Warning!
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
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