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…of hell ; that of the south The songs I sung. Forget that I have trampled flowers, And worn the crown Of thorns of roses in the hours So long dropped down. Forget, O white-faced maid, that I Have dallied long In classic bowers and mystery Of classic song. Eros and Aphrodite now I can forget, Placing upon thy maiden brow Love’s coronet.
…pc. And yet—perhaps to-morrow Response and joy and tears ; A respite unto sorrow, A putting-by of fears. A hope and a beginning Of sweet long days of sinning, While graying hairs and thinning Mark the unnoticed years. A time for song and laughter, And tender tears that fall ; A time to think of after, One long sweet festival ; A time for love and gladness, For life and hope and madness, And scarce a tinge of sadness To sanctify it all. Then we may yet, together, Indwell the land of bliss ; In blue unclouded weather By some new Salmacis. A land …
…the war. | But Victory lights on the banner Of Israel like to a bird; It flaps in the air, and Hosanna! Flings up to the sky for a word! Long streams of light horsemen are flashing Through fields where the tempest was lashing, Through the pools of the battle-blood splashing, Long swords to the rout of the herd. For fighters slip down on the dying, And flying folk stumble on dead, And the sound of the pitiless crying Of slaughter is heavy and red, The sound of the lust of the slayer As fierce as a Persian’s prayer, And the sound of the loud harp…
206 MYSTERIES: Our prows with seaweed, such as wise men seek For cleansing of their altars with slow blood Wrenched from the long dark leaves, with fingers weak With age and toil; to stem the restless flood That boils between the islands; to attain The ultimate ice, where some calm hero stood And looked one last time for a sail in vain, And looking upward not in vain, lay down And died, to pass where cold and any pain Are not. So still the night is, like the crown Most white of the high God that glittereth, The stars surround the moon, and Nere…
…ll their warriors fell back a space, _ And all the air rang out with sudden cries, Seeing the death and fury of my face, And feeling the long sword sweep out and kill, Till there was won the slippery path, the place Whence I might sever the white cords, and fill The ship with tangled wreckage of the sail. All this I did, and bore the blade of ill Back, dripping blood, to thee most firm and pale Who held our rudder, all alone, and stood Fierce and triumphant in the rising gale, Bent to my sword, and kissed the stinging blood, _ While the good sh…
…eep, sleep to-night. Our arms are intertwined, Breath desires breath and hand imprisons hand, Breezes cool faces, rosy with the brand Of long sweet kisses; sun shall dawn and find Two lovers who have passed the land Of sleep—and found Death kind.
158 - MYSTERIES: The constant ripple of your long white hands, The soul-tormenting violin that speaks Truth, and enunciates all my soul seeks, And binds my love in its desirous bands, And clutches at my heart, until there stands No fibre yet unshaken, while it wreaks In one sharp song the agony of weeks, And all my soul and body understands. The music changes, and I know that here, In these new melodies, a tongue of fire Leaps at each waving of the silver spear; And all my sorrow dons delight’s attire Because the gate of Heaven is so near, And …
84 MYSTERIES: A whole long life of love. Leap high, laugh low ! I love you—so !— One kiss—and then to freedom! See the bay So far away, But not too far for love! Ring out, sharp hoof, And put to proof The skill of him that steeled thee! Freedom! Set As never yet Thy straining sides for freedom! Gallant mare! The frosty air Kindles the blood within us as we race. O love! Thy face Flames with the passion of our happy speed! The noble steed Pashes the first gold limit of the sand. Ah love, thy hand! We win, no foot pursuing spans the brow! Yes, ki…
104 MYSTERIES : PERCY. I cannot think at home. VAUGHAN. Why think, if thinking makes you sad? | PERCY. That I may write. I have not long to live, and I must write, write always. FRIEND [aside to Vaughan). Ii me semble qu’il a faim. PERCY. I am hungry for a little love, a little pity. To-night you have shown me your soul, and I am not hungry any more. VAUGHAN. | But, boy, you are starving physically. Come home with me and have some dinner. Only my daughter will be there. PERCY, You are very kind. Thank you. FRIEND [aside]. He is a gentleman. VAU…
… a use for everything, nothing is destroyed—believe so, anyhow! — FRIEND. What about this dinner of yours, Vaughan? Esmé will think us a long while gone. VAUGHAN. Hansom ! | : [Exeunt.
… woman, ruddy with the flame Of men’s blood spilt, and her uncleanly shame, And the thrice-venomous vomit of her prison. She sits as one long dead: infernal calm, Chill hatred, wrap her in their poisonous cold. She careth not, but doth disdainly hold Three scourges for man’s soul, that know no balm. They know not any cure. The first is Life, A well of poison. Sowing dust and dung Over men’s hearts, the second scourge, above All shameful deeds, is Lying, from whose tongue Drops Envy, wed with Hatred to sow Strife. These twain are bitter; but the…
…akes The law of love! O heart whose ocean breaks In sterile foam against some golden skin ! O thou whose body is one perfect prayer, One long regret, one agony of shame, Lost in the fragrance, speeding, subtle and rare, Up to the sky, an avenue of flame! My soul, thy body, know the same delight, And burn that incense still in Heaven’s despite.
…LEAZAR. Nor on the sun, lest he too eat us up. CHORUS. The heart of a man as the sea Beats hither and thither to find Ease for the limbs long free, — Light for the stormy mind,
…se spoken Flourish and flower unbroken, And for His holy token The mirror of the deep. Sing on, thou lyric lover, Sing on, and thrill me long With such delights as cover The days and deeds of wrong. Live lyre of songs immortal That pierce Heaven’s fiery portal — With shafts of splendour strong,
…ks the sand. Our folk Are naked of his counsel and defence Against the tribe of Ammon, and stand aghast; Our feeble arms sway doubtfully long swords, And spears are flung half-heartedly ; and he With warlike garrison and stronger arms _ Who might have helped us, laughs, and violence
…here pleasure seeks In vain a wiser happiness. And so Our whispers low Shall dim the utmost beauty of thy gaze Through moveless days And long nights equable with trancéd pleasure: So love at leisure Shall make his model of our clinging looks, And burn his books To write a new sweet volume deeper much, And frail to touch, Being the mirror of a gossamer Too soft and fair, This is the hour when all the world is sleeping ;_ The winds are keeping A lulling music on the frosty sea. The air is free,
…he adder none may charm. JEPHTHAH. I know it, and will not await the answer. But dawn shall see a solemn sacrifice, And solemn vows, and long swords glittering, And moving columns that shall shake the earth With firm and manly stride; and victory Most like a dove amid the altar-smoke. CHORUS. We, passing here the night in prayer, will wait And with thee offer up propitious doves, And firstling males of all the flocks of us. JEPHTHAH. Not so: but I will have you hence in haste To gather food and arms and carriages, That all our soldiers may have…
…now a captain brave and strong Shall break the fury of the thong Wherewith the sons of Ammon scourge Our country; and his war shall urge Long columns of victorious men To blackest wood and dimmest den, Wherever fugitive and slave Shall seek a refuge, find a grave; And so pursue the shattered legions
…e in profuse words, Not meaning all the lofty flight that fancy And the strong urgement of a tune discover. Be thou our judge, as Joshua long ago. JEPHTHAH. Swear by the Name unspoken that the truth Flashes between the lips that tremble thus! Ye love me not; ye fear me; ye might thrust Some petty obstacle before my hands When I would grasp your promise, and betray Your faith for fear of me. I read thy thoughts, Old man; I trust no word of thine, but these Full-hearted mourners, them will I believe Upon their oath most solemn and secure. _ But t…
…istortions of a sodden mind. God did first work on earth when womankind He chipped from Adam’s rib—a thankless task I wot His wisdom has long since repined. Christ touched the leper and the widow's son ; And thou wouldst serve the work the Perfect One _ Began, by folding arms and gazing up o heaven, as if thy work were rightly done. I tell thee, He should say, if ye were met: “Thou hadst a talent—ah, thou hast it yet Wrapped ina napkin—thou shalt drain the cup Of that damnation that may not forget “The wasted hours!” Ah, bitter interest Of our …