George William Russell (Äæîðäæ Óèëüÿì Ðàññåëë)

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. 

1. The Unknown God
2. Dusk
3. Kinship
4. The Place of Rest
5. The Hermit

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