IN the black pool of the midnight Lu has slung the morning star, <br />And its foam in rippling silver whitens into day afar <br />Falling on the mountain rampart piled with pearl above our glen, <br />Only you and I, beloved, moving in the fields of men. <br /> <br /> <br />In the dark tarn of my spirit, love, the morning star, is lit; <br />And its halo, ever brightening, lightens into dawn in it. <br />Love, a pearl-grey dawn in darkness, breathing peace without desire; <br />But I fain would shun the burning terrors of the mid-day fire. <br /> <br /> <br />Through the faint and tender airs of twilight star on star may gaze, <br />But the eyes of light are blinded in the white flame of the days, <br />From the heat that melts together oft a rarer essence slips, <br />And our hearts may still be parted in the meeting of the lips. <br /> <br /> <br />What a darkness would I gaze on when the day had passed the west, <br />If my eyes were dazed and blinded by the whiteness of a breast? <br />Never through the diamond darkness could I hope to see afar <br />Where beyond the pearly rampart burned the purer evening star.<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-morning-star-10/
