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07. Jan 2013


Pure at heart we wander now:  
Comrade on the quest divine,  
Turn not from the stars your brow  
That your eyes might rest on mine.  
Pure at heart we wander now:  
We have hopes beyond to-day;  
And our quest does not allow  
Rest or dreams along the way.  
We are, in our distant hope,  
One with all the great and wise:  
Comrade, do not turn or grope  
For some lesser light that dies.  
We must rise or we must fall  
Love can know no middle way:  
If the great life do not call,  
Then is sadness and decay.  
AE (George William Russell) 1867-1935