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…t out, and life devouring death. * * * * * Of freedom, though all manhood were one slave ; Of truth, though all the world were liar ; of love That time nor hate can raze the witness of.” SWINBURNE, Tiresias. INE voices that raise high the eternal hymn ! Nine faces that ring round the rainbow sky ! Hear me ! The century’s lamp is growing dim ; Saturnian gloom descends and it must die. Fill, fill my spirit to the utter brim With fire and melody ! O nine sweet sisters ! I have heard your song In blue soft waters and in stern gray seas ; I listen f…
1901 · PDF PAGE 7
…oppies and lonely flag-flowers haunt the desolate Marsh-strand : the herons gaunt still contemplate What was delight, is ruin, may breed love again, Even as darkness breeds the day : when life is slain. * * * * * * * O who will hear my chant, my cry ; my voice who hear, Even in this weary misery, this danker mere, Me, in mine exile, who am driven from yonder mountains Blue-gray, and highland airs of heaven, and moving fountains ? Me, who shall hear me ? Am I lost, a broken vessel, Caught in the storm of lies and tossed, forbid to wrestle ? Shal…
1901 · PDF PAGE 17
…uddenly grown still. Only, mine eyes, unweary of the sight, Pierce through the dawn-mist of the sacred hill And yearn toward the rose of love and light. My lips, that drank the Heliconian rill, Murmur with slow delight. I see the faces of the lyric Nine ! The Rose of God its petals will unfold ! I madden with the ecstasy divine ! My soul leaps sunwards, shrieking—and behold ! Out of the ocean and the kindling brine Apollo’s face of gold ! What music, what delirium, what delight ! What dancing madness catches at my feet ! A tongue of fresh, impo…
1901 · PDF PAGE 19
…en, Nor count the deadly cost. Only I see the century as a child Call Truth and Justice, Light and Peace, to guide ; Wisdom and Joy, and Love the undefiled, Lead up true worship, its eternal bride. Stormy its birth ; its youth, now fierce and wild ! Its end, how glorified ! O Spirit of Illimitable Light ! O Thou with style and tablet ! Answer me In that dread pomp of Triumph and of Right, The awful day : my witnesses are Ye That I have said in all men’s sound and sight The things that are to be. 17