George William Russell

Here you will find the Poem The Man To The Angel of poet George William Russell

The Man To The Angel

I HAVE wept a million tears. 
Pure and proud one, where are thine? 
What the gain, though all thy years 
In unbroken beauty shine? 
All your beauty cannot win 
Truth we learn in pain and sighs: 
You can never enter in 
To the Circle of the Wise. 
They are but the slaves of light 
Who have never known the gloom,
And between the dark and bright 
Willed in freedom their own doom. 
Think not in your pureness there 
That our pain but follows sin: 
There are fires for those who dare 
Seek the throne of might to win. 
Pure one, from your pride refrain: 
Dark and lost amid the strife, 
I am myriad years of pain 
Nearer to the fount of life.
When defiance fierce is thrown 
At the god to whom you bow, 
Rest the lips of the Unknown 
Tenderest upon my brow.