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1909 · PDF PAGE 31

Clouds Without Water

…, 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 savage upland plains Of utmost wretchedness in Tartary. No strength of sun, no fertilizing rains! Only a bitter wind, intense and dry, Cuts over them. Hardly the memory stands Of one who travels there ; his pain forgets The golden bliss of all those other lands Where he was happy. So the blizzard frets Its sterile death across my soul, and chills All hope of life even from the rar…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 73

Clouds Without Water

…h cannot touch the secret of the soul! Nor shall we shrink, although this further pang Strike through the liver with its fiery dart, The hope — the horrid hope — whose gleaming fang Now stirs, a serpent’s, underneath your heart! For lo! not vainly we invoked the god That looseneth the girdle of a maid; Even now draws nigh the dreadful period That maketh all the mother-world afraid. With rotten fruit your belly is grown big — Thanks to the bastard god that cursed the fig? : V Your swollen neck is grown a swollen breast Gushing with poisoned milk…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 33

Clouds Without Water

VI Yet we may hope; for this, and not from fear, We kept our counsel ; we may hope anon To turn the corner of the evil year And find a brave new springtide coming on. Meanwhile by stealth I may invoke your shade And clasp you to me, though it be a dream Or little more, a vision from the Maid~ That rules by Phlegethon's sepulchral streain. Nay ! it is more: by magic art compel (My soul!) my maiden’s body to appear Visible, tangible, enjoyable Even to the senses of the amorous seer, Whose demon ministers through the gulphs and glooms Convey his m…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 28

Clouds Without Water

…ser to the greater sins Up to the throne where sits the royal and rare Vision of Pan. O never shall I raise This oriflamme, and lead the hope forlorn Up to the ruining bloody breach, to daze Death's self with pangs too blissful to be borne. No! dear my maid. A maiden as you be You may be all your lily life, for me.

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1909 · PDF PAGE 41

Clouds Without Water

…s 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, When I forget to treasure up that c…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 6

Clouds Without Water

…his angels ” ; for “ he that believeth not is condemned already”, Not even in that modern evasion, the plea of insanity, can we find any hope. Nothing is clea- rer than that these wretched victims of Satan were in full possession of their faculties to the last moment. Surely the maniacal violence of their unhall- owed lust and hate is no ground for pity but for reprobation. When our blessed Lord was on earth He made no excuses for those who were possessed of devils. He took this simply as a fact — and He healed them. It is only the shocking ath…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 5

Clouds Without Water

…be prostituted to such “ ignoble use ”, Truly the corruption of the best is the lowest —- corruptio optimi pessima. Nor can one gleam of Hope, even in the infinite mercy of our loving Father, tinge with gold the leprous gloom of our outlook. These clouds without water havenosilver lining. The unhappy man need not have feared that the poor servants of God would claim him as repentant, though surely we would all have shed the last drop of our blood to bring him to the grace of God. Alas ! it was not to be. The devilish precautions of this human f…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 7

Clouds Without Water

…nd to fight ; may it reveal his dispositions, so that under our great Captain we may again and again win the Victory. It is my prayerful hope that He who turns

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