George William Russell

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

George William Russell Poems

161. Mistrust 5/7/2012
162. A New Being 5/7/2012
163. A Leader 5/7/2012
164. A Call Of The Sidhe 5/4/2012
165. Star Teachers 5/7/2012
166. Awakening 5/7/2012
167. A New World 5/7/2012
168. An Irish Face 5/7/2012
169. Alter Ego 5/7/2012
170. A Memory 5/7/2012
171. Freedom 5/7/2012
172. A Woman's Voice 5/7/2012
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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

DUSK its ash-grey blossoms sheds on violet skies,
Over twilight mountains where the heart songs rise,
Rise and fall and fade away from earth to air.
Earth renews the music sweeter. Oh, come there.
Come, acushla, come, as in ancient times
Rings aloud the underland with faery chimes.
Down the unseen ways as strays each tinkling fleece
Winding ever onward to a fold of peace,
So my dreams go straying in a land more fair;

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