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…. ’Tis like the rain of dew That quires to the angel stars. ’Tis like a bell Rung by an holy anchoret to summon Out of the labyrinths of heaven and hell Some grave, majestic, and deep-breasted woman To bring her naked body shining, shining With flowers of heaven or flames of Phlegethon Into his hermit cell, her love entwining Into his life with spells that murmur on Black words! For one thing be you sure the same My wine is as the music of your name! Marden. Believe me, mystic maiden 0’ mine, That title shall assure the throne of heaven To you …
1909 · PDF PAGE 17
Vi ‘Thus shall men write upon our cenotaphs : “ Traitor and lecher! murderess and whore! ” The rat-faced god that lurks in heaven laughs ; There is rejoicing on the immortal shore. The angels deem us hurled from the above, Burnt out of bliss, blasted from sense and thought, Barred from the beauties of celestial love And branded with the annihilating Naught. O! pallid triumph: empty victory! When we sit smiling on the infernal thrones Starred with our utmost gems of infamy, Builded with tears, and cushioned with the groans Of these the victims o…
1909 · PDF PAGE 16
IV Our love is like a glittering sabre bloodied With lives of men; upsoared the sudden sun; The choral heaven woke; the aethyr flooded All space with joy that you and I were one. But in the dark and splendid dens of death Arose an echo of that jewelled song : There swept a savour of polluted breath From the lost souls, the unsubstantial throng That tasted once a shadow of our glory And turn them in the evil house to adore The godhead of our sin, the tragic story We have set ourselves to write, the sombre score Our daggers carve with poesy subli…
1909 · PDF PAGE 37
… 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 18
VIII You love me! trite and idle word to darken (With all its glow) the splendour of our sun! No soul of heaven or hell may hearken The unbearable device that we have done. Nor may Justine nor Borgia understand Nor Messalina nor Maria guess The infernal chorus swelling darkly grand That echoed us our everlasting ’ Yes! ’ Nor shall the Gods perceive to damn or praise The deed that shakes their essence into dust, Disrupts their dreams, divides their dreary days. Supreme, abominable, rides our lust Armed in the panoply of brazen youth And strength…
1909 · PDF PAGE 20
…cannot warm our hands and laugh Fven at the fire that scatheth adamant? Think you we shall not knead the utmost chaff Into a bread worth Heaven's high sacrament And from the bitter dregs of Hell’s own wine Distil a liquor utterly divine?
1909 · PDF PAGE 27
…! Lola! reels The world in a dance of woven white and black Shimmering with clear gold greys as hell resounds With Lola! Lola! Lola! and heaven responds With Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! — swounds All light to clustered dazzling diamonds, And Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! rings Ever and again on these inchaunted ears, And Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! swings My soul across to those inchaunted spheres Where Lola is God and priest and wafer and wine — O Lola! Lola! mystic maiden o' mine!
1909 · PDF PAGE 76
… Fills me with music, echoing afar Faint, like the rapture of some ghostly flame Rejoicing in some lone secreted star Beyond the visible heaven. Come to me! Come closer ! Is not this as close as death? Are we not one to all eternity Jewelled with joy? Mix me your subtle breath Into the words well-known and never worn, Into the kiss well-kissed and never tired, Into the love well-loved and not forlorn, The love beyond all that ever was desired ? Ay. all the cloudy must of life is strained To clearer liquor that our souls attained.
1909 · PDF PAGE 72
… of the orchard lets the string Slip from his finger, and the arrow speeds Striking our love beneath the flamy wing So that the héart of heaven breaks and bleeds. That poisoned shaft fed with corrupting germs Hath stricken us to earth : the wound corrodes, Breeding within us all its noisome worms, All the black larvae of the accurst abodes : — The virgin of our reed-shrill ecstasies Raped by the stinking satyr of disease! -— 18— ! Il! I who have loved you — shall I love you now, Your teeth dropt out, your fair flesh fallen away, The Crown of Ve…
1909 · PDF PAGE 69
…oser, closer. No! — then stop — think well What is this wonder we awake. Now think We are cast down to the abyss of hell Or tremble upon heaven’s dizzy brink — Which? All’s the same. Go on. No — what is this? Why dally? To the hilt! Ah mine, ah mine! Kiss me — I cannot kiss you — kiss me! Kiss! Oh! God! Oh God! Forgive me; I am thine. -— Horses and chariots that champ and clang! The roar of blazing cressets that environ The form that fuses in the perfect pang. A blast of air thorough the molten iron— One scream of light. Creating silence drops …
1909 · PDF PAGE 39
…ed the sad sepulchral stone away. III On this wise : that by uttermost good Fortune I met you walking out in London city, Even when from Heaven I did not dareimportune Hardly to pass your house! The Gods took pity They whirled us in a chariot of fire About the highest heavens for many an age! So Regent’s Park may seem to hot desire; So the archangel gets a cabman's wage; So all the aeons that pass still leave one time To take one’s lunch at the appointed hour — This is the difference between prose and rime And this the great gulf fixed for leaf…
1909 · PDF PAGE 43
… Why then, bless, Biess all that lives and moves and hath its being ! Bless all the Gods, without omitting one! Bless all the company of heaven, agreeing To veil their fires to our stupendous sun! Bless all the lesser glories that excite In the great gladness of our mother light! — 60 ~ XI How purely unexpected was the chance: When things looked blackest, ou asudden,thesun! Chance is another word for ignorance ; We do not know how all these things are done. But what has happened once may happen again, And” Hitherto the Lord hath helped us ”, de…