WITH Thee a moment! Then what dreams have play! <br />Traditions of eternal toil arise, <br />Search for the high, austere and lonely way <br />The Spirit moves in through eternities. <br />Ah, in the soul what memories arise! <br /> <br /> <br />And with what yearning inexpressible, <br />Rising from long forgetfulness I turn <br />To Thee, invisible, unrumoured, still: <br />White for Thy whiteness all desires burn. <br />Ah, with what longing once again I turn!<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/desire-179/
