A DIAMOND glow of winter o'er the world: <br />Amid the chilly halo nigh the west <br />Flickers a phantom violet bloom unfurled <br />Dim on the twilight's breast. <br /> <br /> <br />Only phantasmal blooms but for an hour, <br />A transient beauty; then the white stars shine <br />Chilling the heart: I long for thee to flower, <br />O bud of light divine. <br /> <br /> <br />But never visible to sense or thought <br />The flower of Beauty blooms afar withdrawn; <br />If in our being then we know it not, <br />Or, knowing, it is gone.<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-219/
