THOSE delicate wanderers, <br />The wind, the star, the cloud, <br />Ever before mine eyes, <br />As to an altar bowed, <br />Light and dew-laden airs <br />Offer in sacrifice. <br /> <br /> <br />The offerings arise: <br />Hazes of rainbow light, <br />Pure crystal, blue, and gold, <br />Through dreamland take their flight; <br />And 'mid the sacrifice <br />God moveth as of old. <br /> <br /> <br />In miracles of fire <br />He symbols forth his days; <br />In gleams of crystal light <br />Reveals what pure pathways <br />Lead to the soul's desire, <br />The silence of the height.<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sacrifice-78/
