Collected Works (Vol. III)

LOVE-SONGS Be done with the dragons! Awaits for the lord of the sword On the crest of a mountain the maid, the availing award. The spear of the Wanderer shivers, the God is exhaust. Ue done with the Gods ! the key of Valhalla is lost. The fires that Loki the liar built up of deceit Are like roses that cushion the moss for the warrior’s feet. Be done with the paltry defences! She sleeps. O be done With the mists of the mountain! Awake to the light of the sun! Awake! Let the wave of emotions conflict- ing retire, Let fear and despair be engulfed in delight and desire. There is one thing of all that remains: that the sword may not bite: It is love that is true as itself; and their scion, delight. Jiue flower of the flame of love: true bloom of the ray of the sword ! ‘he lady is lost if she wit not the name of her lord. Awaken and hither, O warrior maiden! Above The Man is awaiting. Be done with the lies ! It is love. VI. DORA. DoRA steals across the floor Tiptoe ; Opens then her rosy door, Peeps out. And where shall } Skip to?” Dora, diving daintily, Creeps out. ** Nobody ! 59 ‘To the woodland! Shall I find Crowtoe, Violet, jessamine! I'll bind Garlands. I‘ancy ma princess. Where Go to? Persia, China, Finisterre? Far lands !” Only one Daisy Did she find. The sulking sun Slept still. Pity Dora ! Dora stamped her foot. Aurora Lazy Stirred not. Hush! A footstep. Dora Kept still. What a dreadful monster ! Mercy ! Shoot! (‘Twas a man.) Suppose the brute Ate her? By-and-by the rufhan grows ‘* Percy.” And she loves him now she knows Better. VII. FATIMA! FRAUGHT with the glory of a dead despair, My purple-eidola, my purple eidola | March, dance—through hyacinthine spheres Moaning : they sweep along, attain, aware How frail is Fatima. They bathe the Gods with stinging tears. They weave another thread within the mystic veil. They are drawn up anon in some great hand. They shudderand murmur in the web of Kama. They hear no music in the white word Rama. They rush, colossi, liquid swords of life Strident with spurious desire and strife. Mocked! I am dumb: I await the gray command : I wait for Her : 1 Written in collaboration with S, M,