Creation

As one by one the veils took flight,
The day withdrew, the stars came up:
The spirit issued dark and bright,
Filling thy beauty like a cup.

Sacred thy laughter on the air,
Holy thy lightest word that fell,
Proud the innumerable hair
That waved at the enchanter's spell.

Oh Master of the Beautiful,
Creating us from hour to hour,
Give me this vision to the full
To see in lightest things thy power!

This vision give, no heaven afar,
No throne, and yet I will rejoice,
Knowing beneath my feet a star,
Thy word in every wandering voice.

George William Russell

George William Russell, who wrote under the pseudonym 'AE,' was an Irish writer, editor, critic, poet, and painter. As a prominent mystical writer, he contributed significantly to the Irish Literary Revival. He also played a vital role in the cooperative movement in Ireland and was a close associate of notable literary figures like W.B. Yeats.

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Krishna

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Remembrance

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The Palaces of the Sidhe

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This mood hath known all beauty for it sees
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In these pale forms, and kingly crowns of gold
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Divine Visitation

The heavens lay hold on us: the starry rays
Fondle with flickering fingers brow and eyes:
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The Master Singer

A laughter in the diamond air, a music in the trembling grass;
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Natural Magic

We are tired who follow after
Phantasy and truth that flies:
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Stain our hearts with richest dyes.

When you break upon our study
Vanish all our frosty cares;
As the diamond deep grows ruddy,
Filled with morning unawares.

With the stuff that dreams are made of
But an empty house we build:
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By the ancient starlight chilled.

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Half our secret knowledge rue.

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