LIGHTEST of dancers, with no thought <br />Thy glimmering feet beat on my heart, <br />Gayest of singers, with no care <br />Waking to beauty the still air, <br />More than the labours of our art, <br />More than our wisdom can impart, <br />Thine idle ecstasy hath taught. <br /> <br /> <br />Lost long in solemn ponderings, <br />With the blind shepherd mind for guide, <br />The uncreated joy in you <br />Hath lifted up my heart unto <br />The morning stars in their first pride, <br />And the angelic joys that glide <br />High upon heaven-uplifted wings.<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inspiration-175/
