I GO down from the hills half in gladness, and half with a pain I depart, <br />Where the Mother with gentlest breathing made music on lip and in heart; <br />For I know that my childhood is over: a call comes out of the vast, <br />And the love that I had in the old time, like beauty in twilight, is past. <br /> <br /> <br />I am fired by a Danaan whisper of battles afar in the world, <br />And my thought is no longer of peace, for the banners in dream are unfurled, <br />And I pass from the council of stars and of hills to a life that is new: <br />And I bid to you stars and you mountains a tremulous long adieu. <br /> <br /> <br />I will come once again as a master, who played here as child in my dawn <br />I will enter the heart of the hills where the gods of the old world are gone. <br />And will war like the bright Hound of Ulla with princes of earth and of sky. <br />For my dream is to conquer the heavens and battle for kingship on high<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-farewell-26/
