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1867–1935

THE CROWN

George William Russell

I wore in joy a radiant star; Its rays flew forth into the night; It made them glad who watched afar, And filled their gloom with happy light.

Their eyes no more the light may win, And all the loves are changed to scorns. The rays of light pierce deep within, The star is now my crown of thorns.

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