George William Russell (Джордж Уильям Расселл)

Mistrust

YOU look at me with wan, bright eyes
When in the deeper world I stray:
You fear some hidden ambush lies
In wait to call me, “Come away.”

What if I see behind the veil
Your starry self beseeching me,
Or at its stern command grow pale,
“Let her be free, let her be free”? 

1. The Place of Rest
2. Divine Visitation
3. On a Hillside
4. Kinship
5. A New Being

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