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…hat he seeks or knows,’ Thence—none have passed. The desert leagues may keep Some other secret—some profounder deep Than this one echoed fear : the desert shows Its ghastly triumph—silence. There they sleep. “ There, brave and pure, there, true and strong, they stay Bleached in the desert, till the solemn day Of God’s revenge—none knoweth them : they rest Unburied, unremembered, unconfessed. What names of strength, of majesty, had they ? What suns are these gone down into the West ? “ Even I myself—my youth within me said : Go, seek this folly …
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…sat, struck dumb, a living sepulchre. For—hear me ! in my heart this thing became My sacrament, my pentecostal flame. And with it grew a fear—a fear of Her. What Her ? Shame had not found itself a name. Simply I knew it in myself. I brood Ten years—so seemed it—O ! the bitter food In my mouth nauseate ! In the silent hall One might have heard God’s sparrow in its fall. But I was lost in mine own solitude— I should not hear Mikhael’s trumpet-call. Yet there did grow a clamour shrill and loud : One cursed, one crossed himself, another vowed His s…
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… immortality ? ” And echo answered from some unseen caves : Mortality ! I shrink, and wonder why. Strange I am nothing tainted with this fear Now, that had touched me first. For I am here Half-way I reckon to the field of salt, The pillar, and the bones—it was a fault I am cured of ! praise to God ! What meets mine ear, That every nerve and bone of me cries halt ? What is this cold that nips me at the throat ? This shiver in my blood ? this icy note Of awe within my agonising brain ? Neither of shame, nor love, nor fear, nor pain, Nor anything …
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62 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. They are all caught in this immense desire Deeper than heaven, tameless as the fire. All catch the fear—the fear of Her—as well, And dare not—even afraid, I must aspire. A spirit walking in a dream, I went To the high throne—they shook the firmament With foolish cheers. I knelt before the queen And wept in silence. Then, as it had been An angel’s voice and touch, her face she bent, Lifted and kissed me—oh ! her lips were keen ! Her voice was softer than a virgin’s eyes : “ Go ! my true knight : for thither, thither lies T…
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THE COURT OF THE PROFANE. 49 It hath no shape ; and I have no escape ! It wraps around me, as a mist, despair. Fear without sense and horror without shape Most surely there ! O melancholy ! charming child of folly, Where is thy comfort told without a word ? Where are thy plumes, beloved melancholy, Familiar bird ? O emerald star, deep beauty’s avatar, Are thy skies dim ? What throne is thine above ? Where is the crown of thee—thy sevenfold star, My heart of love ? Then from the clinging mist there came a singing, A dirge re-echoes to the poet p…
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…e exalted end. Still on the mystic Tree of Life My soul is crucified ; Still strikes the sacrificial knife Where lurks some serpent-eyed Fear, passion, or man’s deadly wife Desire, the suicide ! Before me dwells the Holy One Anointed Beauty’s King ; Behind me, mightier than the Sun, To whom the cherubs sing, A strong archangel, known of none, Comes crowned and conquering. An angel stands on my right hand With strength of ocean’s wrath ; Upon my left the fiery brand, Charioted fire smites forth : Four great archangels to withstand The furies of …
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…. Then a long shudder ran across the space ; Each man ashamed to see his fellow’s face, Each troubled and confused. He did not spare Our fear—he spake not yet a little space. After a while he took the word again : “ Go thou then moonwards on the great salt plain ; So to a pillar. Adamant, alone, It stands. Around it see them overthrown, King, earl, and knight. There lie the questing slain, A thousand years forgotten—bone by bone. T
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…n, slave of night and shame, That canst not see the sun ! I am the Lord thy God : make thou homage and orison ! ” The wild heads sank in fear : Then, troubled, to those eyes Remembrance 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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… 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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…eps between The spirit of my will and its desire, Some just reluctance to the Great Unseen That coils its nameless terrors, and its dire Fear round my heart ; a devil cold as ice Breathes somewhere, for I feel his shudder take T
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…at 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. His psalm wings upward, and reflected down Even in Hell makes music an…
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… flows from that 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 gird…
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…ing of the damned ? Friend, hast thou listened when a murderer shammed Pale smiles amid his fellows as they spoke Low of his crime : his fear is like to choke His palsied throat. How, if Hell’s gate were slammed This very hour upon thy womanfolk ? Conceive, I charge thee ! Brace thy spirit up To drink at that imagination’s cup ! Then, shriek, and pass ! For thou shalt understand A little of the pressure of the hand That crushed me now. Yes, yes ! let fancy sup That grislier banquet than old Atreus planned ! Mind cannot fathom, nor the brain con…
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… Coward and coward and coward ! who would take The best flower of my life and leave me so, Still loving you—Ah ! weak—and turn to go For fear of such a God ! O blind ! O fool ! To heed these strangers and to be the tool Of their smooth lies and monstrous miracles. O break this bondage and cast off their spells ! Five righteous ! Thou a righteous man ! A jest ! A righteous man—you always loved me best, And even when lured by lips of wanton girls Would turn away and sigh and touch my curls,