27. Dust

George William Russell

I HEARD them in their sadness say,
“The earth rebukes the thought of God;
We are but embers wrapped in clay
A little nobler than the sod.”


But I have touched the lips of clay,
Mother, thy rudest sod to me
Is thrilled with fire of hidden day,
And haunted by all mystery.

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• George William Russell : 31. Alter Ego
• George William Russell : 32. Natural Magic
• George William Russell : 33. Childhood
• George William Russell : 34. Three Counsellors
• George William Russell : 35. Symbolism
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