Om

Faint grew the yellow buds of light
    Far flickering beyond the snows,
As leaning o'er the shadowy white
    Morn glimmered like a pale primrose.

Within an Indian vale below
    A child said "Om" with tender heart,
Watching with loving eyes the glow
    In dayshine fade and night depart.

The word which Brahma at his dawn
    Outbreathes and endeth at his night;
Whose tide of sound so rolling on
    Gives birth to orbs of golden light;

And beauty, wisdom, love, and youth,
    By its enchantment, gathered grow
In age-long wandering to the truth,
    Through many a cycle's ebb and flow.

And here all lower life was stilled,
    The child was lifted to the Wise:
A strange delight his spirit filled,
    And Brahm looked from his shining eyes.

--December 15, 1892

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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Night

Heart-hidden from the outer things I rose;
The spirit woke anew in nightly birth
Unto the vastness where forever glows
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There all alone in primal ecstasy,
Within her depths where revels never tire,
The Olden Beauty shines: each thought of me
    Is veined through with its fire.

And all my thoughts are throngs of living souls;
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Deep Sleep

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