| George William (“A. E.”) Russell (1867–1935). Collected Poems by A.E. 1913. |
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| 98. The Seer |
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| OH, if my spirit may foretell | |
| Or earlier impart, | |
| It is because I always dwell | |
| With morning in my heart. | |
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| I feel the keen embrace of light | 5 |
| Ere dawning on the view | |
| It sprays the chilly fold of night | |
| With iridescent dew. | |
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| The robe of dust around it cast | |
| Hides not the earth below, | 10 |
| Its heart of ruby flame, the vast | |
| Mysterious gloom and glow. | |
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| Something beneath yon coward gaze | |
| Betrays the royal line; | |
| Its lust and hate, but errant rays, | 15 |
| Are at their root divine. | |
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| I hail the light of elder years | |
| Behind the niggard mould, | |
| The fiery kings, the seraph seers, | |
| As in the age of gold. | 20 |
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| And all about and through the gloom | |
| Breaths from the golden clime | |
| Are wafted like a sweet perfume | |
| From some most ancient time. | |
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