The Joy Of Earth

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Title:     The Joy Of Earth
Author: George William Russell [More Titles by Russell]

Oh, the sudden wings arising from the ploughed fields brown
Showered aloft in spray of song the wildbird twitter floats
O'er the unseen fount awhile, and then comes dropping down
Nigh the cool brown earth to hush enraptured notes.

Far within a dome of trembling opal throbs the fire,
Mistily its rain of diamond lances shed below
Touches eyes and brows and faces lit with wild desire
For the burning silence whither we would go.

Heart, O heart, once more it is the ancient joy of earth
Breathes in thee and flings the wild wings sunward to the dome
To the light where all the Children of the Fire had birth
Though our hearts and footsteps wander far from home.

[The end]
George William Russell's poem: Joy Of Earth

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