Remembrance

There were many burning hours on the heart-sweet tide,
And we passed away from ourselves, forgetting all
The immortal moods that faded, the god who died,
Hastening away to the King on a distant call.

There were ruby dews were shed when the heart was riven,
And passionate pleading and prayers to the dead we had wronged;
And we passed away unremembering and unforgiven,
Hastening away to the King for the peace we longed.

Love unremembered and heart-ache we left behind,
We forsook them, unheeding, hastening away in our flight;
We knew the hearts we had wronged of old we would find
When we came to the fold of the King for rest in the night.

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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In the wet dusk silver-sweet,
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On the hedge the hanging dew
Glassed the eve and stars and skies;
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Where the hawthorn glimmered white,
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There a hero-hearted queen
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I begin through the grass once again to be bound to the Lord;
I can see, through a face that has faded, the face full of rest
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Endurance

He bent above: so still her breath
What air she breathed he could not say,
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So fled her beauty leaving dim
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Fall from it and it goes its way.
So blind he wept above her clay,
'I did not think that you could die.
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The skies from black to pearly grey
Had veered without a star or sun;
Only a burning opal ray
Fell on your brow when all was done.

Aye, after victory, the crown;
Yet through the fight no word of cheer;
And what would win and what go down
No word could help, no light make clear.

A thousand ages onward led
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No wisdom weighed, no word was said,
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There was no tender leaning there
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The Twilight Of Earth

The wonder of the world is o'er:
The magic from the sea is gone:
There is no unimagined shore,
No islet yet to venture on.
The Sacred Hazels' blooms are shed,
The Nuts of Knowledge harvested.

Oh, what is worth this lore of age
If time shall never bring us back
Our battle with the gods to wage
Reeling along the starry track.
The battle rapture here goes by
In warring upon things that die.

Let be the tale of him whose love
Was sighed between white Deirdre's breasts,
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The sodden clay on which it rests.
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Memoria In Æterna.

Sweet Memory! thou faculty divine--
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They in thy mirror still revealed!

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And heralded with golden ray
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