THE EAST was crowned with snow-cold bloom <br />And hung with veils of pearly fleece: <br />They died away into the gloom, <br />Vistas of peace—and deeper peace. <br /> <br />And earth and air and wave and fire <br />In awe and breathless silence stood; <br />For One who passed into their choir <br />Linked them in mystic brotherhood. <br /> <br />Twilight of amethyst, amid <br />Thy few strange stars that lit the heights, <br />Where was the secret spirit hid? <br />Where was Thy place, O Light of Lights? <br /> <br />The flame of Beauty far in space— <br />Where rose the fire: in Thee? in Me? <br />Which bowed the elemental race <br />To adoration silently?<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/krishna/
