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WHEAT AND WINE. CLEAR, deep, and blue, the sky Is silvered by the morn, And where the dewdrop’s eye Catches its brilliancy Strange lights and hues are born : I have seen twelve colours hover on a single spray of thorn. There is a great grey tower Cut clear against the deep ; In the sun’s wakening hour I think it has the power To touch the soul of sleep With its tender thought, and bid me to awake for joy—and weep. This night I am earlier, No drowsy thought drew nigh 77
1898 · PDF PAGE 111
Your faith wax firmer than a ship at sleep On the grey deep, Anchored in some most certain anchorage From ocean’s rage ; Your patience stand when mountains shake and quail Before the gale Of God’s great tribulation. Make thee sure Thou canst endure. And work, work ever, sleep not, gird thy head With garlands red Of blood from swollen veins forced in bitter toil To win some spoil Of knowledge from the caverns of the deep. So shall the steep Pathways of heaven gleam with loftier fires Than earth’s desires. So shalt thou conquer Space, and lastly …
1898 · PDF PAGE 48
…ebbles shine ; she guessed it frail And perfect, with pure wings, like silver pale. So there, behind the leaves and stems, her lids Grew deep with veins of love, and Bassarids Racing the dim woods through, beheld her face, Whispered together, and desired the place. The grey was blushing in the Eastern sky When there drew near a child of poesy With full lips very tender, and grave eyes Where deep thoughts dwelt in some delicious wise. He looked upon the lilies, and a tear Dropped on their blossom ; but a little fear Came to the bosom of the viol…
1898 · PDF PAGE 107
The censer swings to slower time, The darkness falleth deep : My eyes, so solemn and sublime, Relent, and close, and weep : And on the silence, like a chime, I heard the wings of Sleep. 97
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…, While o’er the shrinking dale The insatiable gale Roars with unconquered and impassive might. Their robes of snow they rend, And their deep voices blend With tempest, like that angry Amphitrite, His hair blown wild and loose On windy Syracuse, Lashing the waves with words of wrath, a terror of bright light. Here the thick snowflakes fall, Till mountain in their pall, 55
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…T. APART, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered : The silence of deep height was drawn A veil across the silver dawn On holy wings that hovered. The music of three thoughts became The beauty, that is one white flame, The justice that surpasses shame, The victory, the splendour, The sacred fountain that is whirled From depths beyond that older world A new world to engender. The kingdom is extended. Night Dwells, and I contemplate the sight 9
1898 · PDF PAGE 95
…guard my steps, to bare The veil inviolate. The visions leave me now ; I sink to sleep ; Calm and content my brow, My eyes are large and deep. The morning shall behold On feet and plumes of gold My spirit soon enfold The flocks on heaven’s steep. Refreshed, encouraged, lightened, Sent on the Way Whose Sun and Star have brightened From dawning into day, I set my face, a flint, Toward where the holy glint Of lamps affords the hint That leads me—where it may. 85
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…ve, is like that which is below ; and that which is below is like that which is above. HERMES TRISMEGISTUS. THAT which is highest as the deep Is fixed, the depth as that above : Death’s face is as the face of Sleep ; And Lust is likest Love. So stand the angels one by one Higher and higher with lamps of gold : So stand the shining devils ; none Their brightness may behold. I took my life, as one who takes Young gold to ruin and to spend ; I sought their gulfs and fiery lakes, And sought no happy end. 21
1898 · PDF PAGE 104
…he Holy Ghost ; I see the angel figures bow On heaven’s silent coast. Eternity, a wheel of light, And Time, a fleece of snow, I saw, and deep beyond the night, The steady mystic glow Of that lamp’s flame unearthly bright That watches Earth below. Long avenues of sleepy trees And bowers arched with love, And kisses woven for a breeze, And lips that scarcely move, Save as long ripples on the seas, That murmur like a dove. I saw the burning lips of God Set fast on Mary’s face, 94
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…m, Here in the flower-land, where I lie and dream And understand the silence of the bird ; My sorrow and my weakness are interred In the deep water where the pebbles gleam. I rouse the force persistent of my will To compel matter to the soul’s desire, To make Heaven aid the mind that would aspire To touch its borders, and to drink their fill At those far fountains whence one drop of dew Descends upon my head from yonder blue. 26
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…rs may shed a trembling tear. And summer breezes whisper melodies Of pity. Lay them there, and when the sky Opens a lingering eyelash of deep cloud, And the sea sparkles out from under it To kiss the earth into awakening From the dream-slumbers that its fancies weave— Fancies of starlight on the lucent sea Gleaming from wide horizon to the feet Of Cynthia’s bow, all silver-shot with fire, That virgin flame that lingers evermore 32
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…ms set under me Lifted my spirit through the air Beyond the wide supernal sea, Beyond the veil of vair. God said : My ways are sweet and deep ; The sceptres and the swords thereof Change : for Death’s face is fair as Sleep ; And Lust is clean as Love. I slept upon His breast ; and Death Came like Sleep’s angel, and I died, And tasted the Lethean breath. There was a voice that cried : 23
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I said : the height is as the deep, Twin breasts of one white dove ; Death’s face is as the face of Sleep, And Lust is likest Love. And with my blood I forced the door That guards the palaces of sin ; I reached the lake’s cinereous shore ; I passed those groves within. My blood was wasted in her veins, To freshen them, who stood like death, Our Lady of ten thousand Pains With heavy kissing breath. I said : Our Lady is as God, Her hell of pain as heaven above ; Death’s feet, like Sleep’s, with fire are shod, And Lust is likest Love. Our Lady cru…
1898 · PDF PAGE 50
He kissed the blossom, and bent very low, And put it to her lips—and even so His lips were set on them ; the flower sighed For deep delight, and in the long kiss died. Years fled and faded, yet a flower was seen Gracious and comely in its nest of green, And tender hands would water it and say “ O happy sister, she that went away ! “ For she brought back my lover to my heart, And knew her work was perfect, and her part Most perfect when she died between the breath, And in the bridal kisses kissed to death.” So grew the newer blossom and was glad…
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… books. Thine was the hand that guided me By moor and mountain, vale and lea, And led me to the sudden sea That lies superb, remote, and deep, vi
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… Yet all the while he whirls a stealthy sweep Narrower, nearer, where the wave is steaming With the slight spray tossed from that funnel deep 29
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…y the fires of Hell That my wild brain imagines everywhere, Roaring and raging round with red infernal glare. The yellow sand toward the deep sky extends : A dusky mirage would confuse my view ; 44
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…yriad bloom Of flowers and leafy pathways of the wood, Where, in a dell of roses white, she stood. He came to her and looked so dear and deep Into her eyes, the wells and woods of sleep, And took the violet from his breast, and stood A glad young god within the golden wood. 39
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…heaves With the slow murmur of the sea, half lost In the last rustle of forgotten leaves. Over the bridges pass the throngs ; the sound, Deep and insistent, penetrates the mist— I hear it not, I contemplate the wound Stabbed in the flanks of my dear silver Christ. He hangs in anguish there ; the crown of thorns Pierces that palest brow ; the nails drip blood ; There is the wound ; no Mary by Him mourns, There is no John beside the cruel wood ; I am alone to kiss the silver lips ; I rend my clothing for the temple veil ; My heart’s black night m…