George William Russell

[A. E.] (10 April 1867 – 17 July 1935 / Lurgan, County Armagh, Ireland)

George William Russell Poems

81. On A Hillside 5/7/2012
82. The Child Of Destiny 5/7/2012
83. Breaghy 5/7/2012
84. On Behalf Of Some Irishmen Not Followers Of Tradition 5/7/2012
85. In Connemara 5/7/2012
86. Twilight By The Cabin 5/7/2012
87. Kinship 5/7/2012
88. The Joy Of Earth 5/7/2012
89. The Parting Of Ways 5/7/2012
90. Destiny 5/7/2012
91. When 5/7/2012
92. Transformations 5/7/2012
93. The Everlasting Battle 5/7/2012
94. In Memoriam 5/7/2012
95. Momentary 5/7/2012
96. Reconciliation 5/7/2012
97. Epilogue 5/7/2012
98. Epigram 5/7/2012
99. Magic 5/7/2012
100. Natural Magic 5/7/2012
101. The Silence Of Love 5/7/2012
102. The Tide Of Sorrow 5/7/2012
103. Warning 5/7/2012
104. Prayer 5/7/2012
105. The Spirit Of The Gay 5/7/2012
106. The Iron Age 5/7/2012
107. The Divine Vision 5/7/2012
108. Divine Visitation 5/7/2012
109. The Free 5/7/2012
110. The Gift 5/7/2012
111. The Master Singer 5/7/2012
112. The Earth 5/7/2012
113. The Memory Of Earth 5/7/2012
114. The Golden Age 5/7/2012
115. Tragedy 5/7/2012
116. Waiting 5/7/2012
117. Dust 5/7/2012
118. The Unknown God 5/7/2012
119. The Hermit 5/7/2012
120. Oversoul 5/7/2012
Best Poem of George William Russell

A Woman's Voice

HIS head within my bosom lay,
But yet his spirit slipped not through:
I only felt the burning clay
That withered for the cooling dew.

It was but pity when I spoke
And called him to my heart for rest,
And half a mother’s love that woke
Feeling his head upon my breast:

And half the lion’s tenderness
To shield her cubs from hurt or death,
Which, when the serried hunters press,
Makes terrible her wounded breath.

But when the lips I breathed upon
Asked for such love as equals claim—
I looked where all the stars ...

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A Call Of The Sidhe

TARRY thou yet, late lingerer in the twilight’s glory:
Gay are the hills with song: earth’s faery children leave
More dim abodes to roam the primrose-hearted eve,
Opening their glimmering lips to breathe some wondrous story.
Hush, not a whisper! Let your heart alone go dreaming.
Dream unto dream may pass: deep in the heart alone
Murmurs the Mighty One his solemn undertone.
Canst thou not see adown the silver cloudland streaming
Rivers of faery light, dewdropp on dewdropp f

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