Poem by George William Russell

Refuge

TWILIGHT, a timid fawn, went glimmering by,
And Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast,
Ceaseless pursuit and flight were in the sky,
But the long chase had ceased for us at last.

We watched together while the driven fawn
Hid in the golden thicket of the day.
We, from whose hearts pursuit and flight were gone,
Knew on the hunter’s breast her refuge lay. 

1. Hope in Failure
2. Brotherhood
3. A New Being
4. Kinship
5. Divine Visitation

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