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…hed in the inane! Nor needs a voice for speech, because he sings. What then of them who are most drunk together As you and I are, mystic maiden 0’ mine, Beyond Dionysus and his tedious tether, Beyond Kithairon and his topmost pine? Why, even now I am drunk who scribble amiss These lines, not thinking — save of your last kiss! XI So Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! peals, And Lola! Lola! Lola! echoes back, Till Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! reels The world in a dance of woven white and black Shimmering with clear gold greys as hell resounds With Lola! Lola! Lo…
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…h 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 — the more so that your love divine That maidenhood to me hath freely given? Nor have I touched the ark with hands unholy, Nor with unsaintly kisses soiled the shrine: Nepenthe, amaranth, vervain, myrrh and moly Are deathless blooms about our chaste design. Not vou resisting, but myself refraining, Gives us the eternal spring, the elixir rare,…
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…s stealthily the gates When we are sleeping, when the dawn conceals Its earliest glimmer and our blood abates Awhile its tide ! O mystic maiden o’ mine, Did I not warn you of the insulting foes? Blind worms that writhe for envy, pious swine~ That gnash their teeth to espy the gold and rose Out flaming like the dawn when kiss for kiss Passed and for ever sealed our bale and bliss. IT] Behold ! the elixir for the weeping wound ! Is it that wine that Avallaunius poured From the Red Cup when fair Titania swooned Before the wrath of her insulted lor…
1909 · PDF PAGE 28
…tage we drain, albeit we drain the lees, There is no headache for the morning drear, No fluctuant in our tideless ecstasies — Whereby, o maiden o’ mine, the runic rime Tells me we have ree’d the riddle of old Time. XIII Never, o never shall I call you bride! Never, o never shall I draw you down Unto my kisses by the dim bedside Bathing my body in the choral crown, Your comet hair! Nor smooth our shimmering skins Each to the other and mount the sacred stair Even from the lesser to the greater sins Up to the throne where sits the royal and rare V…
1909 · PDF PAGE 48
…nd with your teeth tear bleeding bits of flesh Out of my body — kill me if you can! T love you. I will have you fair and fresh, A maenad maiden maddening for a man. Ay ! you shall weary in the erotic craving ! Pil have you panting —aching to the marrow — Exhausted, but a maiden (Lesbia raving : " Catullus brings a song and not a sparrow "’) Famished with love, fed full with love, your soul Still on the threshold of the unenvied goal, - 70 on The goal of love is gotten not of these White-blooded fools that haste and marry and tire. They grasp an…
1909 · PDF PAGE 22
Love is sore wounded by the dragon shame, O maiden o' mine! its life in jets of blocd Languidly ebbs. I see the gathering flame Aspire — expire. I see the evil flood Of time roll even and steady over it, Bearing our God to the accurst ravines; Bearing our God to the abysmal pit Whence never a God may rise. The wolfish queens Of earth have set their faces stern and sour Against us ; we are bidden to cease — to cease! Ha ! how eternity laughs down their hour, Dragoons their malice with its dominant peace. We are forbidden to love — as one who tri…
1909 · PDF PAGE 29
…n I lay pen and paper by, and go Into the ardent avenues of sleep : — There also we will drink the appeasing wine, Lola, my Lola, mystic maiden o’ mine! III The Hermit
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…its wild and mystic characters That rage and storm in impotent endeavour To unveil our glory to our worshippers. Lola, dear Lola, mystic maiden o’ mine, Let us not mingle with the ribald rout That throng our temple. Close, Palladian shrine, With our reverberate glory rayed about! Abide within — with me! Let silence sever This velvet now’ from that unclothed ’for ever’!
1909 · PDF PAGE 36
XII XIII Wherefore I duly will invoke the God For truth it is, my maiden, we have had Of Tears that he may mingle yours and mine, Already more than our fair share of pleasure. Water therewith Life’s unresponsive sod, The good god Dionysus ivy-clad And raise therefrom some sickly growth of vine Hath poured us out a draught of brimming measure. Whose grape shall yield a bitter draught of woe Let us then rather give the lustiest praise Fit for the assuaging of a deadlier thirst Our throats can sound than pray for further favour; Than Attis knew or…
1909 · PDF PAGE 49
…ourselves — anon weare slain, Slain and reborn again to ache and burn : Aeon on aeon thunders through our brain. -—~ At last you see, my maiden? Kiss me! Kiss ! There is no end — happy or not — to this ! ~d Io | | VII There Is a respite — we must part anon. Short are the hours of sweetness : it is well. Could such a bout of murder carry on We should drink poison and awake in hell ; Or being but mortal, or nearly mortal, yield Exhausted spirit to the clamant flesh: The book of common love should be unsealed, And we be caught within the common me…
1909 · PDF PAGE 75
…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 his azure steep; At ease, at peace, to woo her for a wife! His white horse waiting quietly without Let him push gently the delicious door And take us. We have lived. How should we doubt Or fear? we have lived well. For ever more We must be well. The cypress cannot daunt, Nor the acacia’thrill; we are content To wander in the shadowy groves, to haunt The dark delight of our own …
1909 · PDF PAGE 33
… 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 mistress 6n their meteor plumes. VIL? More, I will visit you, forlorn who lie Crying for lack of me; your very flesh Shall tingle with the touch of me as I Wrap you about with the ensorcelled mesh Of my fine body of fire: oh! you shall feel My kisses on you…