In Connemara

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Title:     In Connemara
Author: George William Russell [More Titles by Russell]

With eyes all untroubled she laughs as she passes,
Bending beneath the creel with the seaweed brown,
Till evening with pearl-dew dims the shining grasses
And night lit with dreamlight enfolds the sleepy town.

Then she will wander, her heart all a laughter,
Tracking the dream star that lights the purple gloom.
She follows the proud and golden races after,
As high as theirs her spirit, as high will be her doom.

[The end]
George William Russell's poem: In Connemara

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