GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL (<;')
Satyrs may follow after. Seraphs
On crystal wing May blaze. But the delicate first comer
It shall be King. They shall obey, even the mightiest,
That gentle thing.
All the strong powers of Dante were bow'd
To a child's mild eyes, That wrought within him that travail
From depths up to skies, Inferno, Purgatorio
And Paradise.
Amid the soul's grave councillors
A petulant boy Laughs under the laurels and purples, the elf
Who bnatch'd at his joy, Ordering Caesar's legions to bring him
The world for hib toy.
In ancient shadows and twilights
Wheie childhood had strayed, The world's great sorrows were born
And its heroes were made. In the lost boyhood of Judas
Christ was bctray'd.
Let thy young wanderer dream on:
Call him not home. A door opens, a breath, a voice
From the ancient room, Speaks to him now. Be it dark or bright
He is knit with his doom.
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