Prologue

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

FOR BRIAN WHEN HE IS GROWN UP THIS HANDFUL
OF THE NUTS OF KNOWLEDGE I HAVE GATHERED
ON THE SECRET STREAMS.

I thought, beloved, to have brought to you
A gift of quietness and ease and peace,
Cooling your brow as with the mystic dew
Dropping from twilight trees.

Homeward I go not yet; the darkness grows;
Not mine the voice to still with peace divine:
From the first fount the stream of quiet flows
Through other hearts than mine.

Yet of my night I give to you the stars,
And of my sorrow here the sweetest gains,
And out of hell, beyond its iron bars,
My scorn of all its pains.

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

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