119. Reflections

George William Russell

HOW shallow is this mere that gleams!
Its depth of blue is from the skies,
And from a distant sun the dreams
And lovely light within your eyes.


We deem our love so infinite
Because the Lord is everywhere,
And love awakening is made bright
And bathed in that diviner air.


We go on our enchanted way
And deem our hours immortal hours,
Who are but shadow kings that play
With mirrored majesties and powers.

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