| George William (“A. E.”) Russell (1867–1935). Collected Poems by A.E. 1913. |
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| 82. The Winds of Angus |
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| THE GREY road whereupon we trod became as holy ground: | |
| The eve was all one voice that breathed its message with no sound: | |
| And burning multitudes pour through my heart, too bright, too blind, | |
| Too swift and hurried in their flight to leave their tale behind. | |
| Twin gates unto that living world, dark honey-coloured eyes, | 5 |
| The lifting of whose lashes flushed the face with Paradise, | |
| Beloved, there I saw within their ardent rays unfold | |
| The likeness of enraptured birds that flew from deeps of gold | |
| To deeps of gold within my breast to rest, or there to be | |
| Transfigured in the light, or find a death to life in me. | 10 |
| So love, a burning multitude, a seraph wind that blows | |
| From out the deep of being to the deep of being goes. | |
| And sun and moon and starry fires and earth and air and sea | |
| Are creatures from the deep let loose, who pause in ecstasy, | |
| Or wing their wild and heavenly way until again they find | 15 |
| The ancient deep, and fade therein, enraptured, bright, and blind. | |
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