NOW the rooftree of the midnight spreading, <br />Buds in citron, green, and blue: <br />From afar its mystic odours shedding, <br />Child, on you. <br /> <br /> <br />Now the buried stars beneath the mountain <br />And the vales their life renew, <br />Jetting rainbow blooms from tiny fountains, <br />Child, for you. <br /> <br /> <br />In the diamond air the sun-star glowing, <br />Up its feathered radiance threw; <br />All the jewel glory there was flowing, <br />Child, for you. <br /> <br /> <br />As within the quiet waters passing, <br />Sun and moon and stars we view, <br />So the loveliness of life is glassing, <br />Child, in you. <br /> <br /> <br />And the fire divine in all things burning <br />Seeks the mystic heart anew, <br />From its wanderings far again returning, <br />Child, to you.<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/benediction-21/
