George William Russell

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WHEN the soul sought refuge in the place of rest,
Overborne by strife and pain beyond control,
From some secret hollow, whisper soft-confessed,
Came the legend of the soul.

Some bright one of old time laid his sceptre down,
So his heart might learn of sweet and bitter truth;
Going forth bereft of beauty, throne, and crown,
And the sweetness of his youth.

So the old appeal and fierce revolt we make
Through the worldโ€™s hour dies within our primal will;
And we justify the pain and hearts that break,
And our lofty doom fulfilled.

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  • gojrandy9231681

    I love the lines "Some bright one of old time laid his sceptre down", feels really powerful and personal ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ–‹๏ธ