George William Russell Poems

DREAM faces bloom around your face
Like flowers upon one stem;
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WHERE the Greyhound River windeth through a loneliness so deep,
Scarce a wild fowl shakes the quiet that the purple boglands
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THOUGH now thou hast failed and art fallen, despair not because of defeat,
Though lost for a while be thy heaven and weary of earth be
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NOT the soul that’s whitest
Wakens love the sweetest:
When the heart is lightest
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WHO is that goddess to whom men should pray,
But her from whom their hearts have turned away,
Out of whose virgin being they were born,
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