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A Call of the Sidhe
by A. E. (George
Russell)
Tarry thou yet, late lingerer in the twilight's
glory
Gay are the hills with song: earth's faery children leave
More dim
abodes to roam the primrose-hearted eve,
Opening their glimmering lips to
breathe some wondrous story.
Hush, not a whisper! Let your heart alone go
dreaming.
Dream unto dream may pass: deep in the heart alone
Murmurs the
Mighty One his solemn undertone.
Canst thou not see adown the silver
cloudland streaming
Rivers of rainbow light, dewdrop on dewdrop
falling,
Starfire of silver flames, lighting the dark beneath?
And what
enraptured hosts burn on the dusky heath!
Come thou away with them, for
Heaven to Earth is calling.
These are Earth's voice--her answer--spirits
thronging.
Come to the Land of Youth: the trees grown heavy there
Drop on
the purple wave the ruby fruit they bear.
Drink: the immortal waters quench
the spirit's longing.
Art thou not now, bright one, all sorrow past, in
elation,
Filled with wild joy, grown brother-hearted with the
vast,
Whither thy spirit wending flits the dim stars past
Unto the Light
of Lights in burning adoration.
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