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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of By Still Waters, by George William  Russell
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+Title: By Still Waters
+       Lyrical Poems Old and New
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+Author: George William  Russell
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+Release Date: August 29, 2005 [EBook #16615]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BY STILL WATERS ***
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+                       BY STILL WATERS, LYRICAL
+                       POEMS OLD AND NEW BY A.E.
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+                          THE DUN EMER PRESS
+                                DUNDRUM
+                                 MCMVI
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+TABLE OF CONTENTS
+
+
+    Prelude
+    A Summer Night
+    Creation
+    Dusk
+    Night
+    Dawn
+    Day
+    Dana
+    Remembrance
+    The Hour of the King
+    The Winds of Angus
+    Reflections
+    The Dawn of Darkness
+    Natural Magic
+    In the Womb
+    Forgiveness
+    A Woman's Voice
+    Parting
+    A Prayer
+    The Heroes
+    Recall
+    Blindness
+    Brotherhood
+    A New Being
+    The Man to the Angel
+    Endurance
+    The Vesture of the Soul
+    The Twilight of Earth
+    The Dream
+    The Parting of Ways
+    Song
+    The Virgin Mother
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+The Manager of the Dun Emer Press has to thank Mr. John Lane for
+permission to reprint ten poems from Homeward Songs by the Way and
+nine poems from The Earth Breath, also Messrs. Macmillan & Co. for
+permission to reprint seven poems from The Divine Vision.
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+    Oh, be not led away,
+      Lured by the colour of the sun-rich day.
+    The gay romance of song
+      Unto the spirit life doth not belong:
+    Though far-between the hours
+      In which the Master of Angelic powers
+    Lightens the dusk within
+      The holy of holies, be it thine to win
+    Rare vistas of white light,
+      Half parted lips through which the Infinite
+    Murmurs her ancient story,
+      Harkening to whom the wandering planets hoary
+    Waken primeval fires,
+      With deeper rapture in celestial choirs
+    Breathe, and with fleeter motion
+      Wheel in their orbits through the surgeless ocean.
+    So hearken thou like these,
+      Intent on her, mounting by slow degrees,
+    Until thy song's elation
+      Echoes her multitudinous meditation.
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+
+A SUMMER NIGHT
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+
+    Her mist of primroses within her breast
+    Twilight hath folded up, and o'er the west,
+    Seeking remoter valleys long hath gone,
+    Not yet hath come her sister of the dawn.
+    Silence and coolness now the earth enfold:
+    Jewels of glittering green, long mists of gold,
+    Hazes of nebulous silver veil the height,
+    And shake in tremors through the shadowy night.
+    Heard through the stillness, as in whispered words,
+    The wandering God-guided wings of birds
+    Ruffle the dark. The little lives that lie
+    Deep hid in grass join in a long-drawn sigh
+    More softly still; and unheard through the blue
+    The falling of innumerable dew,
+    Lifts with grey fingers all the leaves that lay
+    Burned in the heat of the consuming day.
+    The lawns and lakes lie in this night of love,
+    Admitted to the majesty above.
+    Earth with the starry company hath part;
+    The waters hold all heaven within their heart,
+    And glimmer o'er with wave-lips everywhere
+    Lifted to meet the angel lips of air.
+    The many homes of men shine near and far;
+    Peace-laden as the tender evening star,
+    The late home-coming folk anticipate
+    Their rest beyond the passing of the gate,
+    And tread with sleep-filled hearts on drowsy feet.
+    Oh, far away and wonderful and sweet
+    All this, all this. But far too many things
+    Obscuring, as a cloud of seraph wings
+    Blinding the seeker for the Lord behind,
+    I fall away in weariness of mind,
+    And think how far apart are I and you,
+    Beloved, from those spirit children who
+    Felt but one single Being long ago,
+    Whispering in gentleness and leaning low
+    Out of its majesty, as child to child.
+    I think upon it all with heart grown wild.
+    Hearing no voice, howe'er my spirit broods.
+    No whisper from the dense infinitudes,
+    This world of myriad things whose distance awes.
+    Ah me; how innocent our childhood was!
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+
+CREATION
+
+
+    As one by one the veils took flight,
+    The day withdrew, the stars came up:
+    The spirit issued dark and bright,
+    Filling thy beauty like a cup.
+
+    Sacred thy laughter on the air,
+    Holy thy lightest word that fell,
+    Proud the innumerable hair
+    That waved at the enchanter's spell.
+
+    Oh Master of the Beautiful,
+    Creating us from hour to hour,
+    Give me this vision to the full
+    To see in lightest things thy power!
+
+    This vision give, no heaven afar,
+    No throne, and yet I will rejoice,
+    Knowing beneath my feet a star,
+    Thy word in every wandering voice.
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+
+
+DUSK
+
+
+    Dusk wraps the village in its dim caress;
+    Each chimney's vapour, like a thin grey rod,
+    Mounting aloft through miles of quietness,
+        Pillars the skies of God.
+
+    Far up they break or seem to break their line,
+    Mingling their nebulous crests that bow and nod
+    Under the light of those fierce stars that shine
+        Out of the calm of God.
+
+    Only in clouds and dreams I felt those souls
+    In the abyss, each fire hid in its clod,
+    From which in clouds and dreams the spirit rolls
+        Into the vast of God.
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+
+NIGHT
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+    Heart-hidden from the outer things I rose;
+    The spirit woke anew in nightly birth
+    Unto the vastness where forever glows
+        The star-soul of the earth.
+
+    There all alone in primal ecstasy,
+    Within her depths where revels never tire,
+    The Olden Beauty shines: each thought of me
+        Is veined through with its fire.
+
+    And all my thoughts are throngs of living souls;
+    They breathe in me, heart unto heart allied;
+    Their joy undimmed, though when the morning tolls
+        The planets may divide.
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+
+DAWN
+
+
+    Still as the holy of holies breathes the vast
+    Within its crystal depths the stars grow dim;
+    Fire on the altar of the hills at last
+        Burns on the shadowy rim.
+
+    Moments that holds all moments; white upon
+    The verge it trembles; then like mists of flowers
+    Break from the fairy fountain of the dawn
+        The hues of many hours.
+
+    Thrown downward from that high companionship
+    Of dreaming inmost heart with inmost heart,
+    Into the common daily ways I slip,
+        My fire from theirs apart.
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+DAY
+
+
+    In day from some titanic past it seems
+    As if a thread divine of memory runs;
+    Born ere the Mighty One began his dreams,
+        Or yet were stars and suns.
+
+    But here an iron will has fixed the bars;
+    Forgetfulness falls on earth's myriad races:
+    No image of the proud and morning stars
+        Looks at us from their faces.
+
+    Yet yearning still to reach to those dim heights,
+    Each dream remembered is a burning-glass,
+    Where through to darkness from the Light of Lights
+        Its rays in splendour pass.
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+
+DANA
+
+
+    I am the tender voice calling 'Away,'
+    Whispering between the beatings of the heart,
+    And inaccessible in dewy eyes
+    I dwell, and all unkissed on lovely lips,
+    Lingering between white breasts inviolate,
+    And fleeting ever from the passionate touch,
+    I shine afar, till men may not divine
+    Whether it is the stars or the beloved
+    They follow with wrapt spirit. And I weave
+    My spells at evening, folding with dim caress,
+    Aerial arms and twilight dropping hair,
+    The lonely wanderer by wood or shore,
+    Till, filled with some deep tenderness, he yields,
+    Feeling in dreams for the dear mother heart
+    He knew, ere he forsook the starry way,
+    And clings there, pillowed far above the smoke
+    And the dim murmur from the duns of men.
+    I can enchant the trees and rocks, and fill
+    The dumb brown lips of earth with mystery,
+    Make them reveal or hide the god. I breathe
+    A deeper pity than all love, myself
+    Mother of all, but without hands to heal:
+    Too vast and vague, they know me not. But yet
+    I am the heartbreak over fallen things,
+    The sudden gentleness that stays the blow,
+    And I am in the kiss that foemen give
+    Pausing in battle, and in the tears that fall
+    Over the vanquished foe, and in the highest;
+    Among the Danaan gods, I am the last
+    Council of mercy in their hearts where they
+    Mete justice from a thousand starry thrones.
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+REMEMBRANCE
+
+
+    There were many burning hours on the heart-sweet tide,
+    And we passed away from ourselves, forgetting all
+    The immortal moods that faded, the god who died,
+    Hastening away to the King on a distant call.
+
+    There were ruby dews were shed when the heart was riven,
+    And passionate pleading and prayers to the dead we had wronged;
+    And we passed away unremembering and unforgiven,
+    Hastening away to the King for the peace we longed.
+
+    Love unremembered and heart-ache we left behind,
+    We forsook them, unheeding, hastening away in our flight;
+    We knew the hearts we had wronged of old we would find
+    When we came to the fold of the King for rest in the night.
+
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+
+THE HOUR OF THE KING
+
+
+    Who would think this quiet breather
+    From the world had taken flight?
+    Yet within the form we see there
+    Wakes the golden King to-night.
+
+    Out upon the face of faces
+    He looked forth before his sleep:
+    Now he knows the starry races
+    Haunters of the ancient deep;
+
+    On the Bird of Diamond Glory
+    Floats in mystic floods of song:
+    As he lists Time's triple story
+    Seems but as a day is long.
+
+    From the mightier Adam falling
+    To his image dwarfed in clay,
+    He will at our voices calling
+    Come to this side of the day.
+
+    When he wakes, the dreamy-hearted,
+    He will know not whence he came,
+    And the light from which he parted
+    Be the seraph's sword of flame,
+
+    And behind it hosts supernal
+    Guarding the lost paradise,
+    And the tree of life eternal
+    From the weeping human eyes.
+
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+
+
+THE WINDS OF ANGUS
+
+
+    The grey road whereupon we trod became as holy ground:
+    The eve was all one voice that breathed its message with no sound:
+    And burning multitudes pour through my heart, too bright, too blind,
+    Too swift and hurried in their flight to leave their tale behind.
+    Twin gates unto that living world, dark honey-coloured eyes
+    The lifting of whose lashes flushed the face with paradise--
+    Beloved, there I saw within their ardent rays unfold
+    The likeness of enraptured birds that flew from deeps of gold
+    To deeps of gold within my breast to rest or there to be
+    Transfigured in the light, or find a death to life in me.
+    So love, a burning multitude, a seraph wind which blows
+    From out the deep of being to the deep of being goes:
+    And sun and moon and starry fires and earth and air and sea
+    Are creatures from the deep let loose who pause in ecstasy,
+    Or wing their wild and heavenly way until again they find
+    The ancient deep and fade therein, enraptured, bright and blind.
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+
+
+REFLECTIONS
+
+
+    How shallow is this mere that gleams!
+    Its depth of blue is from the skies;
+    And from a distant sun the dreams
+    And lovely light within your eyes.
+
+    We deem our love so infinite
+    Because the Lord is everywhere,
+    And love awakening is made bright
+    And bathed in that diviner air.
+
+    We go on our enchanted way
+    And deem our hours immortal hours,
+    Who are but shadow kings that play
+    With mirrored majesties and powers.
+
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+
+
+THE DAWN OF DARKNESS
+
+
+    Come earth's little children pit-pat from their burrows on the hill;
+    Hangs within the gloom its weary head the shining daffodil.
+    In the valley underneath us through the fragrance flit along
+    Over fields and over hedgerows little quivering drops of song.
+    All adown the pale blue mantle of the mountains far away
+    Stream the tresses of the twilight flying in the wake of day.
+    Night comes; soon alone shall fancy follow sadly in her flight
+    Where the fiery dust of evening, shaken from the feet of light,
+    Thrusts its monstrous barriers between the pure, the good, the true,
+    That our weeping eyes may strain for, but shall never after view.
+    Only yester eve I watched with heart at rest the nebulae
+    Looming far within the shadowy shining of the Milky Way;
+    Finding in the stillness joy and hope for all the sons of men;
+    Now what silent anguish fills a night more beautiful than then.
+    For earth's age of pain has come, and all her sister planets weep,
+    Thinking of her fires of morning passing into dreamless sleep.
+    In this cycle of great sorrow for the moments that we last
+    We too shall be linked by weeping to the greatness of her past:
+    But the coming race shall know not, and the fount of tears shall dry,
+    And the arid heart of man be arid as the desert sky.
+    So within my mind the darkness dawned and round me everywhere
+    Hope departed with the twilight, leaving only dumb despair.
+
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+
+
+NATURAL MAGIC
+
+
+    We are tired who follow after
+    Phantasy and truth that flies:
+    You with only look and laughter
+    Stain our hearts with richest dyes.
+
+    When you break upon our study
+    Vanish all our frosty cares;
+    As the diamond deep grows ruddy,
+    Filled with morning unawares.
+
+    With the stuff that dreams are made of
+    But an empty house we build:
+    Glooms we are ourselves afraid of,
+    By the ancient starlight chilled.
+
+    All unwise in thought or duty--
+    Still our wisdom envies you:
+    We who lack the living beauty
+    Half our secret knowledge rue.
+
+    Thought nor fear in you nor dreaming
+    Veil the light with mist about;
+    Joy, as through a crystal gleaming,
+    Flashes from the gay heart out.
+
+    Pain and penitence forsaking,
+    Hearts like cloisters dim and grey,
+    By your laughter lured, awaking
+    Join with you the dance of day.
+
+
+
+
+IN THE WOMB
+
+
+    Still rests the heavy share on the dark soil:
+    Upon the black mould thick the dew-damp lies:
+    The horse waits patient: from his lowly toil
+    The ploughboy to the morning lifts his eyes.
+
+    The unbudding hedgerows dark against day's fires
+    Glitter with gold-lit crystals: on the rim
+    Over the unregarding city's spires
+    The lonely beauty shines alone for him.
+
+    And day by day the dawn or dark enfolds
+    And feeds with beauty eyes that cannot see
+    How in her womb the mighty mother moulds
+    The infant spirit for eternity.
+
+
+
+
+FORGIVENESS
+
+
+    At dusk the window panes grew grey;
+    The wet world vanished in the gloom;
+    The dim and silver end of day
+    Scarce glimmered through the little room.
+
+    And all my sins were told; I said
+    Such things to her who knew not sin--
+    The sharp ache throbbing in my head,
+    The fever running high within.
+
+    I touched with pain her purity;
+    Sin's darker sense I could not bring:
+    My soul was black as night to me:
+    To her I was a wounded thing.
+
+    I needed love no words could say;
+    She drew me softly nigh her chair,
+    My head upon her knees to lay,
+    With cool hands that caressed my hair.
+
+    She sat with hands as if to bless,
+    And looked with grave, ethereal eyes;
+    Ensouled by ancient quietness,
+    A gentle priestess of the Wise.
+
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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 were gone
+    Burned in the day's immortal flame.
+
+    'Come thou like yon great dawn to me
+    From darkness vanquished, battles done:
+    Flame unto flame shall flow and be
+    Within thy heart and mine as one.'
+
+
+
+
+PARTING
+
+
+    As from our dream we died away
+    Far off I felt the outer things;
+    Your wind-blown tresses round me play,
+    Your bosom's gentle murmurings.
+
+    And far away our faces met
+    As on the verge of the vast spheres;
+    And in the night our cheeks were wet,
+    I could not say with dew or tears.
+
+    As one within the Mother's heart
+    In that hushed dream upon the height
+    We lived, and then we rose to part,
+    Because her ways are infinite.
+
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+
+
+A PRAYER
+
+
+    O, holy Spirit of the Hazel, hearken now,
+    Though shining suns and silver moons burn on the bough,
+    And though the fruit of stars by many myriads gleam,
+    Yet in the undergrowth below, still in thy dream,
+    Lighting the labyrinthine maze and monstrous gloom
+    Are many gem-winged flowers with gay and delicate bloom;
+    And in the shade, hearken, O Dreamer of the Tree,
+    One wild rose blossom of thy spirit breathed on me
+    With lovely and still light, a little sister flower
+    To those that whitely on the tall moon branches tower,
+    Lord of the Hazel now, oh hearken while I pray,
+    This wild rose blossom of thy spirit fades away.
+
+
+
+
+THE HEROES
+
+
+    By many a dream of God and man my thoughts in shining flocks were led:
+    But as I went through Patrick Street the hopes and prophecies were dead.
+    The hopes and prophecies were dead: they could not blossom where the feet
+    Walked amid rottenness, or where the brawling shouters stamped the street.
+    Where was the beauty that the Lord gave man when first he towered in pride?
+    But one came by me at whose word the bitter condemnation died.
+    His brows were crowned with thorns of light: his eyes were bright as one
+                                                                    who sees
+    The starry palaces shine o'er the sparkle of the heavenly seas.
+    'Is it not beautiful?' he cried. Our Faery Land of Hearts' Desire
+    Is mingled through the mire and mist, yet stainless keeps its lovely fire.
+    The pearly phantoms with blown hair are dancing where the drunkards reel:
+    The cloud frail daffodils shine out where filth is splashing from the heel.
+    O sweet, and sweet, and sweet to hear, the melodies in rivers run:
+    The rapture of their crowded notes is yet the myriad voice of One.
+    Those who are lost and fallen here, to-night in sleep shall pass the gate,
+    And wear the purples of the King, and know them masters of their fate.
+    Each wrinkled hag shall reassume the plumes and hues of paradise:
+    Each brawler be enthroned in calm among the Children of the Wise.
+    Yet in the council with the gods no one will falter to pursue
+    His lofty purpose, but come forth the cyclic labours to renew;
+    And take the burden of the world and dim his beauty in a shroud,
+    And wrestle with the chaos till the anarch to the light be bowed.
+    We cannot for forgetfulness forego the reverence due to them
+    Who wear at times they do not guess the sceptre and the diadem.
+    As bright a crown as this was theirs when first they from the Father sped;
+    Yet look with deeper eyes and still the ancient beauty is not dead.
+    He mingled with the multitude. I saw their brows were crowned and bright,
+    A light around the shadowy heads, a shadow round the head of light.
+
+
+
+
+RECALL
+
+
+    What call may draw thee back again,
+    Lost dove, what art, what charm may please?
+    The tender touch, the kiss, are vain,
+    For thou wert lured away by these.
+
+    Oh, must we use the iron hand,
+    And mask with hate the holy breath,
+    With alien voice give love's command,
+    As they through love the call of death?
+
+
+
+
+BLINDNESS
+
+
+    Our true hearts are forever lonely:
+    A wistfulness is in our thought:
+    Our lights are like the dawns which only
+    Seem bright to us and yet are not.
+
+    Something you see in me I wis not:
+    Another heart in you I guess:
+    A stranger's lips--but thine I kiss not,
+    Erring in all my tenderness.
+
+    I sometimes think a mighty lover
+    Takes every burning kiss we give:
+    His lights are those which round us hover:
+    For him alone our lives we live.
+
+    Ah, sigh for us whose hearts unseeing
+    Point all their passionate love in vain,
+    And blinded in the joy of being,
+    Meet only when pain touches pain.
+
+
+
+
+BROTHERHOOD
+
+
+    Twilight, a blossom grey in shadowy valleys dwells:
+    Under the radiant dark the deep blue-tinted bells
+    In quietness reimage heaven within their blooms,
+    Sapphire and gold and mystery. What strange perfumes,
+    Out of what deeps arising, all the flower-bells fling,
+    Unknowing the enchanted odorous song they sing!
+    Oh, never was an eve so living yet: the wood
+    Stirs not but breathes enraptured quietide.
+    Here in these shades the Ancient knows itself, the Soul,
+    And out of slumber waking starts unto the goal.
+    What bright companions nod and go along with it!
+    Out of the teeming dark what dusky creatures flit,
+    That through the long leagues of the island night above
+    Come by me, wandering, whispering, beseeching love;
+    As in the twilight children gather close and press
+    Nigh and more nigh with shadowy tenderness,
+    Feeling they know not what, with noiseless footsteps glide
+    Seeking familiar lips or hearts to dream beside.
+    O voices, I would go with you, with you, away,
+    Facing once more the radiant gateways of the day;
+    With you, with you, what memories arise, and nigh
+    Trampling the crowded figures of the dawn go by,
+    Dread deities, the giant powers that warred on men
+    Grow tender brothers and gay children once again;
+    Fades every hate away before the Mother's breast
+    Where all the exiles of the heart return to rest.
+
+
+
+
+A NEW BEING
+
+
+    I know myself no more, my child,
+    Since thou art come to me,
+    Pity so tender and so wild
+    Hath wrapped my thoughts of thee.
+
+    These thoughts, a fiery gentle rain,
+    Are from the Mother shed,
+    Where many a broken heart hath lain
+    And many a weeping head.
+
+
+
+
+THE MAN TO THE ANGEL
+
+
+    I have wept a million tears:
+    Pure and proud one, where are thine,
+    What the gain though all thy years
+    In unbroken beauty shine?
+
+    All your beauty cannot win
+    Truth we learn in pain and sighs:
+    You can never enter in
+    To the circle of the wise.
+
+    They are but the slaves of light
+    Who have never known the gloom,
+    And between the dark and bright
+    Willed in freedom their own doom.
+
+    Think not in your pureness there,
+    That our pain but follows sin:
+    There are fires for those who dare
+    Seek the throne of might to win.
+
+    Pure one, from your pride refrain:
+    Dark and lost amid the strife
+    I am myriad years of pain
+    Nearer to the fount of life.
+
+    When defiance fierce is thrown
+    At the God to whom you bow,
+    Rest the lips of the Unknown
+    Tenderest upon my brow.
+
+
+
+
+ENDURANCE
+
+
+    He bent above: so still her breath
+    What air she breathed he could not say,
+    Whether in worlds of life or death:
+    So softly ebbed away, away
+    The life that had been light to him,
+    So fled her beauty leaving dim
+    The emptying chambers of his heart
+    Thrilled only by the pang and smart,
+    The dull and throbbing agony
+    That suffers still, yet knows not why.
+    Love's immortality so blind
+    Dreams that all things with it conjoined
+    Must share with it immortal day:
+    But not of this--but not of this--
+    The touch, the eyes, the laugh, the kiss,
+    Fall from it and it goes its way.
+    So blind he wept above her clay,
+    'I did not think that you could die.
+    Only some veil would cover you
+    Our loving eyes could still pierce through;
+    And see through dusky shadows still
+    Move as of old your wild sweet will,
+    Impatient every heart to win
+    And flash its heavenly radiance in.'
+    Though all the worlds were sunk in rest
+    The ruddy star within his breast
+    Would croon its tale of ancient pain,
+    Its sorrow that would never wane,
+    Its memory of the days of yore
+    Moulded in beauty evermore.
+    Ah, immortality so blind,
+    To dream all things with it conjoined
+    Must follow it from star to star
+    And share with it immortal years.
+    The memory, yearning, grief, and tears,
+    Fall from it and it goes afar.
+    He walked at night along the sands,
+    And saw the stars dance overhead,
+    He had no memory of the dead,
+    But lifted up exultant hands
+    To hail the future like a boy,
+    The myriad paths his feet might press.
+    Unhaunted by old tenderness
+    He felt an inner secret joy!
+    A spirit of unfettered will
+    Through light and darkness moving still
+    Within the All to find its own,
+    To be immortal and alone.
+
+
+
+
+THE VESTURE OF THE SOUL
+
+
+    I pitied one whose tattered dress
+    Was patched, and stained with dust and rain;
+    He smiled on me; I could not guess
+    The viewless spirit's wide domain.
+
+    He said, 'The royal robe I wear
+    Trails all along the fields of light:
+    Its silent blue and silver bear
+    For gems the starry dust of night.'
+
+    'The breath of joy unceasingly
+    Waves to and fro its folds starlit,
+    And far beyond earth's misery
+    I live and breathe the joy of it.'
+
+
+
+
+THE TWILIGHT OF EARTH
+
+
+    The wonder of the world is o'er:
+    The magic from the sea is gone:
+    There is no unimagined shore,
+    No islet yet to venture on.
+    The Sacred Hazels' blooms are shed,
+    The Nuts of Knowledge harvested.
+
+    Oh, what is worth this lore of age
+    If time shall never bring us back
+    Our battle with the gods to wage
+    Reeling along the starry track.
+    The battle rapture here goes by
+    In warring upon things that die.
+
+    Let be the tale of him whose love
+    Was sighed between white Deirdre's breasts,
+    It will not lift the heart above
+    The sodden clay on which it rests.
+    Love once had power the gods to bring
+    All rapt on its wild wandering.
+
+    We shiver in the falling dew,
+    And seek a shelter from the storm:
+    When man these elder brothers knew
+    He found the mother nature warm,
+    A hearth fire blazing through it all,
+    A home without a circling wall.
+
+    We dwindle down beneath the skies,
+    And from ourselves we pass away:
+    The paradise of memories
+    Grows ever fainter day by day.
+    The shepherd stars have shrunk within,
+    The world's great night will soon begin.
+
+    Will no one, ere it is too late,
+    Ere fades the last memorial gleam,
+    Recall for us our earlier state?
+    For nothing but so vast a dream
+    That it would scale the steeps of air
+    Could rouse us from so vast despair.
+
+    The power is ours to make or mar
+    Our fate as on the earliest morn,
+    The Darkness and the Radiance are
+    Creatures within the spirit born.
+    Yet, bathed in gloom too long, we might
+    Forget how we imagined light.
+
+    Not yet are fixed the prison bars:
+    The hidden light the spirit owns
+    If blown to flame would dim the stars
+    And they who rule them from their thrones:
+    And the proud sceptred spirits thence
+    Would bow to pay us reverence.
+
+    Oh, while the glory sinks within
+    Let us not wait on earth behind,
+    But follow where it flies, and win
+    The glow again, and we may find
+    Beyond the Gateways of the Day
+    Dominion and ancestral sway.
+
+
+
+
+THE DREAM
+
+
+    I did not deem it half so sweet
+    To feel thy gentle hand,
+    As in a dream thy soul to greet
+    Across wide leagues of land,
+
+    Untouched more near to draw to you
+    Where, amid radiant skies,
+    Glimmered thy plumes of iris hue,
+    My Bird of Paradise.
+
+    Let me dream only with my heart,
+    Love first, and after see:
+    Know thy diviner counterpart
+    Before I kneel to thee.
+
+    So in thy motions all expressed
+    Thy angel I may view:
+    I shall not on thy beauty rest,
+    But Beauty's ray in you.
+
+
+
+
+THE PARTING OF WAYS
+
+
+    The skies from black to pearly grey
+    Had veered without a star or sun;
+    Only a burning opal ray
+    Fell on your brow when all was done.
+
+    Aye, after victory, the crown;
+    Yet through the fight no word of cheer;
+    And what would win and what go down
+    No word could help, no light make clear.
+
+    A thousand ages onward led
+    Their joys and sorrows to that hour;
+    No wisdom weighed, no word was said,
+    For only what we were had power.
+
+    There was no tender leaning there
+    Of brow to brow in loving mood;
+    For we were rapt apart, and were
+    In elemental solitude.
+
+    We knew not in redeeming day
+    Whether our spirits would be found
+    Floating along the starry way,
+    Or in the earthly vapours drowned.
+
+    Brought by the sunrise-coloured flame
+    To earth, uncertain yet, the while
+    I looked at you, there slowly came,
+    Noble and sisterly, your smile.
+
+    We bade adieu to love the old;
+    We heard another lover then,
+    Whose forms are myriad and untold,
+    Sigh to us from the hearts of men.
+
+
+
+
+SONG
+
+
+    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;
+    Half I tread the dew-wet grasses, half wander there.
+    Fade your glimmering eyes in a world grown cold;
+    Come, acushla, with me to the mountains old.
+    There the bright ones call us waving to and fro--
+    Come, my children, with me to the ancient go.
+
+
+
+
+THE VIRGIN MOTHER
+
+
+    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,
+    Whose mother nature they have named in scorn
+    Calling its holy substance common clay.
+
+    Yet from this so despised earth was made
+    The milky whiteness of those queens who swayed
+    Their generations with a light caress,
+    And from some image of whose loveliness
+    The heart built up high heaven when it prayed.
+
+    Lover, your heart, the heart on which it lies,
+    Your eyes that gaze, and those alluring eyes,
+    Your lips, the lips they kiss, alike had birth
+    Within this dark divinity of earth,
+    Within this mother being you despise.
+
+    Ah, when I think this earth on which we tread
+    Hath borne these blossoms of the lovely dead,
+    And made the living heart I love to beat,
+    I look with sudden awe beneath my feet
+    As you with erring reverence overhead.
+
+
+
+
+     Here ends By Still Waters, Lyrical Poems Old & New by A.E.,
+     printed upon paper made in Ireland, and published by
+     Elizabeth C. Yeats at the Dun Emer Press, in the house of
+     Evelyn Gleeson at Dundrum in the County of Dublin, Ireland,
+     finished on All Soul's Eve, in the year 1906.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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