The Joy of Earth by George William Russell
OH, the sudden wings arising from the ploughed fields brown Showered aloft in spray of song the wild-bird twitter floats O’er the unseen fount awhile, and then comes dropping down Nigh the cool brown earth to hush enraptured notes.
Far within a dome of trembling opal throbs the fire, Mistily its rain of diamond lances shed below Touches eyes and brows and faces lit with wild desire For the burning silence whither we would go.
Heart, be young; once more it is the ancient joy of earth Breathes in thee and flings the wild wings sunward to the dome To the light where all the children of the fire had birth Though our hearts and footsteps wander far from home.
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