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…over swoons, and slakes Her body’s thirst of love. This night no dewfall from the blue !— Unless my Alice be the dew. This night—O never dawn shall crest The world of wakening, Because my lover has my breast On hers for dawn and spring. This night shall never be withdrawn— Unless my Alice be the dawn. 47
…r to fold, On its own calyx rolled At night, in June ! One kiss, like dewfall, drawn A veil o’er leaf and lawn— Mix night, and noon, and dawn, Dew, flower, and moon ! One kiss, intense, supreme ! The sense of Nature’s dream And scent of Heaven Shewn in the glint and gleam Of the pure dawn’s first beam, With earth for leaven ; Moulded of fire and gold, Water and wine to fold Me in its life, and hold !— In all but seven ! 39
…ere. O fairest, O rose among roses ! O flower of the innermost fire ! O tune of my soul that encloses All life, the tempestuous lyre ! O dawn of my dawn that reposes and darts in desire ! And death and its portals are rifted, Life listens our kisses that weep ; Love hears, and his measure is shifted, Grows solemn and deadly and deep ; Love’s ship droops its sails and is drifted in silence to sleep. 51
…pe, Thorns roseless spring. Nay ! There is no escape :— The yawning portals gape, The orbéd ring As by a whirlpool drawn Into that devil-dawn :— I sink and shriek and fawn Upon the thing. The Editor regrets that he is unable to publish this verse. 7
O fearful firstling dove ! My dawn and spring of love, Love’s light and lure ! Look (as I bend above) Through bright lids filled thereof Perfect and pure, Thy bloom of maidenhood. I could not : if I could, I would not : being good, Also endure ! Cruel, to tear or mar The chaliced nenuphar ; Cruel to press The rosebud ; cruel to scar Or stain the flower-star With mad caress. But crueller to destroy The leaping life and joy Born in a careless boy From lone distress. 37
…k foliage that clusters Round your face as a rosebud withdrawn, New splendour springs carmine and lustres Your cheeks with the coming of dawn, Love’s light as an army that musters its plumes—and is gone. For fear as a fountain, that trembles With wind, is arisen, and hides The light of your love, and dissembles The roar of the passionate tides ; Though a flickering flame it resembles, love is, and abides. 49
… her face ; All the white lilies of the sea shone splendid Where the blue veins afforded them a space ; Like to the shapely fragrance of dawn’s shrine She gleamed through mist, enchanting, Erycine. 24
…? I garbed me as a priest And moved towards my Host—on God I feast ! We lay in naked chastity, caressed Child-like or dreaming, till the dawn repressed Our sighs : that nuptial yet hath never ceased. That was the best : far sundered by the tide Dolorous, endless as Oceanus, A serpent-river girdling the large earth, Still in that pure embrace we bring to birth A thousand pleasant children born of us, Sacred and sinless, if unsanctified. 76
…eadland fall behind our barque, Wrapped in shrine-shadow of love’s central mind ! We are alone to-day on the strange sea, Divider of the dawn’s divinity From sunset’s splendour : our eternal noon Of love recks little of eternity— And though the moon is dying, ourselves may swoon, One deathless shape of the large-breasted moon. 66
…nd with mere kisses sucked her soul away, And made my banquet of immortal dew, Demanding nothing but to minister To her desire until the dawn grew grey. 69