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1909 · PDF PAGE 35

Clouds Without Water

Xx XI To-morrow is the day when Christ our Lord Were you a shop-girl and myself a clerk, Rose from the dead; therefore, the shopsare shut. Things might be better — we could surely meet Men may get drunk, or syphilized, or bored, With due umbrellas in the dripping Park Robbed, murdered, or regenerated — but ! And decorously spoon upona seat. But they must not get letters, be amused, This is the penalty one pays for rank Or do a thing they want to do till Monday; And fortune ! Ah, my Lola, I am dying Whence comes the universally-diffused And mad …

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1909 · PDF PAGE 81

Clouds Without Water

…ense culled from German Atheistic philosophy, in these poems. A wicked philo- sopher is far more dangerous than a mere voluptuary, Doomisday. — An affected archaism for the Day of Judgment. How can the writer dare to speak of this great day, on which he shall be damned for ever? “ For he that believeth not 1s condemned already, Mother. — Nature. How true would be these striking words, if only for “ the love-taught magus, the hermaphrodite ” with all its su- perstition, blasphemy, and obscenity, one were to write “ The Christ-saved sinner, broug…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 30

Clouds Without Water

Lonely, o life, art thou when circumstance Occult or open keeps us twain apart! Lamenting through the dreary day there dance Anaemic thoughts; the bruised and bloodless heart Beats as if tired of life, as I am tired Who all these days have never seen your face, Nor touched the body that my soul desired, Nor have inhaled the perfume of the place That you make sweet —- black dogs of doubt and fear Howl at my heels while care plies whip and spur, Driving me down to the dull damned dead sphere Where is no sight or sound or scent of Her Our Lady Dia…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 44

Clouds Without Water

…ten ! How our hearts romp ! Whatever we may say, Have never adoubt, Lord, that it’s all thanksgiving! If Thou dost thus for people every day, How very easy Thou must make a living ! We would be like Thee! if we had the power We would fill all folk with supernal blisses, Breed life's sweet briar to the tull June flower And on their praises feed our proper kisses. For as you said '’ However kind the gods are, We could be kinder yet I think the odds are ”.

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1909 · PDF PAGE 42

Clouds Without Water

… Hitherto The Lord hath helped us. Give Him duly praise (As I have given Him for making you). Pray not, ask not for wealth and length of days Or even for wisdom, lest one day you find That you are saddled with some thousand grooms (You bear the case of Solomon in mind!) All in frock-coats and helmeted (with plumes) — A scarcely pleasant prospect! Just give thanks O Lord, for what we have received, Amen! And then if Jordan overflows his banks, Our vines increase, and one seed turns to ten, Keep on thanksgiving! Even if things go wrong, Howls are…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 41

Clouds Without Water

…ld not credit Fate, Even in my arms close cuddled as you lay With hard-shut eyes and lips inebriate With their own kisses all this happy day. Nay, but blaspheming you put hope aside, Bade me forget you, swore yourself a liar, Smiled through the words because you knew you lied Knew that — what waters can put out our fire? So we amused ourselves with cunning brisk Careful arrangements to forget each other, You cut that love-curl from your neck at risk ‘ Of comment — at the slightest — from your mother. You gave it me — God forget me, dear girl, W…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 26

Clouds Without Water

… Shakes his black mane of pines, and roars for prey. Heave all his bristling flanks of barbéd iron! Fiesh thy red hunger on the bleeding day, O tanreéd night ! till from thy mother maw We wrench the lion child of wonder and awe! — 26 — IX This wine is sovereign against all complaints. This is the wine the great king-angels use To inspire the souls of sinners and of saints Unto the deeds that win the world or lose. One drop of this raised Attis from the cead ; One drop of this, and slain Osiris stirs; One drop of this; before young Horus fled Th…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 43

Clouds Without Water

…ing me!) and I can promise you You will awake to more divine delights ‘Than ever in the world you guessed or knew. Stick to it! One fine day you'll find on waking ing! Me in your arms, and — oh! your body aching: — 6 —

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1909 · PDF PAGE 48

Clouds Without Water

…sdom of the saints of old Who know that what divinely is begun Glows from dawn's grey to noon’s deliberate gold Darkens to crimson — and day's race is run. For us the glamour of the dawn suborning, We escape the enervating heat of noon : We hear Astarte for Adonis mourning, And close our lover’s calendar at June. Ah, Lola! but we suffer. Hell's own worm Aches less than this, and hath an earlier term.

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1909 · PDF PAGE 65

Clouds Without Water

…inx with eyes of jade and jaws of steel? Let me rise up to kneel to you and pray! I hate this hell of agony supine. You killed her yesterday ; kill me to-day; Let me not hang like Christ ! Now snap my spine: Surely you know the trick — when from your lips I see a thin chill stream of stark black blood Trickling, the stream ofhate that glows and grips My lesser life within its sickening flood. Be pitiful, and end your cruelty ! Suck out the life of me, that I may die! an { O.f —— V O brooding vampire, why art thou arisen? Why art thou so unquiet…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 66

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… Loose me! You dare not. Take your eyes away! You dare not. O you laugh! Youtrust your power There you are wrong — but had you turned to-day I would have murdered you within the hour. Yes! you do well — you know the dreadful weight Pale silence sheds, not Atlas could uplift. You know the spell to conquer love and hate, To win the world and win it at a gift. You are afraid of that then — had you spoken You fear the spell upon me had been broken!

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1909 · PDF PAGE 7

Clouds Without Water

…Surely we who await the Advent of our bles- sed Lord are emboldened to trust that this fren- zy of wickedness is a sure sign of the last days ; that He will shortly come — whose fan is in His hand, wherewith He shall throughly purge His floor — and take us His saints — however failing and humble we may be — to be with Him in His glory for ever and ever, while those who have rejected Himburn in eternal torment, with wailing and gnashing of teeth, in that Lake of Fireand Brimstone trom which — thank God! He in Hisinfinite mercy hath delivered us.…

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