The plumes of paradise, the dying light
Rays through the fevered air in misty spires
That vanish in the heights.
These myriad eyes that look on me are mine;
Wandering beneath them I have found again
The ancient ample moment, the divine,
The God-root within men.
For this, for this the lights innumerable
As symbols shine that we the true light win:
For every star and every deep they fill
Are stars and deeps within.
George William Russell (1867 – 1935) Ireland
He also wrote with the pseudonym Æ
Source: Collected Poems by A.E. (George William Russell) Macmillan, 1913
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