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. A Woman's Voice
3. On a Hillside
4. Kinship
5. Divine Visitation

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