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Page 1 of 11898 · PDF PAGE 27
…eive me not, I trust thee, I am sure Thy love will stand while ocean winds endure, Our quest shall be our quest till either brow Radiate light, till death himself allure Our love to him When life’s desires are filled beyond the silver brim. XXXII. Here I abandon all myself to thee, Slip into thy caresses as of right, Live in thy kisses as in living light, Clothing in thy love, enthronéd lazily In thine embrace, as naked as the night, As love and lover More pure, more keen, more strong than all my dreams discover. 2 7
1898 · PDF PAGE 11
…sy flames that dip, that shake, Faint phantoms that disturb the lake Of magic mirror-land. A star Like to a beryl, with a flake Of olive light Struck through is dull profound, is steadfast in the night. 1 1
1898 · PDF PAGE 14
…was my madness. On bright plumage poised I soared, I hovered in the infinite ; Nothing was everything ; the day was night, Dark and deep light together, that rejoiced In their strange wedlock. Marvellously white All rainbows kissed Into one sphere that stood, a circumambient mist. 1 4
1898 · PDF PAGE 15
VII. I climbed still inwards. At the moveless point Where all power, light, life, motion concentrate, I found God dwelling. Strong, immaculate, He knew me and he loved ! His lips anoint My lips with love ; with thirst insatiate He drank my breath, Absorbed my life in His, dispersed me, gave me death. VIII. This is release, is freedom, is desire ; This is the one hope that a man may gain ; This is the lasting ecstasy of pain That fools reject, the dread, the searching fire That quivers in the marrow, that in vain Burns secretly The unconsuméd bu…
1898 · PDF PAGE 22
XXI. In every ecstasy exalt my heart ; Let every trance make loose and light the wings My soul must shake, ere her pure fabric springs Clothed in the secret dream-delights of Art Transcendent into air, the tomb of Things ; Let every kiss Melt on my lips to flame, fling back the gates of Dis ! XXII. Give me a master ! Not some learned priest Who by long toil and anguish has devised A train of mysteries, but some despised Young king of men, whose spirit is released From all the weariness, whose lips are prized By men not much— Ah ! let them only …