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THE GIFT by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL

First Line: I THOUGHT, BELOVED, TO HAVE BROUGHT TO YOU
Last Line: MY SCORN OF ALL ITS PAINS.
Subject(s): DESIRE; GIFTS & GIVING; LOVE;
I THOUGHT, beloved, to have brought to you
A gift of quietness and ease and peace,
Cooling your brow as with the mystic dew
Dropping from twilight trees.

Homeward I go not yet; the darkness grows;
Not mine the voice to still with peace divine:
From the first fount the stream of quiet flows
Through other hearts than mine.

Yet of my night I give to you the stars,
And of my sorrow here the sweetest gains,
And out of hell, beyond its iron bars,
My scorn of all its pains.


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