Within.

Mucha, Evening Star, 1902

Star Teachers

Even as a bird sprays many-coloured fires,


The plumes of paradise, the dying light


Rays through the fevered air in misty spires


That vanish in the height.



These myriad eyes that look on me are mine ;


Wandering beneath them I have found again


The ancient ample moment, the divine,


The God-root within men.



For this, for this the lights innumerable


As symbols shine that we the true light win:


For every star and every deep they fill


Are stars and deeps within.

- George William Russell