YOU remember, dear, together <br />Two children, you and I, <br />Sat once in the autumn weather, <br />Watching the autumn sky. <br /> <br /> <br />There was some one round us straying <br />The whole of the long day through, <br />Who seemed to say, "I am playing <br />At hide and seek with you." <br /> <br /> <br />And one thing after another <br />Was whispered out of the air, <br />How God was a big, kind brother <br />Whose home is in everywhere. <br /> <br /> <br />His light like a smile comes glancing <br />Through the cool, cool winds as they pass, <br />From the flowers in heaven dancing <br />To the stars that shine in the grass. <br /> <br /> <br />From the clouds in deep blue wreathing <br />And most from the mountains tall, <br />But God like a wind goes breathing <br />A dream of Himself in all. <br /> <br /> <br />The heart of the Wise was beating <br />Sweet, sweet, in our hearts that day: <br />And many a thought came fleeting <br />And fancies solemn and gay. <br /> <br /> <br />We were grave in our way divining <br />How childhood was taking wings, <br />And the wonder world was shining <br />With vast eternal things. <br /> <br /> <br />The solemn twilight fluttered <br />Like the plumes of seraphim, <br />And we felt what things were uttered <br />In the sunset voice of Him. <br /> <br /> <br />We lingered long, for dearer <br />Than home were the mountain places <br />Where God from the stars dropt nearer <br />Our pale, dreamy faces. <br /> <br /> <br />Our very hearts from beating <br />We stilled in awed delight, <br />For spirit and children were meeting <br />In the purple, ample night.<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-memory-42/
