Treasure Island

George William Russell

(10 April 1867 – 17 July 1935 / Lurgan, County Armagh, Ireland)

A Return


WE turned back mad from the mystic mountains,
All foamed with red and with elfin gold:
Up from the heart of the twilight’s fountains
The fires enchanted were starward rolled.

We turned back mad: we thought of the morrow,
The iron clang of the far-away town:
We could not weep in our bitter sorrow,
But joy as an Arctic sun went down.

Submitted: Monday, May 07, 2012

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