Poem by George William Russell

Desire

WITH Thee a moment! Then what dreams have play!
Traditions of eternal toil arise,
Search for the high, austere and lonely way
The Spirit moves in through eternities.
Ah, in the soul what memories arise!

And with what yearning inexpressible,
Rising from long forgetfulness I turn
To Thee, invisible, unrumoured, still:
White for Thy whiteness all desires burn.
Ah, with what longing once again I turn! 

1. Dusk
2. A Woman's Voice
3. Kinship
4. Childhood
5. The Great Breath

Thomas Traherne Desire ("For giving me desire")

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