| George William (A. E.) Russell (18671935). Collected Poems by A.E. 1913. |
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| 27. Dust |
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| I HEARD them in their sadness say, | |
| The earth rebukes the thought of God; | |
| We are but embers wrapped in clay | |
| A little nobler than the sod. | |
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| But I have touched the lips of clay, | 5 |
| Mother, thy rudest sod to me | |
| Is thrilled with fire of hidden day, | |
| And haunted by all mystery. | |
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