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THE COURT OF THE PROFANE. 29 LOVE AT PEACE. HE valleys, that are splendid With sun ere day is ended And love-lutes take to tune, See joyless and unfriended The perfect bowstring bended, Whose bow is called the moon. They see the waters slacken And all the sky’s blue blacken, While in the yellow bracken Love lies in death or swoon. The stars arise and brighten ; The summer lightnings lighten, Faint and as midnight mute ; And far white snowfields tighten The iron bands that frighten No fairy’s tender foot. Across the stiller river Stray flowers o…
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…ours of night, No sleep so sweet as this is, Whose pulse of purple blisses Beats calm and cool and light. No life so fair with roses, No day so swift to close is ; No cushion so reposes Fair love so sweet and slight. Sleep greets the morn and takes us ; The wood that wonders makes us Soft noises heard above. The sunny snake forsakes us, The noon sun lastly wakes us, To watch the wooing dove ; And day draws on delighted To leave us there benighted, Once more divinely plighted In perfect moon of love.
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…ce crept of many a year, Barred gates of Paradise. Again the Voice rolled in the deep, mingled with murmuring sighs : “ I mind me of the day One came from Death to me ; His soul was weary of the day, His look was melancholy ; He bade me open in the Name that binds Eternity.
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…Monstrous and mute, the slow resurgent breath Spreads forth its poison : the pale child at play Coughs in his gutter ; the hard slave of day Groans once and dies : the sickly spouse can feel The cold touch kill the unborn child, and steal Up to her broken heart : the pale hours hang Like death upon the aged : the days clang Like prison portals on the folk of day. Yet for the children of the night they play Like fountains in the moonlight : for the few, The sorrowful, sweet faces of the dew, The laughter-loving daughters of the dawn, Whose movin…
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108 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. Out of the cloudy north ; the incense-wand That binds dead souls in prison, That prison of the day, when sleepless dead Rest for awhile from agony and dread. Strange ! how a certain fear possesses me Alone amid their crag-bound solitude. Even beyond the keen delight—to Be— Steals that diviner mood Of wonder at the miracle—the plan Of Nature crowned by the astounding Man ! The secret of the Lord is set with him That wonders at His Majesty : his praise Wells from no trembler’s misery : his hymn Swells the exultant day’s. H…
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…hat supernal star, And holy fountains of the Influence. Bring peace, and strength, and quicken in my heart Mastery of night-fear and the day-flung dart. Yea ! from the limit of the fallen day, And barren ocean of ungathered Time, Bring Night, and bring Eternity, and stay With white wings pointing where tired feet may climb : Even the pathway where shed blood ran deep To build red roses in the land of Sleep. O guardian of the pallid hours of night ! O tireless watcher of the smitten noon ! O sworded with the majesty of light, O girded with the g…
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…ded, lifeless as the clay, Somewhere I knew not. Many a dismal league Of various terror wove me its intrigue, And many a demon daunted : day by day Death dogged despair, and misery fatigue. Behold ! I came with haggard mien again Into the hall, and mingled with the train, A corpse amid the dancers. Then the king Saw me, and knew me—and he knew the ring ! He did not ask me how I sped : disdain Curled his old lips : he said one bitter thing.
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…o the subtle and sublime ; You shall gather up your girdles to make ready for the way, And by the Cross of Suffering climb seeing to the Day. Then we shall meet again in the Presence of the Throne, Not knowing ; yet in Him ! O Thou ! knowing as we are known.
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…s an angel then, In copper-glowing lands that gnaws the prey He has regotten from the tribes of men. We lay like passion all that deadly day— Thou wast a lion as an angel then ! Great angel of the brazen brows, great lover, Great hater of my body as my soul, To whom I gave my life and love thrice over, Fill me one last caress—the poison-bowl ! Great angel of the brazen brows, great lover !
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94 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. The glory of the living day Shall shine among the dead. Thy faith shall have a holier task, thy strength a goodlier stead.” Then I withdrew the light Of mine own Godhead up, As stars that close with broken night Their adamantine cup. I sought the solar airs : my soul on its own tears might sup. For in the vast profound Still burns the rescuing sign ; Beyond all sight and sense and sound The symbol flames divine. For He shall make all life, all death, His solitary shrine.
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…RLD. HE fragrant gateways of the dawn Teem with the scent of flowers. The mother, Midnight, has withdrawn Her slumberous kissing hours : Day springs, with footsteps as a fawn, Into her rosy bowers. The pale and holy maiden horn In highest heaven is set. My forehead, bathed in her forlorn Light, with her lips is met ; My lips, that murmur in the morn, With lustrous dew are wet. My prayer is mighty with my will ; My purpose as a sword Flames through the adamant, to fill The gardens of the Lord With music, that the air be still, Dumb to its mighty…
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THE HOLY OF HOLIES. 125 A LITANY. HE ghosts of abject days flit by ; The bloated goblins of the past ; Dim ghouls in soulless apathy ; Fates imminent, and dooms aghast ! O Mother Mout, O Mother Night, Give me the Sun of Life and Light ! The shadows of my hopes devoured, The crown of my intent cast down, The hate that shone, the love that lowered, Make up God’s universal frown. O Lord, O Hormakhou, display The rosy earnest of the day ! The mighty pomp of desolate Dead kings, a pageant, moves along ; Dead queens unite in desperate, Unsatisfied, u…
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…rted : yes ! And there above I bathe in ether and self-shining light ; My soul is filled with the eternal love ; I am the brother of the Day and Night. I AM ! my spirit, and perhaps my mind ! But O my heart ! I left thy love behind ! W
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…eep, beneath the deep, may dwell the star of morn ! “ Therefore, O God, I pray Redemption for the folk That dread the scourging light of day, That bear the midnight yoke. The Chaos was no less than this—and there the light awoke.” “ O Dog of Evil, yea ! Thou hast in wisdom said.
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…adly passion that possesses The magic ecstasy of these Mad maidens, tender as blue seas. Night spreads her yearning pinions, The baffled day sinks blind to sleep ; The evening breeze outswoons the sun’s Dead kisses to the swooning deep. Upsoars the moon ; the flashing steep Of heaven is fragrant for her feet ; The perfume of the grove is sweet As slumbering women furtive creep To bosoms where small kisses weep, And find in fervent dreams the kiss Most memoried of Artemis. Impenetrable pleasure dies Beneath the madness of new dreams ; The slow s…
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…ul, withdrawn From every element, gleams through the night Into that darkness palpable, where They Lurk from the torment of the light of day. Swings the swift sword in paths of vivid blue ; Rings the sharp summons in the halls of fear ; Flames the great lamen ; as a fiery dew Falls the keen chanted music ; fierce and true Beams the bright diamond of the crowning sphere. None may withstand the summons : like dead flame Flares darkness deeper, and demands its name. F
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…e cadent curve of Dian seems to swerve, Eluding helmcraft : let me drift away Where sea and sky unite their clamorous curve In praise of Day. Is it an edge ? Some spray-bechiselled ledge ? Some sentry platform to an under sky ? Let me drift onward to the azure edge— I can but die ! The moon hath seen ! An arrow cold and keen Brings some cold being from the water chill, Rises between me and the world—unseen, Most terrible. Dawns that unheard-of terror ! Never a word of The spells that chain ill spirits I remember. And oh ! my soul ! What hands o…
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…n betrayed, and doomed Already, I arose and went, And wrestled with myself, consumed With passion for that sacrament Of shame. From that day unto this My cheek desires that hideous kiss. Her hate, her scorn, her cruel blows, Fill my whole life, consume my breath ; Her red-fanged hatred in me glows ; I lust for her, and hell, and death ; I see that ghastly look, and yearn Toward the brands of her that burn. Sleep shuns me ; dreams divide the night (My parched throat thirsty for her veins), That she and I with deep delight Suck from death’s womb …
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…the dawn Intoxicate, deceive the soul. Let every shadow be withdrawn ! Let there be Light, supreme and whole ! O Ra, thou golden Lord of Day, The Sun of Righteousness display ! The burden is so hard to bear. I took too adamant a cross ; This sackcloth rends my soul to wear ; My self-denial is as dross ! O Shu, that holdest up the sky, Hold thou thy servant, lest he die !
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…of a wife. Slip to the floor, I must not turn : There is a lion in the way ! The star of morning rise and burn : I seek the dim supernal day ! Sleep there, nor know me gone : sleep there And never wake, although God’s breath Catch thee at midmost of the prayer Of sleep—that so dream turns to death.