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…Macbeth. We lost a day ! Nor kisses, nor regret, Nor fear, nor pain, nor anything at all ! The day was lost, evanished past recall, That saw no sunrise, never saw sun set— For East and West invisibly were met In gateways neither glad nor musical Nor melancholy nor funereal. Nought is there to remember nor forget. Yet in my westward journey many hours I stole, and now must pay them back again. I plucked not one flower, but an hundred flowers ; I bore an hundred passions in my brain— King Solomon had three hundred paramours. I quite agree that ev…
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…e worlds, not men, are born and live and die, And aeons flit unnoticed as a dove. Thither I fled, busied myself with these ; When—lo ! I saw her shadow following ! In every cosmic season-tide of spring She rose, being the spring : in utter peace She was with me and in me : thus I saw Ours was not love, but destiny, and law. 25
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… cling, Each kiss burn forth, a double fiery sting Exalting us in joy foreseen to swell A mighty exultation ; it befell, However, that I saw the shadowy thing Lurk behind love, and flap a scornful wing, Seeing our honour stood a citadel. I saw the foolishness of love and saith : “ I am exalted over shame and death, But will not take my fill of death and shame.” For each kiss leaps, a more insistent breath, And adds fresh fuel to the amorous flame, Not quells it—Is not honour but a name ? 42
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…ose steady flame burned eager in the night ; Yet was some shadow on the starry throne, Some imperfection playing hoodman-blind So that I saw not perfectly aright. 29
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…light and proclaimed “ The day ! ”; Lurked in Aeaean fens to elude the ray Whose beauty might disturb me : I did shun The onyx eyes that saw me not as one Possible even for a moment’s play. Thus I was tangled in some house of hell, Giving mine own soul’s beauty up to lust, Hoping to build some fort impregnable Against my love : instead the deep disgust Of my own beasthood crushed it into dust, And left my manhood twisted in her spell. 23
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…e thing I seek?” Rape of Lucrece. There is much sorcery in the word eleven. I took my lover’s image pale and clear, Fixed in my mind ; I saw her standing near, Wooed her, conjured her by the power of heaven, Of my own mind, the Genii of the Seven, To come and live with me and be my dear, To love me in the spirit without fear ;— Leaving the body’s love to follow at even. Seemeth it not absurd ? to use the thought, The utterly divine impersonal Mind of a man, the pure, the spiritual, To such a purpose rather less than nought, A woman’s love—consi…
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… thought : plumes of my amorous quill I tickled her withal : then grave and still Waited secure : the silence grew intense. She read—and saw me but a beardless boy, Too young to fear, too gentle not to pity, Not overbold ; quite powerless to destroy Her life’s long peace, the ten-year-walléd city. Why be too cruel, check such baby joy ? She said “ I think the poem very pretty.” 34
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… trumpet-wise : he sank back into thought. “ Yes,” he said slowly, “ neither to change, nor falter, nor repent.” I moved forward, and he saw me. “ Who are you ?” he asked. “ I am travelling in the East,” I said. “ I love Man also ; I have come to see you. Who are you ?” He laughed pleasantly. “ I am the child of many prayers.” There was a pause. I stood still, thinking. Here was surely the very strangest outcast of v