George William Russell

Mistrust

YOU look at me with wan, bright eyes
 When in the deeper world I stray:
You fear some hidden ambush lies
 In wait to call me, “Come away.”
 
What if I see behind the veil
 Your starry self beseeching me,
Or at its stern command grow pale,
 “Let her be free, let her be free”?
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