| George William (“A. E.”) Russell (1867–1935). Collected Poems by A.E. 1913. |
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| 11. Day |
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| IN day from some titanic past it seems | |
| As if a thread divine of memory runs; | |
| Born ere the Mighty One began his dreams, | |
| Or yet were stars and suns. | |
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| But here an iron will has fixed the bars; | 5 |
| Forgetfulness falls on earth’s myriad races: | |
| No image of the proud and morning stars | |
| Looks at us from their faces. | |
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| Yet yearning still to reach to those dim heights, | |
| Each dream remembered is a burning-glass, | 10 |
| Where through to darkness from the Light of Lights | |
| Its rays in splendour pass. | |
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