| George William (“A. E.”) Russell (1867–1935). Collected Poems by A.E. 1913. |
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| 64. Warning |
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| PURE at heart we wander now: | |
| Comrade on the quest divine, | |
| Turn not from the stars your brow | |
| That your eyes may rest on mine. | |
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| Pure at heart we wander now: | 5 |
| We have hopes beyond to-day; | |
| And our quest does not allow | |
| Rest or dreams along the way. | |
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| We are, in our distant hope, | |
| One with all the great and wise: | 10 |
| Comrade, do not turn or grope | |
| For some lesser light that dies. | |
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| We must rise or we must fall: | |
| Love can know no middle way: | |
| If the great life do not call, | 15 |
| Then is sadness and decay. | |
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