George William Russell
George William Russell Poems
|161.||A New Being||5/7/2012|
|163.||A Call Of The Sidhe||5/4/2012|
|166.||A New World||5/7/2012|
|167.||An Irish Face||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 ...
YOU and I have found the secret way,
None can bar our love or say us nay:
All the world may stare and never know
You and I are twined together so.
You and I for all his vaunted width
Know the giant Space is but a myth;
Over miles and miles of pure deceit
You and I have found our lips can meet.