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Page 1 of 11898 · PDF PAGE 19
…n Whose far-off fragrance steals between the leaves Of the cool forest, filling every one That reaps yon gold With strange intoxications mad and manifold. XVI. Only beware gross pleasure—the delight Of fools : the ecstasy, the trance of love— Life's atom-bonds must strain—aye, and most move, And all the body be forgotten quite, And the pure soul flame forth, a deathless dove, Where all worlds end ! If thou art worthy God shall greet thee for a friend. 1 9
1898 · PDF PAGE 25
XXVII. Read his mad rhymes ; their sickening savour taste ; Bathe in their carnal and depraving stream : Rise, glittering with the dew-drops of his dream, And glow with exaltation ; to thy waist Gird his gold belt ; the diamond settings gleam With fire drawn far Through the blue shuddering vault from some amazing star. XXVIII. Aubrey attained in sleep when he dream this Wonderful dream of women, tender child And harlot, naked all, in thousands piled On one hot writhing heap, his shameful kiss To shudder through them, with lithe limbs defiled To…
1898 · PDF PAGE 12
I. I AM quite sane, quite quiet. Sober thought Is as a woof to my mad dreams. My brain Beats to the double stroke ; the double strain Warps its gray fibers, all the dream is wrought A spider-tapestry ; the old blood-stain Spreads through the air Some hot contagious growth to slay men unaware. II. I have discovered God ! His ghastly way ; Of burning ploughshares for my naked feet Lies open to me—shall I find it sweet To give up sunlight for that mystic day That beams its torture whose red banners beat Their radiant fire Into my shrivelled head, …
1898 · PDF PAGE 7
…cal fear ! How I shrieked out I know not what strange words ! And the poor good old man tried all he could to calm me ; he thought I was mad ! The fool ! I was in the death struggle with self : God and Satan fought for my soul those three long hours. God conquered—now I have only one doubt left—which of the twain was God ? Howbeit, I aspire ! I