George William Russell (Джордж Уильям Расселл)

Star Teachers

EVEN as a bird sprays many-coloured fires,
The plumes of paradise, the dying light
Rays through the fevered air in misty spires
That vanish in the heights.

These myriad eyes that look on me are mine;
Wandering beneath them I have found again
The ancient ample moment, the divine,
The God-root within men.

For this, for this the lights innumerable
As symbols shine that we the true light win:
For every star and every deep they fill
Are stars and deeps within. 

1. Dusk
2. Kinship
3. A Woman's Voice
4. On a Hillside
5. By the Margin of the Great Deep

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