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… boil, Now there runs singing to its breast a brook ; Now it flows gently to a little nook Where I once rested—Ah ! I clench my hand And turn away with yet undaunted look, Setting my face toward the distant land That must lie somewhere far beyond this world of sand. About me are the bones of many men Who turned to God their rapt adoring eyes, And cast away the love within their ken For this vague treasure-house beyond the skies— Whither I turn, like a dumb beast that dies, A wistful look, and breathe a dumb complaint. Lo ! they have cast away t…
1898 · PDF PAGE 17
I put my Christ away ; and turn my brow Towards the south stedfastly ; my feet must go Some journey of despair. I dare not turn To meet the sun ; I will not follow him : Better to pass where sand and sulphur burn, And days are hazed with heat, and nights are dim With some malarial poison. Better lie Far and forgotten on some desert isle, Where I may watch the silent ships go by, And let them share my burden for awhile. Let me pass out beyond the city gate Where I may wander by the water still, And see the faint few stars immaculate Watch their …
1898 · PDF PAGE 94
…e Name. Remorse and terror banished By pitying lovers, Who from my eyes have vanished, (The Lidless Eye discovers), Repenting souls that turn, Whose hearts with pity burn For me, who now discern Their love around me hovers. Their love wards from my head The furious hate Of those loves doubly dead That may not pass the gate : 84
1898 · PDF PAGE 52
…o whisper wickedness, o’erheard of none, And stealthily to follow on my track, And cloke my lifted eyes with suffocating black. Vainly I turn to seek him, for my eyes Are dimmed with saltness never born of brine ; Vainly I fight the air, he sneers, and lies, And laughs at all this agony of mine, And chills my heart, and desecrates the shrine Where Love his holy incense used to burn, And mocks those thoughts, those songs, those looks divine 42
1898 · PDF PAGE 84
…re cut by an angel whose sword is unceasingly drawn, Glitters, and bids them fall back as if struck by the eye of the morn. Would he but turn he should see a woman laid naked before him, 74
1898 · PDF PAGE 53
While his lewd visage no man may discern, And baffling darkness hides his terror if I turn. Fighting and falling ever, weariest Even of beating off the tempter’s blows, Struggling in vain to what one hopes the best, A distant river over many snows, On whose green bank the purple iris glows, And the anemone in some wild cleft, And the white violet, and the briar rose, And the blue gentian from the heavens reft— Lo ! ’Twas that golden bank but yester morn I left. O river where we dwelt ! Your summer sward Whereon we lay, two kings of earth and ai…
1898 · PDF PAGE 63
… tether, Dissolving all my woe into one sea of weather. So I am ready to assume the Cross, Start on my journey with the last word said ; Turn my back resolute on dung and dross, And face the future with no twitch of dread, But dare to converse with the holy dead, And taste the earnest of the church’s bliss. Love, God be with you ! He is overhead And watches us, that nothing be amiss— Love ! our hearts bleed as one in the last lingering kiss. 53
1898 · PDF PAGE 55
…, where desolation ends, There is a water of serenest blue ; And by it stands, as patient and as true As in the past, his form to whom I turn, And break my bondage and would touch anew His holy lips ; my body and spirit yearn ; He fades away, and fires of Hell within me burn. Still, as I journey through the waste, I see A silver figure more divine arise ; The Christ usurps the horizon for me, And He requickens the forgotten skies ; His golden locks are burning on my eyes, And He with rosy finger points the way, The blood-wrought mystic path of …
1898 · PDF PAGE 49
… away, most like a wounded dove, Only the drops were mine its bosom bled, Now the last time it hovers by my head : “ Now the last time I turn and go to her.” The violet smiled at him : his fingers fair Plucked the sweet blossom to his breast ; his eyes Mused like delight, and like desire were wise. There was a maiden like the sun, to whom His footsteps turned amid the myriad 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 o…
1898 · PDF PAGE 24
…a bank of cloud, Thrice his own size ? And I whose life has been [Cry without.] One bitter fight with nature and myself To find Him out, turn, terrible, to-night [Cry without.] To see myself—myself—myself. [Cry without.] Hush ! Hark ! Methought I heard a cry. The seamew wails 14
1898 · PDF PAGE 59
And not found Truth. So he would be a saint Whose skeleton lies here because his soul did faint ! I will not turn toward Sodom any more, Lest its ripe glades of fruit waft up their scent, And draw me to them, what time heavens pour Brimstone and fire from out the firmament, And all my substance in its fall be spent ; Lest I lie there beneath a barren sea Forgotten of high God, until there went The final trumpet of the dead, who flee Vainly that fearful blast of judgment. Woe is Me ! My feet, in spite of me, in circles bend ; I meet my own track…
1898 · PDF PAGE 71
…niest blade Of Grass whose frailties ’scape the passing maid, Whose light foot brushes fern and moss ? But Love Comes a thief to men who turn toward things above 61