George William Russell

(10 April 1867 – 17 July 1935 / Lurgan, County Armagh, Ireland)

The Great Breath - Poem by George William Russell

ITS edges foam'd with amethyst and rose,
Withers once more the old blue flower of day:
There where the ether like a diamond glows,
   Its petals fade away.

A shadowy tumult stirs the dusky air;
Sparkle the delicate dews, the distant snows;
The great deep thrills--for through it everywhere
   The breath of Beauty blows.

I saw how all the trembling ages past,
Moulded to her by deep and deeper breath,
Near'd to the hour when Beauty breathes her last
   And knows herself in death.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003

Poem Edited: Friday, May 4, 2012


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