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…RICAL AND DRAMATIC. 205 The wild night through in the devouring storm, Glistens with dew made sharp and bright with cold, — And no north wind may drive us to the warm Long-looked-for lands where day, with plumes of gold, Flaps like a lazy eagle in the air, Where night, a bird of prey divinely bold, Wings through the sky, intangible but fair, And pale with subtle passion ; and no wind Turns our prow southward, till the canvas bear No more up into it, but still behind Follow like flame, and lead our love along Into the valleys of the ocean, blind…
1899 · PDF PAGE 213
…y crests Burn where light touches them, with diamond points Of infinite far fire, save where the sea Is ebony with sleep, and though the wind Pierces the marrow, since it is the word Of the Almighty, and cuts through the air That may not stay its fury, with a cold Nipping and chill, it is not in the wind ; Nor though the thunder broke, or flashed the fire From all the circle of eternity, Were that the reason ; for thou shudderest To hear the Voice of Love; it is no voice That men may hear, but an intensest rich Silence, that silence when man wa…
1899 · PDF PAGE 247
… “ Mr. Aleister Crowley (‘Songs of the Spirit’) has a remark- able mastery of form: ‘ Like snows on the mountain, unlifted By weather or wind as it blows, In hollows the heaps of it drifted, The splendour of fathomless snows; So measure and meaning are shifted To fashion a rose.’ It is the very sound of Mr. Swinburne; and the whole book is full of it. But Mr. Crowley seems to have it by nature; his style would have been as it is supposing Mr. Swinburne had never written; at any rate, that is suggested by the ease and fluency of the measure.”—Mr…
1899 · PDF PAGE 216
…gold and black The shivering sound Rushes ; no echo murmurs back From sky or ground. In the loud agony of song The moon is still ; , The wind drops down the shore along ; Night hath her will.
1899 · PDF PAGE 242
…itten by wrath of Autumn blast; So the year, fallen from delight, still grieves Over the happy past. The year of barren summer, when the wind Blew from the south unlooked-for snow, The year when Collon, desolate and blind, Gloomed on the vale below, When logs of pinewood lit the little room, © And friendship ventured in to sit Beside their blaze, to listen in the gloom To wisdom and to wit; When we discussed our hopes, and told the stories Of happy climbing days gone by ; The stubborn battle with the cliffs, the glories Of the blue Alpine sky. …
1899 · PDF PAGE 64
…nd Soldiers. Enter Eleazar, Ahinoam, Chorus of Elders. CHORUS. The sun is past meridian. No sound Of trampling hoofs assails th’ unquiet wind, Nor trembles in the pillared echo-places, And windy corridors of pathless snow. But let us wait, expecting victory. No fugitive returns, nor messenger : They have not shocked together, or perchance The grim fight rolls its sickening tide along
1899 · PDF PAGE 234
… and pine, with young laughter, Breezes that murmur and mock Duller delights to come after, Wild as a swallow that dives whither the sea wind _ would waft her. Lower, an ocean of flowers, Trees that are warmer and leafier, Starrier, sunnier hours Spurning the stain of all grief here, Bringing a quiet delight to us, beyond our belief, here. : Lastly, the uttermost sea, Starred with the flakes of spray sunlit, Blue as its caverns that be
1899 · PDF PAGE 239
LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. Shall poisonous wind and avalanche combine To wreak swift justice, human and divine? Priests thrive on poison. Carrion Their eager teeth Tear, till the sacramental sun Its sword unsheath, And bid their horrid carnival be done, And smite beneath In their cold gasping valleys, and bid light Break the battalions of the angry night. That sword that smote from Heaven was so keen, Its silver blade No angel’s sight, no fairy’s eye hath seen, No tender maid With subtle insight may behold its sheen With light inlaid ; But God, who …
1899 · PDF PAGE 86
…und Shall be garlanded and bound With the chain of myrtle, wreathed By the fingers of the maid Each has chosen for a mate, When the west wind lately breathed Murmurs in the wanton glade Of the day that dawneth late In a maiden’s horoscope, Dawning faith and fire and hope On the spring that only knew Flowers and butterflies and dew, Skies and seas and mountains blue, On the spring that wot not of Fruit and falling leaves and love ; Never dew-dashed foreheads fair Shall salute the idle air; Never feet shall wander deep | Where the fronds of fern,…
1899 · PDF PAGE 100
…r the fear Too dimly dear Lest there come death, like passion, and fulfil Their dreams of ill! Oh! lift thy forehead to the night’s cool wind! The meekest hind That fears the noonday in her grove is bold To seek the gold So pale and perfect as the moon puts on: The light is gone. Hardly as yet one sees the crescent maid Move, half afraid, Into the swarthy forest of the air And, breast made bare, Gather her limbs about her for the chase Through starry space, And, while the lilies sway their heads, to bend _ Her bow, to send A swift white arrow a…
1899 · PDF PAGE 112
go , MYSTERIES: And, following fair and fast, The north wind drove us under such a sky, Faint with the sun’s desire, And clad in fair attire Of many driving cloudlets; and we flew Like swallows to the South. The ocean’s curving mouth Smiled day by day and nights of starry blue; Nights when the sea would shake 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…
1899 · PDF PAGE 165
…urns Incense unnamed to heaven, and yearns In smoke toward thy home. Desire Bellies the sails of molten fire Upon the ship of Youth with wind Urgently panting out behind, Impatient till the strand appear And the blue sea have ceased to rear Fountains of foam against the prow. Hail! I can vision even now That golden shore. A lake of light Burns to the sky; above, the night Hovers, her wings grown luminous. (I think she dearly loveth us.)
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…r the soul to flee, A charm for the lips to bind; And the struggle is keen as the strife to be, And the heart is tossed by the thankless wind. ELEAZAR, Nay, for a man’s sure purpose is of God. CHORUS. The large pale limbs of the earth are tanned With the sun and the sea and the yellow sand And the face of earth is dark with love Of the lords of hell and the spirits above That move in the foggy air of night, And the spirit of God, most like a dove, Hovers, and lingers, and wings his flight, Spurned and rejected and lost to sight; But we desire h…
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…er 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-player Like the wind beats to their tread. A royal triumph is waiting For the captain of Heaven’s choice, A noise as of eagles mating, A cry as of men that rejoice. For victory crowns with garlands Of fame his valour in far lands, And suns sing back to the starlands His praise with a perfect voice.
1899 · PDF PAGE 166
…he incense burns alway; So the light steam upon it lay. There thou art dwelling. I am ware The music of thine eyes and hair Calls to the wind to chase our ship Faster toward ; the waters slip Smoothly and swift beneath the keel. The pulses of the vessel feel I draw toward thee ; now the sails Hang id‘y, for the golden gales Drop as the vessel grates the sand. Come, thou true love, and hold my hand. I tremble (for my love) to land. I feel thy arms around me steal; Thy breath upon my cheeks I feel; Thy lips draw out to mine: the breath
1899 · PDF PAGE 226
…oms on the sea, The tide swells slumberous beneath our keel, The pulses of our canvas fail; and we No faint sweet summons from the south wind feel: The crimson waters of the west are pale, And bloodless arrows like a stream of steel Flash from the moon, that rises where the gale Only a day past raged; the clouds are lost In pleasant rains that ripple on the sail. The sudden fascination of the frost Touches the heavy canvas ; and there form Reluctant crystals, and the vessel, tossed
1899 · PDF PAGE 231
…ckly, and the ocean keeps The secret of my sorrow from her eyes. I will not weep; I cannot weep; I turn And watch the sail fill with the wind that sighs A little for pure pity—I discern The cowards shake with fear; the vessel springs Light to the breezes, as the golden erne That seeks a prey on its impetuous wings: The reef is past ; I crash upon the foe, And all the fury of my weapon rings On armour temperless ; the waters flow Through the dark rent within the side; I leap Back to my dead love ; back, desiring so That they had killed me, for I…
1899 · PDF PAGE 178
…rn back and look on Love again! Behold, I have seen visions, and dreamed dreams! My verses eddy in slow wandering streams, Veer like the wind, and know no certain path— Vet their worst shades are tinged with dawning beams! I have dreamed life a circle or a line, Called God, and Fate, and Chance, and 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 …
1899 · PDF PAGE 210
…eech, and seeing, Pinnacles royal and steep, queen of the arduous breast! Ye on whose icy bosom, passionate, at the sunrise, Ye in whose wind-swept hollows, lulled in the moon- rise clear, Often and oft I struggled, a child with an angry mother, Often and oft I slept, maid in a lover’s arms, Back to ye, back, wild towers, from this flat and deso- late fenland, Back to ye yet will I flee, swallow on wing to the south ; Move in your purple cloud-banks and leap your far- swelling torrents, Bathe in the pools below, laugh with the winds above, | | …
1899 · PDF PAGE 223
…Little nets that the moonlight weaves Round the limbs of a bough that cleaves Fast to the oak whose branches quiver With the kiss of the wind as its bosom heaves. Yonder, far by the gleaming border, Pale gold reaches of sunny sand Stretch their arms to the fierce marauder, The cold sweet sea with its iron hand Menacing all the fair fresh land, Where no tall cliff as a faithful warder, Guarding the coast from its wrath, may stand. Arrows born of the sunlight gleam Through the temperate world of spring, Air moves up in a sweet hot steam, Where th…