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…ate can never close Fleeced with the clouds that hang aloft, Hard on the flower of land and sea. Buds that may blossom into dew. Lift, O rose petals of my rose, Toward me, rest, dream on, we are here, we love. Turn to me, love! lie close and breathe There 18 no shadow above, The smooth waves of the wind! No ghost below: we are here. Kiss! Kise! The zephyr in thy locks I'll wreathe, For ever. Who would have believed, have thought The breeze entwined. of this? Outside is nothing. Let what will uproll, Within all’s certain. Are we not aware | (Who…
1907 · PDF PAGE 62
ACROBATES Y little lady light o’ limb Twirls on her lover's twisting toes. Lithe as a lynx, red as a rose, She spins aloft and laughs at him. So gay the pose, so quaint the whim, One stares and stares: it grows and grows. So swift the air she seems to skim One’s senses dazzle; wonder glows Warm in one’s veins like love—who knows? One follows till one’s eyes are dim My little lady light o’ limb. 38
1907 · PDF PAGE 91
… and gave her life, and love, And peace, and favour of the fiend above, For Knowledge, Knowledge pure for Knowledge’ sake. The full moon rose. Creation’s voice was dumb For the first woman’s shame, strength, martyrdom. 59
1907 · PDF PAGE 64
…Ze; | He burns athwart the murky maze beyond into beatitude. A solemn rapture holds the faun: an holy joy sucks up the seer _ Within its rose-revolving sphere, the orient oval of the dawn. Light’s graven old cartouche is sealed upon the forest: ‘groves are gray With filtered glamours of the day, the steely ray flung off his shield. She kneels, yon spirit of the earth; she kneels and looks toward the east. In her gray eyes awakes the beast from slumber into druid mirth. She is amazed, she eager, she, exotic orchid of the glade! She waits the rip…
1907 · PDF PAGE 48
… shall not hold your passion in: fling, fling your lips, my murderess, On mine that I may pass away, a vapour that your passion boils, A rose whose petals flutter down as cruel lips and fingers press. Hear one last careless laugh acclaim my corpse the latest of your spoils, You laughing little light of wickedness. 28
1907 · PDF PAGE 58
…youth and love to sorrow is one stride. So to the thinker; to the lover’s self __ Rather it glides or swoons; the idle elf That plucks a rose, scatters its petals wide, ' Is like the wind, is like the moon-wrought tide, Is most like life: so soft to man, so hard To the all-gathering brain of a great bard! Christ answered: Peace to man amid the strife! I am the Resurrection and the Life. Let the graves open: see the woman grip Her goodly love, her gainful fellowship! See the man, hungry, grasp the willing bride, Grope through the dark dawn to he…