Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | December 30, 2008


by George William Russell (A.E.) (1867–1935).




A DIAMOND glow of winter o’er the world:

Amid the chilly halo nigh the west

Flickers a phantom violet bloom unfurled

Dim on the twilight’s breast.


Only phantasmal blooms but for an hour,                           5

A transient beauty; then the white stars shine

Chilling the heart: I long for thee to flower,

O bud of light divine.


But never visible to sense or thought

The flower of Beauty blooms afar withdrawn;                 10

If in our being then we know it not,

Or, knowing, it is gone.



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