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Poem by George William Russell


A Woman's Voice


HIS head within my bosom lay,
But yet his spirit slipped not through:
I only felt the burning clay
That withered for the cooling dew.

It was but pity when I spoke
And called him to my heart for rest,
And half a mothers love that woke
Feeling his head upon my breast:

And half the lions tenderness
To shield her cubs from hurt or death,
Which, when the serried hunters press,
Makes terrible her wounded breath.

But when the lips I breathed upon
Asked for such love as equals claim
I looked where all the stars were gone
Burned in the days immortal flame.

Come thou like yon great dawn to me
From darkness vanquished, battles done:
Flame unto flame shall flow and be
Within thy heart and mine as one. 



George William Russell


George William Russell's other poems:
  1. Hope in Failure
  2. The Great Breath
  3. Childhood
  4. A New Being
  5. Dusk

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