WE air tired who follow after <br />Phantasy and truth that flies: <br />You with only look and laughter <br />Stain our hearts with richest dyes. <br /> <br /> <br />When you break upon our study <br />Vanish all our frosty cares; <br />As the diamond deep grows ruddy, <br />Filled with morning unawares. <br /> <br /> <br />With the stuff that dreams are made of <br />But an empty house we build: <br />Glooms we are ourselves afraid of, <br />By the ancient starlight chilled. <br /> <br /> <br />All unwise in thought or duty— <br />Still our wisdom envies you: <br />We who lack the living beauty <br />Half our secret knowledge rue. <br /> <br /> <br />Thought nor fear in you nor dreaming <br />Veil the light with mist about; <br />Joy, as through a crystal gleaming, <br />Flashes from the gay heart out. <br /> <br /> <br />Pain and penitence forsaking, <br />Hearts like cloisters dim and grey, <br />By your laughter lured, awaking <br />Join with you the dance of day<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/natural-magic-4/
