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…be. The dawn is here, and on the sands Where sun first flames, I gather lilies from all lands Of sad sweet names. The Lesbian lily is of white Stained through with blood, : Swayed with the stream, a wayward light Upon the flood. The Spartan lily is of blue, With green leaves fresh ; Apollo glints his crimson through The azure mesh. The English lily is of white, All white.and clean. “There plays a tender flame of light Her flowers between. 195°
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… that peonies bask not In the sun’s dawn? Still, through the snow, it may be there is peeping Veiled from the kiss of the sun | One lone white violet, daintily sleeping, Hard to be won. So with my fairy white maiden (you hear me ?) . Winter may yet pass away ; Spring may arrive, (will it find your heart near me?) Summer may stay. Passionate roses I seek not, whose glories Now are too fierce for the spring, While the white flames of the frost flake that hoar is Flicker, on wing.
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LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. | 215 A VISION UPON USHBA. ERE in the wild Caucasian night, The sleepless years Seem to pass by in garments white, _ Made white with tears, _ A pageant of intolerable light Across the sombre spheres, And, mingling with the tumult of the morn, Methought a single rose of blood was born. Far on the iron peaks a voice Crystal and cold, Sharper than sounds the auroch’s choice O’er wood and wold, A summons as of angels that rejoice, A pzan glad and bold, A mighty shout of infinite acclaim Shrieks through the sky some dread forgo…
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LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. And lazy bosoms keep Their slumber perfect and their sorcery, While dawny winds arise, And fast the white ship flies To those young groves of olive by the shore, The spring-clad shore we seek That slopes to yonder peak Snow-clad, bright-gleaming, as the silver ore Plucked by pale fingers slow In balmy Mexico, A king on thunder throned, his diadem The ruby rocks that flash The sunlight like a lash When sunlight touches, and sweeps over them A crown of light! Behold! The white seas touch the gold, And flame like flowers of f…
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…, 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. With dancing feet, and noise Of timbrels smitten, With tears and tender joys, With songs unwritte…
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… I am free. Nay, I, This body, dead, must lie Till Thou come home again, O soaring Soul. The gates supernal roll ! Flash through them, O white-winged, white-blossom ghost ! Ah, God! for I am lost. - [Jephthah remains motionless, [Morning dawns. Enter Jared, Soldters, Prophet. SOLDIERS. . Hail, captain! We are ready now for death, Or victory, if shining wings are fain To hover over dauntless hearts. Behold Our ready bands to follow to the fray. JEPHTHAH. Welcome! hail ye this happy dawn as one
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…. _ Then all the forces of the earth shall be Untameable, a shield of Liberty. Freedom shall burgeon like a rose, While in the sky A new white sun with ardour glows On Liberty. Men shall sing merrily at work as those Who fear no more to die— Ay! and who fear no more at last to live Since man can love and worship and forgive. Then on these heights of Caucasus A fire shall dwell, Pure as the dawn, and odorous Of bud and bell; A flower of fire, a flame from Heaven to us. All triumph to foretell, A glory of unspeakable delight, A flower.like lightn…
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200 MYSTERIES: LOVE ON THE ISLAND. EEP in the woods where the ocean reaches Up to the walls of a white-sand bay, And the sea waves swing to the noise of beeches Kissed by summer night winds at play, None may look through the silver-gray Moonlit haunts, where the sea-gull screeches, And the nightingale chants the woodland way. None may see where the leaves are parted, Where the nymph and the satyr hide, Where the lips of the tender-hearted Melt for languor and pout for pride, Where the birds of the night abide, Where the songs of the wood are st…
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…n, the bride. Pure bodies are as lamps below. The shining essence, glorified With fire more cold than fresh-fallen snow, And influences, white and wide, - Descend, re-gather, kindle, grow, Till from one virgin bosom flows a river Of white devotion adamant for ever. Enter Adulah and Chorus of Matdens. ADULAH. Fathers of Israel, we are come to you With many maidens praising God, for this, The victory of my father. Happy girls! Whose brothers struck to-day for Israel, Whose fathers smote the heathen ; happiest, Ye blushing flowers, beyond your you…
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…us spirit sateth, Nor things that are or were, Nor death, nor sorrows fated, May leave their sweet abated, With thy bright spirit mated, White warden of the air.
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…Like sunlight where the wake Was wonderful with flakes of living things That leapt for joy to feel The cold exultant keel Flash, and the white ship dip her woven wings ; Nights when the moon would hold Her lamp of whitest gold To see us on the poop together set With one desire, to be Alone upon the sea And touch soft hands, and hold white bosoms yet, And see in silent eyes More stars than all the skies Together hold within their limits gray, To watch the red lips move For slow delight of love Till the moon sigh and sink, and yield her sway Unto…
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…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 ship leapt free upon the deep, And felt the feet of the resistless flood Run, and the fervour of the billo…
1899 · PDF PAGE 142
…o hide in light The sorrow of the day that was the night. So I rode slowly in the morning gray, And all the meadows with the frost -were white. And lo! between the mountains there uprose The winter sun; and all the forest glows, And the frost burns like fire before my eyes, While the white breeze awoke with slumberous sighs And stirred the branches of the pine ; it knows, It surely knows how weary are the wise. Even my horse my sorrow understands, Would turn and bear me to those western lands; In love would turn me back ; in love would bring My…
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…icy light ; The altar was of gold, and on it burnt Some ancient perfume. Then I saw myself And her together, as a priest, whose robe Was white and frail, and covered with a cope Of scarlet bound with gold. And on the head A golden crown, wherein a diamond shone, And in the diamond we beheld our self The higher priest, not clothed, but clothed upon With the white brilliance of high nakedness As with a garment. And of our self there came A voice: “Ye have attained to That which Is; Kiss, and the vision is fulfilled.” And so H 97
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…-day and to-morrow ; the winter, the spring; He bringeth us joy out of sorrow ; Jehovah is King. [Exeunt. Jephthah ts left standing with white set face. Presently tears come into his eves, and he advances, and kneels at the altar. THE END.
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… path of flowers to the end. I pray thee, God, to weapon me With this keen fire, That I may set this people free As my desire ; That the white lilies of our liberty Grow on Life’s crags still higher, Till on the loftiest peaks their blossom flower, The rampart of a people and their power.
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… be breaking By-and-by into a smile; Love, ere he springs up divine at his waking, Slumbers awhile. So, my kissed snowdrop, you took its white blossom Tenderly into your hand, Kissed it three times, wear it yet in your bosom— I understand.
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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 …
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…d I linger near thee Amid the poppies red, Forget this world, and hear thee As one among the dead, Amid the daffadillies, Red tulips and white lilies, Where daisies’ tears are shed
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…he 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.