| George William (“A. E.”) Russell (1867–1935). Collected Poems by A.E. 1913. |
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| 16. The Gift |
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| I THOUGHT, beloved, to have brought to you | |
| A gift of quietness and ease and peace, | |
| Cooling your brow as with the mystic dew | |
| Dropping from twilight trees. | |
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| Homeward I go not yet; the darkness grows; | 5 |
| Not mine the voice to still with peace divine: | |
| From the first fount the stream of quiet flows | |
| Through other hearts than mine. | |
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| Yet of my night I give to you the stars, | |
| And of my sorrow here the sweetest gains, | 10 |
| And out of hell, beyond its iron bars, | |
| My scorn of all its pains. | |
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