ERE I lose myself in the vastness and drowse myself with the peace, <br />While I gaze on the light and the beauty afar from the dim homes of men, <br />May I still feel the heart-pang and pity, love-ties that I would not release; <br />May the voices of sorrow appealing call me back to their succour again. <br /> <br /> <br />Ere I storm with the tempest of power the thrones and dominions of old, <br />Ere the ancient enchantment allure me to roam through the star-misty skies, <br />I would go forth as one who has reaped well what harvest the earth may unfold; <br />May my heart be o'erbrimmed with compassion; on my brow be the crown of the wise. <br /> <br /> <br />I would go as the dove from the ark sent forth with wishes and prayers <br />To return with the paradise blossoms that bloom in the Eden of light: <br />When the deep star-chant of the seraphs I hear in the mystical airs, <br />May I capture one tone of their joy for the sad ones discrowned in the night. <br /> <br /> <br />Not alone, not alone would I go to my rest in the heart of the love: <br />Were I tranced in the innermost beauty, the flame of its tenderest breath, <br />I would still hear the cry of the fallen recalling me back from above, <br />To go down to the side of the people who weep in the shadow of death.<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-2384/
