113. The Mid-world

George William Russell

THIS is the red, red region
Your heart must journey through:
Your pains will here be legion
And joy be death for you.


Rejoice to-day: to-morrow
A turning tide shall flow
Through infinite tones of sorrow
To reach an equal woe.


You pass by love unheeding
To gain the goal you long—
But my heart, my heart is bleeding:
I cannot sing this song.

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