A LAUGHTER in the diamond air, a music in the trembling grass; <br />And one by one the words of light as joydrops through my being pass: <br />"I am the sunlight in the heart, the silver moon-glow in the mind; <br />My laughter runs and ripples through the wavy tresses of the wind. <br />I am the fire upon the hills, the dancing flame that leads afar <br />Each burning-hearted wanderer, and I the dear and homeward star. <br />A myriad lovers died for me, and in their latest yielded breath <br />I woke in glory giving them immortal life though touched by death. <br />They knew me from the dawn of time: if Hermes beats his rainbow wings, <br />If Angus shakes his locks of light, or golden-haired Apollo sings, <br />It matters not the name, the land: my joy in all the gods abides: <br />Even in the cricket in the grass some dimness of me smiles and hides. <br />For joy of me the daystar glows, and in delight and wild desire <br />The peacock twilight rays aloft its plumes and blooms of shadowy fire, <br />Where in the vastness too I burn through summer nights and ages long, <br />And with the fiery-footed watchers shake in myriad dance and song."<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-master-singer/
