| George William (“A. E.”) Russell (1867–1935). Collected Poems by A.E. 1913. |
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| 120. The Morning Star |
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| IN the black pool of the midnight Lu has slung the morning star, | |
| And its foam in rippling silver whitens into day afar | |
| Falling on the mountain rampart piled with pearl above our glen, | |
| Only you and I, beloved, moving in the fields of men. | |
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| In the dark tarn of my spirit, love, the morning star, is lit; | 5 |
| And its halo, ever brightening, lightens into dawn in it. | |
| Love, a pearl-grey dawn in darkness, breathing peace without desire; | |
| But I fain would shun the burning terrors of the mid-day fire. | |
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| Through the faint and tender airs of twilight star on star may gaze, | |
| But the eyes of light are blinded in the white flame of the days, | 10 |
| From the heat that melts together oft a rarer essence slips, | |
| And our hearts may still be parted in the meeting of the lips. | |
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| What a darkness would I gaze on when the day had passed the west, | |
| If my eyes were dazed and blinded by the whiteness of a breast? | |
| Never through the diamond darkness could I hope to see afar | 15 |
| Where beyond the pearly rampart burned the purer evening star. | |
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