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36 WHY JESUS WEPT SCENE VII. Mo7.Ly, outside TYSon’s Cottage, Moonrise. MOLLY TYSON. O there is edged the waning moon Out of the hollow of Sty Head Pass !? Gable! is grander for the gloom. Lingmell ! is silver! Ah, the bloom Of the rose of night ; oh, dulcet tune Of the dew falling on the grass ! I am the veritable Queen Of Night: my king is hither bound. A moment and he comes—oh, breast ! Heave if thou wilt !—such stir is rest. He comes, ah! steals to me unseen. The trees are high, the shades profound. Together over moor and lake ! Together ov…
1907 · PDF PAGE 152
…nd dryads call The satyr-company to the satyr-king. And all the light is over; but the sky Shudders with blanched light of the un- risen moon. The night-birds mingle their sad minstrelsy For daylight’s requiem: and the sea’s reply Now stirs across the land’s departed tune. The moon is up: the choral crowd of stars, Shapen like strange or unknown animals, Move in their measure : beyond A£olian bars The clustering winds, moving as nenuphars, Gather and muse before the midnight calls. The darkness is most deep in hollow dells. There, blacker than …
1907 · PDF PAGE 154
…the bosom’s pride demurs, While in her womb the first faint pulse of motherhood soft stirs. AUTUMN. Full amber-bréasted light of harvest-moon, And sheaves of corn remembering the sun Laughing again for love of that caress When night is fallen, and the sleepy swoon Of warm waves lap the shoreland, one by one ; Forgetful kisses like a dream’s possess All the low-lying land, And, statelier than the swaying form Of some loud God, lifting the storm In his disastrous hand, Steps the sweet-voiced, the mellow motherhood Glad of the sun’s kiss, full of …
1907 · PDF PAGE 36
…oung teeth and smash that gaby grin ! I am utterly wretched! hope left !— For see, they part ! Ah, there is aye Srrk PERCY. Ah, love, at moonrise ! MOLLY. At my door ! Sirk PERCY. Tf[ell belch Its monsters one by one to stop the way ! I would be there. ANGELA, Christ ! he shall not be there! MOLLY. Farewell ! Sir PERCY. O fairest, fare thee well ! MOLLY. Farewell ! [ANGELA draws nearer, yel remains concvaled, Sirk PERCY. O but the moon is laggard ! MOLLY. IIard it is! Sirk PERCY. Time matters not. Iam so drunk with love, MOLLY. One kiss, one ki…
1907 · PDF PAGE 58
…n poetry, Incapable of thee. 6. Ah! when the minutes grew to hours, And yet the beast, the fool, saw flowers And loved them, watched the moon rise, took delight In perfumes of the summer night, Caught in the glamour of the sun, Thought all the woe well won. How hours were days, and all the misery Abode, all mine: O thou ! didst thou regret? Wast thou asleep as I? Didst thou not love me yet? For, know ! the moon is not the moon until She hath the knowledge to fulfil Her music, till she know herself the moon.. So thou, soI! The stone unhewn, Four…
1907 · PDF PAGE 22
…ll into rest. Let it be so, then! lyrical spears ! Huntress, O Artemis wise, be upon him who hears ! I have heard thy clear voice in the moon; I have borne it afar ; I have tuned it to many a tune; thou hast showed me a Star, And the star thou hast showed me I follow through uttermost night. Arise, O moon of the I have shaken my spear at Apollo; his ruinous might I have mocked, I have mastered. All hail to the Star of Delight That is tender and fervid and frail, and avails me aright ! Hail to thee, symbol of love, assurance and promise of peace…
1907 · PDF PAGE 19
THE STAR AND THE GARTER 13 XXVII. Do you recall? Could I forget? How once the full moon shone above, Over the houses, and we let Loose rein upon the steeds of love? How kisses fled to kisses, rain Of fiery dew upon the soul Kindled, till ecstasy was pain ; Desire, delight : and swift control Leapt from the lightning, as the cloud Disparted, rended, from us twain, And we were one: the aerial shroud Closed on us, shall not lift again For aught we do: O glamour grown Inseparable and alone ! And then we knew as now the tune Our lives were set to, a…
1907 · PDF PAGE 66
…t dews of dawn, And the ruddy weight of my lover’s hair Fell over me and held me there On the broad Italian lawn. And the bright Italian moon arose And cleft the cypress grove ; For sadness in all beauty grows, And sorrow from its master knows How to appear like love. Alas ! that Flavia’s gentle kiss, And Flavia’s cool caress, And Flavia’s flower of utter bliss Must fade, must cease, must fall and miss The height of happiness. The moon must set, the sun must rise, The wind of dawn is chill. Oh, in this world of miseries Is one hour’s pleasure i…
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… its hooded brow. The black grows grey toward the East: A hint of silver glows. Gods gather to the mystic feast On interlunar snows. The moon is up full-orbed: she glides Striking a snaky ray Across the black resounding tides, The sepulchre of day. The moon is up: upon the prow We stand and watch the moon. A star is lustred on your brow ; Your lips begin a tune, A long, low tune of love that swells Little by little, and lights The overarching miracles Of love’s desire, and Night’s. It swells, it rolls to triumph-song Through luminous black skie…
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…t! Not fee the assistant accident That shows our quarry—love—at bay? My silver-throated queen, away ! Huntress of heaven, by my side, As moon by meteor, rushing, ride ! Among the stars, ride on! ride on! (Then, maybe, bid the boy begone !) V. I Am a boy inthis. Alas! Look round on all the world of men ! The boys are oft of genus ‘‘ ass.” Think yourself lucky, lady, then, If I at least am boy. You laugh? Not you! Is this love’s epitaph, God’s worm erect on Herod’s throne? ‘* Ah, if I only had not known!” All wrong, belovéd! Truth be ours, The on…
1907 · PDF PAGE 41
… as well as cruel to leave a lover standing. SiR PERcY. Oh I have learnt that lesson and a thousand others. ANGELA. You must go now. The moon— Sirk PERCY. This love is notof the moon. To-morrow— ANGELA. ‘* And to-morrow and to-morrow.” Speak not that idle word ! SIR PERCY, What of this chaplain ? ANGELA. What of your guardian ? Sir PERCY. Curses of hell ! ANGELA. Hush ! hush ! sweet words must come from such sweet lips. Sirk PERCY. What shall I do? ANGELA. You leave your fate already in my hands? Nay, but once married, you'll be master then ! S…
1907 · PDF PAGE 158
… they swallow, And swamp in the gloom, Where Eternities follow Their biers to their tomb. ORPHEUS. O Mother, O hollow Sweet heart of the moon ! O matchless Apollo That granted the tune ! Time’s children follow The strings that commune With Nature well cloven that comes to the lyre’s lilt silver-hewn. O bays of the wind, And shoreland of Thrace! O beaten and blind In the light of my face ! Heaven thunders behind, Hell shakes for a space, As I fling the loud sound to the sky, and the vaults of the Earth give place. O mystical tune Of a magic litt…
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…od, And corn and green grass and sweet flowers and fruits most heavenly-hued ! Borne skyward in swoon By arrowy hours, Girt round of the:moon And the girdling flowers, The-sun for a boon, Sweet, kisses 'of showers, My soul is caught up In thy green-hearted waves. I drink at the cup Of thy sweet valley graves. My spirit may sup Slow tunes in thy caves. O hide me, thy child, in thy bosom, that the heart in me yearns to and craves. Most virginally sprung In the shadow of light, Eternally young, A magical sight, Wandering among Day, twilight, and n…
1907 · PDF PAGE 236
…ve hearts, and cool eyes, and only under the stars by one who hath|trembling lips! I will put a live coal upon drunken of the dew of the moon. Under the stars will I go forth, my brothers, and drink of that lustral dew: I will return, my brothers, when I have seen God face to face, and read within those eternal eyes the secret that shall make you free. END OF your lips, and flowers upon your eyes, and a sword in your hearts, and ye also shall see God face to face. Thus shall we give back its youth to the world, for like tongues of triple flame …
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… taking its pure part Of that voluptuous heart Of hidden happiness ! 2. Arise, strong bow of the young child Eros ! (While the maddening moonlight, the memoried caress Stolen of the scented rose Stirs me and bids each racing pulse ache, ache !) Bend into an agony of art Whose cry is ever rapture, and whose tears For their own purity’s undivided sake Are molten dew, as, on the lotus leaves Silver-coiled in the Sun Into green-girdled spheres Purer than all a maiden’s dream enweaves, Lies the unutterable beauty of The Waters. Yea, arise, divinest …
1907 · PDF PAGE 183
…ave, In flames of fine fire that bedew the deepest Tartarean cave ! [/voking HECATE] O triple form of darkness! Sombre splen- dour! Thou moon unseen of men! Thou huntress dread ! Thou crownéd demon of the crownless dead! O breasts of blood, too bitter and too tender ! Unseen of gentle spring, Let me the offering Bring to thy shrine’s sepulchral glittering ! I slay the swart beast ! I bestow the bloom Sown in the dusk, and gathered in the gloom Under the waning moon, At midnight hardly lightening the East; And the black lamb from the black ewe’s…
1907 · PDF PAGE 67
… : ’— The gentle child looked up and smiled And kissed me frank and straight. The night was dark, the stars were few :— Should love need moon or star? Let him decide who wins a bride The peer of Katie Carr. X. NORAH. NorAH, my wee shy child of wonderment, You are sweeter than a swallow-song at dusk ! You are braver than a lark that soars and tfills His lofty laughter of love to a hundred hills ! You lie like a sweet nut within the husk Of my big arms ; and uttermost content I have of you, my tiny fairy, eh? Do you live in a flower, I wonder, an…
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…OVE-SONGS 63 Closer and closer through the dusk of sense Avails the monotone omnipotence. Steady, in one crescent tune, Rises the virgin moon 3 And from the depth of eyes flooded with love Shines ecstasy thereof. Words pass and are not heard. The ear, awake Only for its master’s individual sake, Strains only for three whispered songs, Hears naught beside, interprets silence so, Till liquid melodies of music flow “T love you.” We afford to wait; who longs That knows ? is full. And we know; for the moon Steals in the ambient aura of delight That …
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…t bid my purpose kneel, Nor thine retire : I probe the scar Of self, the goddess keen and real Supreme within the naked wheel Of sun and moon and star and star, And find her but the ambient coil, Imagination’s avatar, A Buddha on his nenuphar Elaborate of Indian toil ; A mockery of a self; outrun Its days and dreams, its strength and spoil, As runs the conquering counterfoil. Thou art not ; thou the moon and sun, Thou the sole star in trackless night, The unguessed spaces one by one That mask their Sphinx, the horizon: Thou, these ; and one abo…
1907 · PDF PAGE 148
…unes. We come, we greener hills, and rend the sky, With happier chorus and the songs that die Or mix their subtle joy and being with the moon’s. We come, we pine-clad steeps, we feathery slopes, With footfalls softer than tne antelope’s. We listen and obey: the sacred slumberer swoons More tranced than deacn in this far follow- ing, Careless of winter, not invoking spring ; And all the witless woods company us and sing. But not the glades by song of thee unstricken ? Not they? Shall they refuse the pulse to quicken, Soft smiting the low melody …