1901 · PDF PAGE 70
The Soul of Osiris
…THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. Pass, be no more ! The beckoning dawn Woos the white ocean : I must go Wither my soul’s desire is drawn. Whither ? I know not. Even so.
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The Soul of Osiris
… have come out from : yes, that fearful light Was not the Sun : my life has been the death, This death may be the life : my spirit sight Knows that at last, at least. My doubtful breath Is breathing in a nobler air ; I know, I know it in my soul, despite of this, The clinging darkness of the Long Ago, Cruel as death, and closer than a kiss,
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1901 · PDF PAGE 88
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…ibal, profane, My cruel spirit had not sacrificed My children to this Moloch. I am plain ? “ Blasphemer ! ” “ Damned ! ” ? Undoubtedly—I know ! W
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… stands, In perfect faith are no immortal bands Of God and man. This passion we possess Necessitous ; insistent none the less Because we know not how its purpose brands Our lives. Even on God’s knees and in His hands : The Law of Change. “ Out, out, adulteress ! ” ? These be the furies, and the harpies these ? That discontent should sum the happiest sky ? That of all boons man lacks the greatest—rest ? Nay ! But the promise of the centuries, The certain pledge of immortality, Child-cry of Man at the eternal Breast. S
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…ent my poor deception takes to flight. I borrow perfume from young loves waxed pale ; I borrow music from the nightingale. In vain : she knows me, that I hate her quite. Not altogether : in my patchwork brain Some rag of passion tears its woof asunder. Strange, that its own insatiable pain Should find an opiate in her eyes of wonder ! Yes, though I hate her well enough to kill, I know that then my soul would love her still. H
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112 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. THE ROSICRUCIAN. À SA MAJESTÉ JACQUES IV D’ÉCOSSE. SEE the centuries wax and wane. I know their mystery of pain, The secrets of the living fire, The key of life : I live : I reign : For I am master of desire. Silent, I pass amid the folk Caught in its mesh, slaves to its yoke. Silent, unknown, I work and will Redemption, godhead’s master-stroke, And breaking of the wands of ill. No man hath seen beneath my brows Eternity’s exultant house. No man hath noted in my brain The knowledge of my mystic spouse. I watch the centur…
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1901 · PDF PAGE 99
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… than the very sea. Yea, I am come, where least I guessed it so, Into the very Presence of the Three That Are beyond all Gods. And now I know What spiritual Light is drawing me Up to its stooping splendour. In my soul I feel the Spring, the all-devouring Dawn, Rush with my Rising. There, beyond the goal, The Veil is rent ! Yes : let the veil be drawn.
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24 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. PART II. KNOW. When Ramoth-Gilead’s field Grew bloody with hot ranks of dead, I smote amain with sword and shield, My brows with mingled blood were red ; And on my cheek the kiss of hell, The hatred of my Jezebel. I waited many days. At last The rushing of a chariot grew Frightful through all the city vast, Men were afraid. But I—I knew Jehu was here, whose sword should dip Deep in my love’s adulterous lip. The spirit filled me. And behold ! I saw her dead stare to the skies ; I came to her ; she was not cold, But burning…
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…e eyes Behold my grief, and sympathise ! I cannot round the perfect wheel, Attain not to the fuller end. In part I love, in part I feel, Know, worship, will, and comprehend. O Mother Nephthys, fill me up Thine own perfection’s deadly cup ! My aspiration quails within me ; “ My heart is fixed,” in vain I cry ; The little loves and whispers win me : “ Eli, lama sabacthani ! ” O Chomse, moon-god, grant thy boon, The silver pathway of the moon ! Beyond the Glory of the Dawn, Beyond the Splendour of the Sun, Thy secret Spirit is withdrawn, The plume…
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1901 · PDF PAGE 127
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…ic bosom where some serpent sleeps, Sweet mockery of a thousand saintlier creeds ! Even I, that breathe your perfume, taste your breath, Know, even this hour, ye are not life, but death ! No death ye bring more godlike than desire, When seas roar tempest-lashed, and foam is flung Raging on pitiless crags, and gloomy fire Lurks in the master-cloud ; corpses are swung Helpless and horrible in trough and crest— That death were music, and the lord of rest. No death ye bring as when the storm is rolled, An imminent giant on the sun-ripped snows, L
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1901 · PDF PAGE 125
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… and worship in my hand. I commune with the Gods : I wait Their summons, and I fire the brand. I speak their Word : and there is Fate. I know no happiness, no pain, No swift emotion, no disdain, No pity : but the boundless light Of the Eternal Love, unslain, Flows through me to redeem the night. Mine is a sad-slow life : but I, I would not gain release, and die A moment ere my task be done. To falter now were treachery— I should not dare to greet the sun !
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…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.
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…e to mock at me And gloat on mine exceeding pain ? ” “ Nay, but to give my soul to thee, And have thee spit at me again ! ” She smiled—I know she smiled—she sighed, Bit my lips through, and drank, and died ! Her murders and her blasphemies, Her whoredoms, God has paid at last ; Upon my bosom close she lies, Her carnal spirit holds me fast. My blood, my infamy, my pain, Seal my subjection and her reign. My veins poured out her marriage cup, For holy water her cruel tongue ; For blessing of white hands raised up, These perfumed infamies unsung ; …
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…f the Highest shall be set On your white heads, O monarchs of the snow ! The blessing of the Highest, lightening yet The burdens that ye know. So, as three golden arrows of the sun Strike, may the threefold sacrament be One !
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…y. There is an angel who is guardian. Surely her wings are rosy, and her feet Black as the wind of frost ; but oh ! her face ! Whoso may know it is no more a man, But walks with God, and sees the Lady sweet Whose body was the vehicle of grace. III. Eternal beauty in eternal truth, Isis ! And Thoth, the scribe of destiny, And Mary’s excellent virginity ! Ye are the witness of the ageless youth That crowns the sonnet. In your wondrous eyes Lie hidden all the secrets of the world, And as the lightning of your look is hurled So glean I something of…
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1901 · PDF PAGE 87
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… most reluctant breath Out of corruption : love ! ah ! love is strong ! What waters quench it ? King Shalomeh saith. I am the king : you know it, friend ! We wed. That is the tale of how my wooing sped. And oh ! the quest : half won—incredible ? I am so brave, and pure—folk love me well. But oh ! my life, my being ! That is dead, And my whole soul—a whirlwind out of hell !
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… corpse of night ! return Into thy shadowy world ! My symbols burn Against thee, shade of terror ! Go ! ” It spoke : “ Yea ! I am human. Know my actual truth : I am that ghost, the father of thy youth ! ” “ Poor wandering phantom ! ”—the exultant yell And wolfish howling of all damnéd souls Peals from the ravening jaws and gulfs of hell : Leaps that foul horror through the terrible Extinguished circle of the burning bowls. Then I remember, fling the gleaming rod Against him : “ Liar, back ! For I am God ! ”
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…e, But hated me the more. Serene and suave, He fenced with deep contempt. I stumble, slip, Guard wide—and only move his upper lip. “ You know I will not strike, Sir pure and brave ! Fight me your best—or I shall find a whip ! ” That stung me, even me. He wronged me, so : Therefore some shame and hate informed the blow ; Some coward’s courage pointed me the steel ; Some strength of Hell : we lunge, and leap, and wheel ; Hard breath and laboured hands—the flashes grow Swifter and cruel—this court hath no appeal ! He gladdened then. I would not sl…
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…rrible ! O my dolorous tender brides, As I lay and dreamt in the dark by your shameful beautiful sides ! And now you are mine no more, I know ; but I cannot bear The curse—that another is drunk on the life that stirs your hair : Every hair was alive with a spark of midnight’s delicate flame, Or a glow of the nether fire, or an old illustrious shame. Many, so many, were ye to make one Womanhood— A thing of fire and flesh, of wine and glory and blood, In whose rose-orient texture a golden light is spun, A gossamer scheme of love, as water in the …
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The Soul of Osiris
…om his own high heaven down To some obscure forgetful hell. For me Forsake thy hopes in him. We worship, we, Rather the dear delights we know and hold ; The first cool kiss, within the water cold
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