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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A CALL, by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL Poet's Biography
First Line: Dusk its ash-grey blossoms sheds on violet skies
Last Line: Come, my children, with me to the ancient go.
Alternate Author Name(s): A. E.
Subject(s): History; Nature; Historians
First Line: Dusk its ash-grey blossoms sheds on violet skies
Last Line: Come, my children, with me to the ancient go.
Alternate Author Name(s): A. E.
Subject(s): History; Nature; Historians
DUSK its ash-grey blossoms sheds on violet skies,
Over twilight mountains where the heart songs rise,
Rise and fall and fade away from earth to air.
Earth renews the music sweeter. Oh, come there.
Come, acushla, come, as in ancient times
Rings aloud the underland with faery chimes.
Down the unseen ways as strays each tinkling fleece
Winding ever onward to a fold of peace,
So my dreams go straying in a land more fair;
Half I tread the dew-wet grasses, half wander there.
Fade your glimmering eyes in a world grown cold;
Come, acushla, with me to the mountains old.
There the bright ones call us waving to and fro—
Come, my children, with me to the ancient go.
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