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…lips we lie, Tender hands touching, hearts in tune to die, With willing kiss reluctant to let go; So sweet love’s last enduring sigh For sleep, so sure, so slow. Sleep, 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.
1899 · PDF PAGE 224
…ooms of fruitless kisses, Clear and sweet as the stars of night; In our Eden no serpent hisses; Time and the gods have lost their spite; Sleep descends with her tender might; Love goes down into sleep’s abysses, Lapped in its waves of moving light.
1899 · PDF PAGE 154
…the thunder and the bitter strife Of warring flames and tempest’s wrath, we came And fiung ourselves within, and laid us down At last to sleep; and Sleep, a veined shape Of naked stateliness, came down to us, And tenderly stooped down, and kissed our brows.
1899 · PDF PAGE 113
…eps over them A crown of light! Behold! The white seas touch the gold, And flame like flowers of fire about the prow. It is the hour for sleep, Lulled by the moveless deep To sleep, sweet wife, to sleep! Yes, kiss me now!
1899 · PDF PAGE 198
…y, shivering, while reluctant stars, Between swart masses of thick clouds that close, Drive with drooped plumes their wingéd cars Toward sleep, the scythe of woes. Woes, woes in Spring. Ere summer deepeneth The pink of roses to a purpler tint; Ere ripening corn shafts back the sudden glint Of sunshine that brings healing with the breath Of western winds that sigh, and hint _ Of sleep, twin soul with death. Death, death ere dawn. The night is over dark, Trees are grown terrible, the shadows wan Make shudder all the tense desires of man ; No glea…
1899 · PDF PAGE 161
LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 139 Not as when sunlight strikes the counterpane, Half wakening, sleep rolls back her iron wave, And dawn brings blithesomeness ; Not as when opiates lull the tortured brain And sprinkle lotus on the drowsy grave Of earth’s old bitterness; But as when consciousness half rouses up And hurls back all the gibbering harpy crowd ; And sleep’s draught deepeneth, And all the furies of hell’s belly sup In the brain’s palaces, and chant aloud Songs that foretaste of Death. Maddened, the brain breaks from beneath the goad, Flings of…
1899 · PDF PAGE 167
…till as death, The breezes swoon for very bliss, The sacrament of true love's kiss Accomplishes: I feel a pain Stab my heart through and sleep again, And I am in thine arms for ever. * * * ° e There came a tutor, who had never Known the response of love to love; He wandered through the woods above The river, and came suddenly Where he lay sleeping. Purity And joy beyond the speech of man Dwelt on his face, divinely wan. “ How beautiful is sleep!” he saith. Bends over him. There is no breath, No sound, no motion: it is death. And gazing on the h…
1899 · PDF PAGE 46
… fellows, will ye follow Jephthah? Hail! SOLDIERS. We follow Jephthah to the death. All hail! JEPHTHAH. Go then, refresh yourselves, and sleep to-night. I will send messages to their dread lord Demanding his fell purpose, threatening ‘ My present aid to you with men of valour Chosen of all your tribes, and charging him As he loves life, and victory, to content His army with their present brief success, Lest he pass by the barrier of our suffering, And find our wrath no broken sword, and find Despair more terrible than hope. Go now. A SOLDIER. W…
1899 · PDF PAGE 178
…nd Man, divine. I know not all I say, but through it all Mark the dim hint of ultimate sunshine ! Remember me for this! And when I go To sleep the last sleep in the slumberous snow, Let child and man and woman yet recall One little moment that I loved you so! Let some high pinnacle my tombstone be, My epitaph the murmur of the sea, The clouds of heaven be fleeces for my pall, My grave one thought within the hearts of ye. Without much strength but ever unafraid I sang to boy and man, to wife and maid ; And my last whisper was, “ Though shadows f…
1899 · PDF PAGE 220
198 MYSTERIES: Wake from the innocent dear sleep Of childhood’s life: An English maiden must not weep To be a wife. So shall our love bridge space, and bring The tender breath Of sun and moon and stars that sing To gladden Death. I see your cheek grow pale and cold, Then flush above. Kiss me; I know that I behold The birth of Love.
1899 · PDF PAGE 236
…er year, will be true now we are speaking of heaven. Breezes caress me and creep Over the world to admire it; Sweet air shall sigh me to sleep, Softly my lips shall respire it, Lying half-closed with a kiss ready for who shall desire it.
1899 · PDF PAGE 243
…ns that you loved have taken you, And we who love you will not weep. Shall we begrudge? Your last look saw sky blue; You will be glad to sleep. Your pure names (thine renowned, yours fresh with youth And full of promise) shall be kept Still in our hearts like mirrors of the truth, As if you had not slept.
1899 · PDF PAGE 193
…ed on each other so deep ; Only the light of them flushes our being, Fills us with music and silence, but seeing Love, and the vision of Sleep.
1899 · PDF PAGE 189
…s worms caress thee and control. Nay, but alone, intolerably alone, Alone, as here, thy carrion soul shall swelter, Yearning in vain for sleep, or death, or shelter ; No release possible, no respite known, Self-damned, without a friend, thy eternal place Sweats through the painting of thy harlot’s face. At the hour of the eclipse, Wednesday, Dec. 28.
1899 · PDF PAGE 78
56 JEPHTHAH. To sleep. But look toward the southern sky; It is my father. Let us go to him, Maidens, with song and gladness of full hearts. SEMICHORUS OF MAIDENS I. The conqueror rides at last To home, to love; The victory is past, The white-wing dove Sails through the crystal air of eve with a pzan deep and vast. Jephthah! SEMICHORUS OF MAIDENS II. Forth, maidens, with your hands White with new lilies ! Forth, maidens, in bright bands, Virgins whose one sweet will is To sing the victory of our God in all sky-girdled lands! Elohim! SEMICHORUS I…
1899 · PDF PAGE 160
138 MYSTERIES: DREAMS. HAT words are these that shudder through my sleep, Changing from silver into crimson flakes, And molten into gold Like the pale opal through whose gray may sweep A scarlet flame, like eyes of crested snakes, Keen, furious, and too cold. What words are these? The pall of slumber lifts ; The veil of finiteness withdraws, The night Is heavier, life burns low: Yet to the quivering brain three goodly gifts The cruelty of Pluto and his might In the abyss bestow: Change, foresight, fear. The pageant whirls and boils, Restricted …
1899 · PDF PAGE 169
…. Within a body dead a deadened brain Beats with the burden of a shameful! pain, The sullen agony that dares to think, And think through sleep, and wake to think again. Fools! bitter fools! Our breaths and kisses seem Constrained in devilry, debauch, and dream : Lives logged in the morass of meat and drink, Loves dipped in Phlegethon, the perjured stream.
1899 · PDF PAGE 157
…ath’s bright chalice draineth Of blood-red wine that staineth The brow of love with light. World in thy music fadeth To what is scarce a sleep, Life’s darkest shadow shadeth Memories that chide and weep, Only delights grow clearer, More exquisite and nearer, And new life-arteries leap To fresh loves, into being, From blindness into seeing, Beyond God’s mountains steep. The words of promise 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…
1899 · PDF PAGE 69
…ies and seas from blackest night Unfurled, twin sapphires set with gold, And tumult of the boisterous deep Roared from its slow ungainly sleep, And flocks of heaven were driven to fold, Then rose the walls of Israel] steep, For in His promise we behold The sworded Sons of glory leap Our tribes in peace to keep. 47
1899 · PDF PAGE 183
LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 161 ODE TO POESY. NTO what likeness shall I liken thee, O moon-wrought maiden of my dewy sleep? For thou art Queen of Thoughts, and unto me Sister and Bride ; the worn earth’s echoes leap Because thy holy name is Poesy. Whereto art thou most like? Thou art a Dian, crescent o’er the sea That beats sonorous on the craggy shore, Or shakes the frail earth-dyke. So calm and still and far, that never more Thy silken song shall quiver through the land ; Only by coral isle, by lonely strand Where no man dwells, thy voice re-wakens…