Dust

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Title:     Dust
Author: George William Russell [More Titles by Russell]

I heard them in their sadness say,
"The earth rebukes the thought of God:
We are but embers wrapt 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.

--May 15, 1894

[The end]
George William Russell's poem: Dust

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