| George William (“A. E.”) Russell (1867–1935). Collected Poems by A.E. 1913. |
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| 138. A New Theme |
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| I FAIN would leave the tender songs | |
| I sang to you of old, | |
| Thinking the oft-sung beauty wrongs | |
| The magic never told. | |
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| And touch no more the thoughts, the moods, | 5 |
| That win the easy praise; | |
| But venture in the untrodden woods | |
| To carve the future ways. | |
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| Though far or strange or cold appear | |
| The shadowy things I tell, | 10 |
| Within the heart the hidden seer | |
| Knows and remembers well. | |
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| I think that in the coming time | |
| The hearts and hopes of men | |
| The mountain tops of life shall climb, | 15 |
| The gods return again. | |
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| I strive to blow the magic horn; | |
| It feebly murmureth; | |
| Arise on some enchanted morn, | |
| Poet, with God’s own breath! | 20 |
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| And sound the horn I cannot blow, | |
| And by the secret name | |
| Each exile of the heart will know | |
| Kindle the magic flame. | |
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