64. Warning

George William Russell

PURE at heart we wander now:
Comrade on the quest divine,
Turn not from the stars your brow
That your eyes may rest on mine.


Pure at heart we wander now:
We have hopes beyond to-day;
And our quest does not allow
Rest or dreams along the way.


We are, in our distant hope,
One with all the great and wise:
Comrade, do not turn or grope
For some lesser light that dies.


We must rise or we must fall:
Love can know no middle way:
If the great life do not call,
Then is sadness and decay.

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