TWILIGHT, a blossom grey in shadowy valleys dwells: <br />Under the radiant dark the deep blue-tinted bells <br />In quietness reïmage heaven within their blooms, <br />Sapphire and gold and mystery. What strange perfumes, <br />Out of what deeps arising, all the flower-bells fling, <br />Unknowing the enchanted odorous song they sing! <br />Oh, never was an eve so living yet: the wood <br />Stirs not but breathes enraptured quietude. <br />Here in these shades the ancient knows itself, the soul, <br />And out of slumber waking starts unto the goal. <br />What bright companions nod and go along with it! <br />Out of the teeming dark what dusky creatures flit, <br />That through the long leagues of the island night above <br />Come by me, wandering, whispering, beseeching love; <br />As in the twilight children gather close and press <br />Nigh and more nigh with shadowy tenderness, <br />Feeling they know not what, with noiseless footsteps glide <br />Seeking familiar lips or hearts to dream beside. <br />O voices, I would go with you, with you, away, <br />Facing once more the radiant gateways of the day; <br />With you, with you, what memories arise, and nigh <br />Trampling the crowded figures of the dawn go by <br />Dread deities, the giant powers that warred on men <br />Grow tender brothers and gay children once again; <br />Fades every hate away before the Mother's breast <br />Where all the exiles of the heart return to rest.<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brotherhood-10/
