THE TWINKLING mists of green and gold <br />Afloat in the abyss of air, <br />From out the window high and old <br />We watched together there. <br /> <br /> <br />The monstrous fabric of the town <br />Lay black below; the cries of pain <br />Came to our ears from up and down <br />The dimly-lighted lane. <br /> <br /> <br />Olive, your eyes were turned to me, <br />Seeking a soul to sympathise: <br />I wondered what that glow might be, <br />Olive, within your eyes. <br /> <br /> <br />Into your trembling words there passed <br />The sorrow that was sighed through you: <br />Pity, a breath from out the vast, <br />From unknown hollows blew.<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pity-30/
