Explore "A Prayer" by George William Russell on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
O, holy Spirit of the Hazel, hearken now, / Though shining suns and silver moons burn on the bough, / And though the fruit of stars by many myriads gleam, / Yet in the undergrowth below, still in thy dream, / Lighting the labyrinthine maze and monstrous gloom / Are many gem-winged flowers with gay and delicate bloom; / And in the shade, hearken, O Dreamer of the Tree, / One wild rose blossom of thy spirit breathed on me / With lovely and still light, a little sister flower / To those that whitely on the tall moon branches tower, / Lord of the Hazel now, oh hearken while I pray, / This wild rose blossom of thy spirit fades away.