LOVE POEMS: “The Weaver of Souls” by George William Russell

mystical_fantasy_paintings_kb_Wall_Josephine-Eros_and_PsycheThe Weaver of Souls 

WHO is this unseen messenger
For ever between me and her,
Who brings love’s precious merchandise,
The golden breath, the dew of sighs,
And the wild, gentle thoughts that dwell
Too fragile for the lips to tell,
Each at their birth, to us before
A heaving of the heart is over?
Who art thou, unseen messenger?

I think, O Angel of the Lord,
You make our hearts to so accord
That those who hear in after hours
May sigh for love as deep as ours;
And seek the magic that can give
An Eden where the soul may live,
Nor need to walk a road of clay
With stumbling feet, nor fall away
From thee, O Angel of the Lord.

by George William Russell

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One Comment Add yours

  1. LindaP says:

    Beautiful love poem!

    Like

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