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George William Russell (Джордж Уильям Расселл)


The Hermit


Now the quietude of earth
Nestles deep my heart within;
Friendships new and strange have birth
Since I left the city's din.

Here the tempest stays its guile,
Like a big kind brother plays,
Romps and pauses here awhile
From its immemorial ways.

Now the silver light of dawn,
Slipping through the leaves that fleck
My one window, hurries on,
Throws its arms around my neck.

Darkness to my doorway hies,
Lays her chin upon the roof,
And her burning seraph eyes
Now no longer keep aloof.

And the ancient mystery
Holds its hands out day by day,
Takes a chair and croons with me
By my cabin built of clay.

When the dusky shadow flits,
By the chimney nook I see
Where the old enchanter sits,
Smiles and waves and beckons me.



George William Russell's other poems:
  1. A Woman's Voice
  2. The Great Breath
  3. Kinship
  4. Divine Visitation
  5. Childhood


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Aleister Crowley (Алистер Кроули) The Hermit ("At last an end of all I hoped and feared!")
  • Anonymous ( Неизвестный автор) The Hermit ("For years, upon a mountain’s brow") Notes to the People, 1851, v. I, p. 423

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