The Pagan

George Orwell

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SO HERE are you, and here am I,
Where we may thank our gods to be;
Above the earth, beneath the sky,
Naked souls alive and free.
The autumn wind goes rustling by
And stirs the stubble at our feet;
Out of the west it whispering blows,
Stops to caress and onward goes,
Bringing its earthy odours sweet.
See with what pride the the setting sun
Kinglike in gold and purple dies,
And like a robe of rainbow spun
Tinges the earth with shades divine.
That mystic light is in your eyes
And ever in your heart will shine.

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Comments1
  • jqbemile48804

    WOW, REALLY GOT ME THINKING! LOVED THE INTENSE IMAGERY AND NATURE VIBES! IT MADE ME ASK MYSELF, ARE WE TRULY FREE LIKE THE NAKED SOULS MENTIONED OR ARE WE STILL BOUND BY SOMETHING? GREAT POEM! ANY THOUGHTS FRIENDS?