like smoke or live within the spirit's fire;George William Russell [A.E.] (1867-1935), Irish poet, painter, economist (pseud. Of George William Russell). Immortality (l. 1-4). . . Oxford Book of Modern Verse, The, 1892-1935. William Butler Yeats, ed. (1936) Oxford University Press.
For we can no more than smoke unto the flame return
If our thought has changed to dream, our will unto desire,
As smoke we vanish though the fire may burn.''
''I saw how all the trembling ages past,George William Russell [A.E.] (1867-1935), Irish poet, painter, economist (pseudonym of George William Russell). The Great Breath (l. 9-12). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
Molded to her by deep and deeper breath,
Neared to the hour when Beauty breathes her last
And knows herself in death.''
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I GO down from the hills half in gladness, and half with a pain I depart,
Where the Mother with gentlest breathing made music on lip and in heart;
For I know that my childhood is over: a call comes out of the vast,
And the love that I had in the old time, like beauty in twilight, is past.
I am fired by a Danaan whisper of battles afar in the world,
And my thought is no longer of peace, for the banners in dream are unfurled,
And I pass from the council of stars and of hil