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…ean. Lola! my Lola! let our voices lifted Proclaim to all the Masters of the Aeon : We love each other! let them meditate Awhile on that glad cry, and you will see How they consult, and smile, and hint to fate That none can mar so holy a destiny. We love each other! loud and glad ; let heaven zind all the gods be deafened! Sing, O sing! We love each other! through the storm-cloud riven Let the wild anthem of our triumph ring! Hark! the glad chorus as we drag the stars In chains behind our mad colossal cars ! — 48 — IV The Thaumaturge
1909 · PDF PAGE 63
…tch me like a gross lascivious ape, And like a gloating devil’s rings the laughter. O sweet my maid, bethink yourself awhile! Recall the glad kiss and the gentle smile! —~ IOI -°
1909 · PDF PAGE 40
… venom, from the snake; The trodden worm dies duly — but forgives. The cabman asked four shillings for the job, And almost boggled at my glad ten bob! ° — 54— Oh! it was rapture and madness once again To turn our tears to kisses brimming over The mouths that never were too wide and fain For lover to hold intercourse with lover. Ah! we were owls of dusk to doubt the light, Bats to mistrust the Wolf's tail’s holy warning: ’’ Sorrow endureth maybe for a night, But joy most surely cometh in the morning ”. Joy, ay! what joy poured straight from the …
1909 · PDF PAGE 31
… eucharist, My heart is; all the pangs its foes inflict Are naught to this unutterable mist Of absence. Where's the daily sacrament, The glad devouring of your body and blood, Sweet soul of Christ, my Lola? I am rent Even as the demons from the face of God When they would peer into beatitude. I am barred from the incalculable bliss, The unutterable chrism, the soul’s food, Of you, your gaze, your word, your touch, your kiss O Gods, Fates, Fiends — whoever plays the Pope ! Lift up your curse — leave me not without hope! IT] My soul is like the s…
1909 · PDF PAGE 47
…pon your masking snows I will not raise my rod, that forth may flow Torrents of blazing lava, that shall hiss And roar, and ruin all the glad green world. I like the attack of your seducing kiss, The lashes of your love about me curled, Better than slack delight and murmuring sigh — Flowers by the road to sad satiety.
1909 · PDF PAGE 36
…draught restore Beholding mortals, they are wroth to see All lovers (that invoke the sad cold stars) Tears ; they rejoice to see a proud glad face Unto good luck : then you and I once more Master of itself and of eternity. (Though still we were forbidden word and kiss) Let us, reflecting on how dear we love, Might find a certain happiness in this. Shew laughter and courage to the gods above ! — 46 — — 47=
1909 · PDF PAGE 44
…nough to make a donkey laugh! I talk like a Dutch uncle; and you listen Like a man reading his own epitaph. But, really! Truly ! How our glad eyes glisten ! 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 th…
1909 · PDF PAGE 51
…se key is one of our blood-tainted kisses That betrays virgins to the deathless worm. Whose fume arises from the accursed sod Are we not glad thereof? Kiss, Lola, kiss, Where we lie burning an] blaspheming God. Comrade of mine in the uttermost abyss! —- 76 —-
1909 · PDF PAGE 64
…s me just once! I know this ends — as every sweet thing ends! But — say you are not angry! Ere you pounce, Forgive me! You could make me glad to die, I think, if you would only kill me kindly. Just one swift razor-stroke — cut low! — and I Would pass the portal happily and blindly, Yes! I would like to think the fountain sprang Straight from my throat and slaked your aching thirst, Shot to your hot red heart one red hot pang, Then left you cool and smiling as at first. I give you freely my heart's agony. But oh! oh! speak to me! do speak to me!
1909 · PDF PAGE 6
… would have com- promised persons of high rank, and was in any case too disgusting to publish in the press, the tragedy has not — one is glad to say in these days of yellow prurience — become matter for public comment. But the wife of the man, driven to drink and prostitution by the inhuman cruelty of his mistress —- this modern worse than Lucrezia Borgia or Mdme de Brinvilhers — and the fiancé of the girl betrayed and ruimed by her machinations, still haunt the purlieus of the