who played here as child in my dawn I will enter the heart of the hills where the gods of the old world are gone. And will war like the bright Hound of Ulla with princes of earth and of sky. For my dream is to conquer the heavens and battle for kingship on high. 

 

 

 THE MESSAGE 

 Do you not feel the white glow in your breast, my bird? That is the flame of love I send to you from afar: Not a wafted kiss, hardly a whispered word, But love itself that flies as a white-winged star. 

 Let it dwell there, let it rest there, at home in your heart: Wafted on winds of gold, it is Love itself, the Dove. Not the god whose arrows wounded with bitter smart, Nor the purple-fiery birds of death and love. 

 Do not ask for the hands of love or love's soft eyes: They give less than love who give all, giving what wanes. I give you the star-fire, the heart-way to Paradise, With no death after, no arrow with stinging pains. 

 

 

 AT ONE 

 Sometimes a sudden fount of tears jets in my heart And oft-times golden gleams will through my being dart: Your cry or laugh, my sweet, though we are far apart. 

 Above this hidden fount I bend and whisper clear More words of fonder love than if your heart were near, More tenderly than if my arms were round you, dear. 

 I feel your gay love lights such love in me afar, I would not have you near, for eyes and lips might mar The silence where we meet and star is lost in star. 

 I think of you in peace though under alien skies: Though death itself bereft, your love in me would rise In rainbow ripples borne from your heart in Paradise. 

 

 

 THE WELL OF ALL HEALING 

 There's a cure for all things in the well at Ballylee Where the scarlet cressets hang over the trembling pool: And joyful winds are blowing from the Land of Youth to me, And the heart of the earth is full. 

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