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…an been destroyed in the daylight, Man whom the night could not quell ? What angel fled weeping away ? There in the East there extends a white light devouring the grey light, There the sun rises and brings hope with the dawn of the day, Silence hides certainty—surely voices of angels that pray, Surely the sound of delight, and of praise, and unspeakable glory Rings in the wind like a bell, and wakes the white air of the lea, All the bright sea is aflame, and the caps of it, golden or hoary, Leap in the light of the sun, in the light of the eyes…
1898 · PDF PAGE 119
…t by the heart of desire, One sharp in the hand of the lord ; To these that sink, sleep, and expire, your welcome accord. With winds and white seas for your raiment Your stature immutably stands : My love, with no claim, as a claimant Came seeking out truth in the sands, Found truth, and must place in poor payment this book in your hands. 109
1898 · PDF PAGE 19
…ep 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 115
…s ; So measure and meaning are shifted to fashion a rose. The garland I made in my sorrow Was woven of infinite peace ; The joy that was white on the morrow Made music of viols at ease ; The thoughts of the Highest would borrow the roar of the seas. This pastime of hope and of labour Fled singing through bountiful hours, With sleep for a bride, for a neighbour 105
1898 · PDF PAGE 67
…loudy canopy, And tore from underground The lake’s immense profound, And clad the mountains now with this faint snow embroidery. Now the white flakes decrease, Wastwater lies in peace, Kissed by the breezes where the wind once bit ; Gable alone doth stand, A Pyramid more grand 57
1898 · PDF PAGE 47
…. AMONG the lilies of the sacred stream There grew a violet, like a maiden’s dream, And when the wind passed over them, it stirred Their white soft petals with its quiet word. The sun looked on them and their leaves were glad ; Only the purple blossom there, that had No kindred by the stream, let fall a tear, Half wishing for the autumn of the year. But when the summer came, the violet guessed, By some slow dream that thrilled her gentle breast, That some sweet thing might come to her ; she thought Through the long days of how her dream was wro…
1898 · PDF PAGE 104
My rapt eyes grow more eager now, God smites within the host, White fires illuminate my brow Lit of the 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…
1898 · PDF PAGE 98
And on his feet I knew the sandals were More beautiful than flame, and white, And on the glory of his hair The crown of night. And I beheld his robe, and on its hem Were writ unlawful words to say, Broidered like lilies, with a gem More clear than day. And round him shone so wonderful a light As when on Galilee Jesus once walked, and clove the night And calmed the sea. I scarce could see his features for the fire That dwelt about his brow, Yet, for the whiteness of my own desire, I see him now ; Because my footsteps follow his, and tread The aw…
1898 · PDF PAGE 68
…d, or the wit Of magian shepherds built Who sought his land and spilt Blood of ten million slaves to conquer it. Clad in sparse robes of white The mountain beckons Night Her tracery of azure with the cold moon-rays to knit. Armoured with secret might I stand on earth upright, Strong in the power of Him who welded earth, Barred in the sky with steel, And breathed upon the wheel Of this vast scheme of stars, and made Him mirth In the poor dreams of us Who strive mysterious To pierce the bands of sense, and break the girth Of our own minds’ desire…
1898 · PDF PAGE 34
Behold, I stand above His head With feet made white with whitest fire, Above His forehead, that is red As blood with His Desire. I knew that Voice was more than God, And echo trembled for its trust : Sleep’s feet, like Death’s, with fire are shod, And Love is likest Lust. So I returned and sought her breast, Our Lady of ten thousand Pains ; I drank her kisses, and possessed Her pale maternal veins. I said : Drain hard my sudden breath, Be cruel for the vampire thrust ! Let Sleep’s desire be sweet as Death, And Love be clean as Lust ! I died ami…
1898 · PDF PAGE 116
…a barrier beside ; My faith beyond heaven was grounded, as God to abide. Though death be the stain on our roses, The roses of heaven are white ; Though day on the world of us closes, The stars only dream of the night As of music that roars and reposes and dies in delight. 106
1898 · PDF PAGE 32
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 117
Dead stars in the season of sighing, Lost worlds of unspeakable pain, White winds in the winter-tide dying, Or pestilence risen from rain ; So thoughts are that perish for lying and rise not again. Blue waves in the summer uncrested, New homes for the fair and the free, Bright breezes in forest-leaves nested, Sweet birds in the flowering tree ; So thoughts that by truth have been tested sing down to the sea. But weak as the flowers of summer Are the flowers that float on my stream ; My song-birds to others are dumber Than voices half heard in a…
1898 · PDF PAGE 28
…ecause the many bid them slave From dusk to dawn being poor ; and braided up The loose hair of all trees and flowers, and made Their one white light divide to red and green And violet and the hues innumerable Lesser than these, and gave man hope at last With the invariable law of death Abundant in new life, and having filled The world with music, dost demand of us “ Is my work meaningless ? ” O thou, supreme, Thou, First and Last, most inconceivable All-radiating Unity, thou sphere All-comprehensive, all-mysterious, Spirit of Life and Death, bo…
1898 · PDF PAGE 39
…. Here are few rocks whereon a ship hath peril ; No storms may ruffle its insidious stream ; Only, no fish invade its waters sterile, No white-winged birds above it glance and gleam, Only, it hath no shore, no wave, but gloom Wraps it within her womb. No sun is mirrored in its treacherous water, Only the false moon flickers and flits by Like to the bloodless phantom shape of slaughter Laughing a lipless laugh—a mockery, A ghastly memory to wake and weep —Should Sorrow let me sleep. No current draws a man, to his fair seeming, Yet all the while …
1898 · PDF PAGE 84
…ce of the night ; Sees the strong hosts that unite, a fervent implac- able river Foaming from heaven and hell, two armies of crimson and white ; Flecked is the sky with their blood shed as by sabres of light. Now they are clutching his arms, the phantoms that throng there behind him, Foul and distorted, whose sight may not on men ever dawn ; Now they entice and entreat, now strive with fresh fury to bind him, Cords that are cut by an angel whose sword is unceasingly drawn, Glitters, and bids them fall back as if struck by the eye of the morn. W…
1898 · PDF PAGE 53
… 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 air ; For whom ten thousand angels had drawn sword At our light bidding. Surely, surely, there We might float ever to the sea, and spare The dainty plumage of that perfect place. O God ! O Life ! O Dea…
1898 · PDF PAGE 49
…en 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 of sleep, And took the violet from his breast, and stood A glad young god within the golden wood. 39