YOU look at me with wan, bright eyes <br />When in the deeper world I stray: <br />You fear some hidden ambush lies <br />In wait to call me, "Come away." <br /> <br /> <br />What if I see behind the veil <br />Your starry self beseeching me, <br />Or at its stern command grow pale, <br />"Let her be free, let her be free"?<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mistrust-7/
