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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.

George William Russell ('A. E.'). b. 1853

872. By the Margin of the Great Deep

WHEN the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies, 
All its vaporous sapphire, violet glow and silver gleam, 
With their magic flood me through the gateway of the eyes; 
    I am one with the twilight’s dream. 
 
When the trees and skies and fields are one in dusky mood,         5
Every heart of man is rapt within the mother’s breast: 
Full of peace and sleep and dreams in the vasty quietude, 
    I am one with their hearts at rest. 
 
From our immemorial joys of hearth and home and love 
Stray’d away along the margin of the unknown tide,  10
All its reach of soundless calm can thrill me far above 
    Word or touch from the lips beside. 
 
Aye, and deep and deep and deeper let me drink and draw 
From the olden fountain more than light or peace or dream, 
Such primæval being as o’erfills the heart with awe,  15
    Growing one with its silent stream.