63. Comfort

George William Russell

DARK head by the fireside brooding,
Where upon your ears
Whirlwinds of the earth intruding
Sound in wrath and tears:


Tender-hearted, in your lonely
Sorrow I would fain
Comfort you, and say that only
Gods could feel such pain.


Only spirits know such longing
For the far away;
And the fiery fancies thronging
Rise not out of clay.


Keep the secret sense celestial
Of the starry birth;
Though about you call the bestial
Voices of the earth.


If a thousand ages since
Hurled us from the throne:
Then a thousand ages wins
Back again our own.


Sad one, dry away your tears:
Mount again anew:
In the great ancestral spheres
Waits the throne for you.

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