Dust Poem by George William Russell

Dust

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I HEARD them in their sadness say,
“The earth rebukes the thought of God;
We are but embers wrapped in clay
A little nobler than the sod.”

But I have touched the lips of clay,
Mother, thy rudest sod to me
Is thrilled with fire of hidden day,
And haunted by all mystery.

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George William Russell

George William Russell

Lurgan, County Armagh, Ireland
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