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Prologue Post by :directemailer Category :Poems Author :George William Russell Date :October 2011 Read :1680

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Prologue

FOR BRIAN WHEN HE IS GROWN UP THIS HANDFUL
OF THE NUTS OF KNOWLEDGE I HAVE GATHERED
ON THE SECRET STREAMS.


I thought, beloved, to have brought to you
A gift of quietness and ease and peace,
Cooling your brow as with the mystic dew
Dropping from twilight trees.

Homeward I go not yet; the darkness grows;
Not mine the voice to still with peace divine:
From the first fount the stream of quiet flows
Through other hearts than mine.

Yet of my night I give to you the stars,
And of my sorrow here the sweetest gains,
And out of hell, beyond its iron bars,
My scorn of all its pains.



(The end)
George William Russell's poem: Prologue

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