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… 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 high treasure, The inexhaustible treasure of delight The gods have poured us, pouring overmeasure Because we love with all our life and might. Believe me, it is better than ali prayers To show the gods our love surpasses theirs !
1909 · PDF PAGE 16
…s 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 sublime Upon the r…
1909 · PDF PAGE 71
Lola! now look me straight between the eyes. Our fate is come upon us. Tell me now Love still shall arbitrate our destinies, And joy inform the swart Plutonic brow. Behold ! the doom foreseen, the doom embraced, Fastens its fang; the gods of death and birth Make friends to slay us, Pilate interlaced With Herod in obscene and murderous mirth. Lola! come close! confront them! Let us read The book once sealed, now open to our gaze! -Avenge our love and vindicate our breed With courage to the ending of the days. Since fall we must, 0 arm ourselves …
1909 · PDF PAGE 76
X Are not the poppy-fields one snowy flame ? Come, let us wander hand in hand therein, Staining with joyous juice our lips of shame, Draining their bitter draught of sterile sin! Are not the eyes of sleep already dull, The lashes drooping over their desire? Are not the gods awaiting to annul With Lethe the last flicker of the fire? Ay, let us kiss, my darling; let us twitch For the last time the flesh against the flesh, Before the coming of the lovely witch That shall excite our sleepy souls afresh, Anointing us with subtle drugs and suave, Vit…
1909 · PDF PAGE 50
… you laugh shrill Over the pangs of those pale fools, the twain Whom we deceive, whom we shall surely kil Whispering a word of this. Ah! joy it is That false to faith is all the honied pressing; A traitor triumphs in each stolen kiss, Caligula and Cressida caressing. You love yourself for stealing me away From the proud lovely wife; you love me more That in my arms a prostitute you lay, And to your troth-plight lover played the whore When mouth to mouth we clung, and breath for breath Exchanged the royal accolade of death, I love you for your c…
1909 · PDF PAGE 15
I] Save death alone! I see no happy end, No happy end for this divine beginning. Child! let us front a fate too ill to mend, Take joy in suffering for the sake of sinning. Ay! from your lips I pluck the purple seed Of that pomegranate sleek Persephone Tasted in hell; the irrevocable deed I do, and it is done. Naught else could be For us, the chosen of so severe a god To act so high a tragedy, the elect To suffer so, and so rejoice, the rod And scourge ofourown shame, thegilt and decked Oxen that go to our own sacrifice At our own consecrated sh…
1909 · PDF PAGE 57
…kes. Then — o what wonder, as I strain afar The basilisk flame ! — what breathless wonder wakes That I behold unsinged a silver star ! O joy! O terror! O! — O can it be There is a thing that is, apart from me? -- 88 -— VII I travelled; so the star. We neared; we saw Each other, knew each other; in your face Mine equal self with majesty and awe Abode; and thus we stayed for a great space. What was the manner of our countenance? I saw you seated, as a great lost God With blasphemy exulting in your glance And horror at your lips ; my soul was shod…
1909 · PDF PAGE 75
…le and twang ? May not their stinking souls Interpret our last sighs as penitence When we close up the coruscating scrolls Of our life's joy, seal up the jar of sense To broach the starry flagon — splendid spilth? These creeping cravens shall be circumvented; They shall not belch their flatulence and filth On us, or tell the world that we repented. Come, as we strained it, let us break the tether ~Tn the last luxury — to die together ! IX Let Death steal softly through the gate of sleep On tiptoe ! win away the maiden life On velvet pinions to …
1909 · PDF PAGE 82
…r- tion of the skull and the neck. See Bever- land “ Draped Virginity ”. Poor, poor deluded victims of Satan! If they only knew the holy joy of even the least of Jesu’s lambs! Bull’s blood. — Supposed to be a poison by the ancients. Thus Themistocles is said to have died. Cypress. — Symbol of death. Acacia. — Symbol of resurrection, The poppy-fields. — They killed themselves with laudanum. Yahoos. — See Swift’s Voyage to Laputa, It is to be feared that the mad Dean intended to satirize mankind, the race for which the Lord of Giory died! Xalpere…