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…D THE SCENES Written By a student at King’s College Hospital IN the hospital bed she lay, Rotting away ! Cursing by night and cursing by day, Rotting away ! The lupus is over her face and head, Filthy and foul and horrid and dread, And her shrieks they would almost wake the dead ; Rotting away ! In her horrible grave she lay, Rotting away ! Rotting by night, and rotting by day, Rotting away ! In the place of her face is a gory hole, And the worms are gnawing the tissues foul, And the devil is gloating over her soul, Rotting away ! 8
1905 · PDF PAGE 121
… Written partly under the great rock Sigiri, partly in Arabia, near Aden. ZÔHRA the king by feathered fans Slept lightly through the mid-day heat. Swart giants with drawn yataghans Guard, standing at his head and feet, Zôhra, the mightiest of the khans ! Each slave Circassian like a moon Sits smiling, burning with young bloom Of dawn, and weaves an airy tune Like a white bird’s song bright and bold That dips a fiery plume. So the song lulled, lazily rolled In tubes of silver, lutes of gold ; And all that palace drowsed away The hours that fanne…
1905 · PDF PAGE 180
…ay ! death is a portal of passing To miseries other but sure. Yet the snow on the hills amassing The wind of an hour may endure ; But as day after day grows the summer The crystals melt one after one. The hill—shall they numb her ? Their frost overcome her ? Demand of the sun ! That uttermost death of my lady Revealed in the heart of the range Is as light in the groves long shady As peace in the halls of change. The web of the world is rended ; Stayed are the causal mills ; Time is ended ; space unextended. And end of the hills !
1905 · PDF PAGE 112
…en of desire, Only remembering its God-like birth Reflected in the deity of earth, Becometh even as God. The pensive period Of night and day beats like a waving fan No more, no more : the years, Reft of their joys and fears, Pass like pale faces, leave the life of man Untroubled of their destines, Leave him forgotten of life and time, immortal, calm and wise. Only the ceaseless surf on coral towers, The changeless change of the unchanging ocean, Laps the bright night, with unsubstantial motion Winnowing the starlight, plumed with feathery flowe…
1905 · PDF PAGE 96
…ife ! Is the marriage bed in vain ? Shall my heart and soul and life shrink back to themselves again ? Be thou my one desire, my soul in day as in night ! My mind the Home of the Higher ! My heart the centre of Light !
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…l creatures’ thirst relief hath found ; All nature in its scarlet hue is drowned. I have often prayed these fickle wines to weep For one day Lethe on my threatening fear— Wine makes the ear more sharp, the eye more clear. I have sought in Love forgetfulness and sleep— My love’s a bed of needles made to pierce, That drink be given to these women fierce ! LA BEATRICE As I one day to nature made lament In burnt-up lands, calcined of nutriment, As in my musing thought’s vague random dart I slowly poised my dagger o’er my heart, I saw in full noon o…
1905 · PDF PAGE 37
…erpent or a rod, A well of wine and fire, each unto each, Whose lips are fain convulsively to reach A higher heaven, a deeper hell. Ah ! day So soon to dawn, delight to snatch away ! Damned day, whose sunlight finds us as with wine Drunken, with lust made manifest divine Devils of darkness, servants unto hell— Yea, king and queen of Sheol, terrible Above all fiends and furies, hating more The high Jehovah, loving Baal Peor,
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…ONNET FOR A PICTURE I I I THE HOUSE I I2 ANIMA LUNAE I I6 THE TRIADS OF DESPAIR I29 “ SABBÉ PI DUKKHAM ” I33 DHAMMAPADA I37 ST PATRICK’S DAY 1902 I48 THE EARL’S QUEST I51 EVE I58 THE SIBYL I59 LA COUREUSE I60 TO “ ELIZABETH ” I6I SONNET FOR A PICTURE I62 RONDELS (AT MONTE CARLO) I63 IN THE GREAT PYRAMID OF GHIZEH I65 THE HILLS I69
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THE LITTLE HALF-SOVEREIGN RED is the angry sunset, Murk is the even grey, Heavy the clouds that hover Over our Hell to-day. “ Say, in our dark Gomorrah, Lord, can an angel find Fifty, but fifty, righteous— Body—I say not Mind.” Sadly the angel turneth— “ Stay, ere thou fleest, stay ; Canst thou not find me twenty ? ” “ Nay ” is the answer, “ nay.” “ Are there not ten, bright spirit, Hidden, nor quickly seen, Somewhere in Hell’s dark alleys, Somewhere in Walham Green ? “ Speak, for I see thy forehead Sadden in dark denial, Is there not one that …
1905 · PDF PAGE 108
…ghastly comrades to the domèd wall That crowns the grey cathedral. There they go— The parasites of death, decay and woe, Gorged with the day’s indecent festival. I think these birds were once the souls of priests. They haunt by ancient habit the old home Wherein they held high mass in days of old. But now they soar above it—for behold ! God hath looked mercifully down on Rome, Promoting thus her children to be beasts. I03
1905 · PDF PAGE 153
ST PATRICK’S DAY 1902 Written at Delhi. O GOOD St Patrick, turn again Thy mild eyes to the Western main ! Shalt thou be silent ? thou forget ? Are there no snakes in Ireland yet ? Death to the Saxon ! Slay nor spare ! O God of Justice, hear us swear ! The iron Saxon’s bloody hand Metes out his murder on the land. The light of Erin is forlorn. The country fades : the people mourn. Of land bereft, of right beguiled, Starved, tortured, murdered, or exiled ; Of freedom robbed, of faith cajoled, In secret councils bought and sold ! Their weapons are…
1905 · PDF PAGE 21
…rtrait Graven in Walham Green ? Why with the bare suggestion Dare we insult our Queen ? Give me the golden trumpet Blown at the judgment-day, Closing the gate of mercy Over the Cast Away. Melt me its gold to money, Coin me that small, small ring Stamped with the Hoof of Satan, Bearing the name of King. Then, in the murky midnight, Silently lead me down, Down into Hell’s dark portals, Far in the West of Town.
1905 · PDF PAGE 110
…an charactery, Hawaii. Here she stands Queen of all laughter’s lands That dance for dawn, lie tranced in leisured noon, Dreaming through day towards night, Craving the perfumed light Of the stars lustrous, and the gem-born moon. Dewy with clustered diamond, The long land swoons to sleep ; the sea sleeps and yet wakes beyond. Here, in the crescent beach and bay, the sea, Curven and carven in warm shapes of dream, Answers the love-song of the lilied stream, And moves to bridal music. Stern and free, I05
1905 · PDF PAGE 117
… body from the wind and rain. So the night fell, and gently grew the shades In firelight fancies taking idle form ; Often a flashing May-day ring of maids, Or like an army through resounding glades Glittering, with martial music, trumpet, shawm, Drum—so I build the echoes of the storm II2
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…m lips and soul from soul To new strange passions in unholy lands, Where love’s breath chars and scorches like a coal. So she is dead to-day—the sweet bells toll A lost, lost soul, a soul in Satan’s bands, A lost, lost soul ! 28
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…O Satan, in the height Of Heaven, where thou didst rule, and in the night Of Hell, where conquered, dost dream silently ! Grant that one day my soul ’neath Knowledge-Tree Rest near thine own soul, when from thy forehead Like a new temple all its branches spread.
1905 · PDF PAGE 83
…in the haunted Houses where dead men linger year by year. I have no fear To tread thy far irremeable way Beyond the paths and palaces of day, Beyond the night, beyond the skies, Beyond eternity’s Tremendous gate ; beyond the immanent miracle. O secret self of things ! I have nor feet nor wings Except to follow far beyond Heaven and Earth and Hell, Until I mix my mood And being in thee, as in my hermit’s hood I grow the thing I contemplate—that selfless Solitude !
1905 · PDF PAGE 154
ST PATRICK’S DAY I49 Our weapons—be they fire and cord, The shell, the rifle, and the sword ! Without a helper or a friend All means be righteous to the End ! Look not for help to wordy strife ! This battle is for death or life. Melt mountains with a word—and then The colder hearts of Englishmen ! Look not to Europe in your need ! Columbia’s but a broken reed ! Your own good hearts, your own strong hand Win back at last the Irish land. Won by the strength of cold despair Our chance is near us—slay nor spare ! Open to fate the Saxons lie, Up ! I…
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I50 ST PATRICK’S DAY They slew our women : let us then At least annihilate their men ! Lest the ill race from faithless graves Arise again to make us slaves. Arise, O God, and stand, and smite For Ireland’s wrong, for Ireland’s right ! Our Lady, stay the pitying tear ! There is no room for pity here ! What pity knew the Saxon e’er ? Arise, O God, and slay nor spare, Until full vengeance rightly wrought Bring all their house of wrong to nought ! Scorn, the catastrophe of crime, These be their monuments through time ! And Ireland, green once more…
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…reast and her knee. So night and so sunrise discover No light and no darkness to heed. Night is above her, and brings her no lover ; And day, but no deed. Such a sense is up and within me, A tongue as of mystical fire ! Love, beauty, and holiness win me To the end of the great desire, Where I cease from the thirst and the labour, As the land that no ploughman tills Lest the robber his neighbour unloosen the sabre From holds in the hills. From love of my life and its burden Set free in the silence remote, Grows a sorrow divine for my guerdon, A …