A SHAFT of fire that falls like dew,
  And melts and maddens all my blood,
From out thy spirit flashes through
  The burning-glass of womanhood.
 

Only so far; here must I stay:
  Nearer I miss the light, the fire;
I must endure the torturing ray,
  And with all beauty, all desire.
 

Ah, time long must the effort be,
  And far the way that I must go
To bring my spirit unto thee,
  Behind the glass, within the glow.

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Poet: George William Russell
Poem: 67. 67. The Burning-Glass
Volume: Collected Poems by A.E.
Year: Published/Written in 1913
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