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THE GARDEN OF EROS. 3I Coiling and curling In maze of æons Its vision unfurling A pageant of pæans ! Blessed be Love in his Palace of praise Whom we follow above in his Wonderful ways ! Whom we follow above To the stars and the snows, Immaculate Love ! — We adore thee, Eros ! Praise Eros wittily ! Praise Eros well ! Tripping it prettily Down through the dell ! Joyous and eager Our tresses adorning, Away to beleaguer The city of morning !
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THE GARDEN OF EROS. 29 Have fled, The first flush animates the hills, Reddens the rushes, flashes on the rills. Come while the breeze blows and the air is cool Down through the forest to the Fairies’ pool. All rise and follow the sage, singing : THE COMPANY Praise Eros wittily ! Praise Eros well ! Tripping it prettily Down through the dell ! Joyous and eager Our tresses adorning, Away to beleaguer The city of morning ! Away to the leap to The soft-smiling pool Whose kisses shall creep to Us virginal cool ! Race and bescatter The dew in the gras…
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PROLOGUE THE GARDEN OF EROS
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DEDICATION ΙΩ ΠΑΝ I owe this book, as all that I possess, to my playmates in the Garden of Eros ; but they are rich ; they want for nothing ; therefore I give it to the poor boys and girls of England, so that, shaking off morality and religion, they may be partakers in Love unto the glory of PAN.
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THE GARDEN OF EROS. 25 THE VULTURE It’s settled then, Charmingly unanimously Carried by a show of wings. THE LAMB I protest. THE VULTURE You did not vote. THE LAMB If I had a pair of wings — THE DOVE You might fly ; and so might pigs ! THE VULTURE Pray, sir, do not mention pigs ! Gru — utch ! Scheme approved, and entered in The Minutes. I declare the board Quite indefinitely adjourned.
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THE GARDEN OF EROS. 9 HELIORUS Yes—the pain I had before. “ At the game that Chiron shouldn’t, Chiron would — and Chiron couldn’t. ” RHODON Never heed the little whore ! Play a melody, Marsyas ! HELIORUS He’s at Anaxagoras ! RHODOPE Where is Doris, then ? ERRINNA By Zeus, Where her ribs are all in use ! ANTINOUS Sprinkle me with poppy-juice From the flowers of Syracuse On the lips relaxed with pleasure Of their kisses overmeasure !
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THE GARDEN OF EROS. 23 THE DOVE Of course I will ; I’m accustomed to ’ proceeding’. Let the lamb grow up to manhood. Then we’ll have him whipped and tortured And eventually killed. THE VULTURE That sounds lovely. THE LAMB Do you think so ? I record my vote against it. THE DOVE Stupid ! in a day or so We will have you rise again. THE LAMB Really ! I may be a dullard ; But I cannot see the point Of this most elaborate nonsense.
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THE GARDEN OF EROS. 7 ATTHIS We can sing you ! DORIS Sweet and strong ! ANAXAGORAS Laughter, laughter ! I’m for thee, Doris of the blue-black tresses ! Mine are musical caresses Like the murmur of the sea. HYACINTHOS Chiron, shall we dance with these Under the acacia trees ? CHIRON Yes, if Rhodon there will lend us Her red fleece — like sunset glowing, With the doubtful venture showing Where — what God shall there befriend us ? RHODON Mocker ! I shall come. Beware Lest my manhood match you there !
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THE GARDEN OF EROS. II All diverse delights are mine, Kiss within me, and combine To a languorous lyric lure Sweet as pleasure, and as sure ! SILENUS Tut, my lad, you do not mention Modesty. ANTINOUS ’Twas mine intention, But those loose lips wine-corrupt Always itch to interrupt ! SILENUS Nay, boy, all the song was true. Come and frisk it once together ! Ah, the goodly Grecian Weather ! Ah, the heavenly haze of blue, That must set an azure frame Round the flaxen locks aflame ! CHRYSIS Come, Evadne, let us fling Flowers upon them gambolling !
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THE GARDEN OF EROS. 27 THE DOVE Would you lend me your red star ? THE VULTURE With the greatest pleasure, pigeon ! THE DOVE I’ll be off, then. THE LAMB So will I. THE VULTURE I shall know where I can find you. THE LAMB Would you had a moment’s patience ! I had a much better scheme — One involving pigeon-pie ! THE VULTURE Butch ! be off with you. I’ll hop Up again to the tree-top. Yaugh Waugh ! That’s me ! Always at the top of the tree ! (They depart separately, yet together. The old Philosopher wakes).
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THE GARDEN OF EROS. 5 The throb of thy throat to the flit of our feet ! Come, I have chosen thee. DORIS Follow me then Deep in the dance to the heart of the glen ! MARSYAS Ho ! you are rich, you are red, you are ripe ! Pace me your passions to plaint of my pipe ! OLYMPAS Nay, I am with thee, my master, to match Every my song to thy lyrical catch. EROTION Nay, let us follow you — all in a ring ! Wonder of wisdom and wit on the wing ! ANAXIMANDER Come, my Giton, of the hyacinth hair ! Apollo, Apollo ! indeed they are fair ! HYLAS Kiss me again, m…
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THE GARDEN OF EROS. I3 LYSANDER In my soul — my soul ! — thou flowest Suave and sibylline and sure. O the stream I launched this boat on ! O the pool my fancies float on ! I am drowned in bays of bliss — Salmacis ! — my Salmacis ! HYACINTHOS Heliorus, siren ! I have overmatched thee now ; From the bag of Chiron Drawn a luckier lot than thou ! SILENUS Come, we have dallied long enough With music and with love. Set to the wine, and slide Each twined like vines, fair boy, fair bride, Down the long glade of sleep, At the sun’s summoning. We shall b…
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THE GARDEN OF EROS. 2I First born ? — I’ll never have another, I’m Yaugh Waugh, Yaugh Waugh. Bow to Me, you lumpy lambkin ! Haw ! Haw ! Haw ! Now at last a wooden thing That will do my business for me. Uck ! Uck ! The morning’s carrion Bubbles in my paunch. I am belching dreadfully. What ? Uck ? Uck ? How strange ! For the windy vomit of me Shapes itself into a sorry And bedraggled pigeon. Birdie, have you got religion ? Yes, he bows most properly. Come then, let us take our counsel How to stop this sad behaviour, This gross impropriety, Irreli…
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THE GARDEN OF EROS. I5 All the boy’s undulant grace To the nymph’s fantastic face ; All the maiden’s chaste delight To the flushed hermaphrodite ; While the balanced strength of man Bears its witness unto Pan. CHRYSIS Ah, the purple vein that glows Through the eyelids as they close ! Hush ! the breeze that fans the fern Bids the midnight moon to turn. We must sleep Soft and deep : We must wake — and bathe — and burn. The company being asleep, fallen lax in mid-caress, there enter a Philosopher Heracleitus and his Disciple Chrysippus. HERACLEITU…
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…sudden springs the natural face Of all the earth’s old grace. The broad sun smiles, as if that fatal close Of the revel in the garden of Eros
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THE GARDEN OF EROS. I9 Even to the uttermost silence that may be Even in this vast circuit of eternity. So, o my golden charioteer, I creep Into thine arms, and dream the dream of sleep. He sleeps. Upon the still beauty descends from his tree the man-vulture. THE VULTURE Yaugh Waugh ! Butch ! this is terrible That all these people should be happy — Pss ! — Without a thought of Me ! Ga ! Ga ! the plague Rot them in hell ! Cramp ! Ague ! Pox ! Gout ! Stone — Hoo ! What shall I do to stop it ? It’s sin — sin — sin. I hate them. Oog ! I want them t…
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THE GARDEN OF EROS. I7 Where past the star points the pole Rest the unstirred axis of the soul. CHRYSIPPUS Hear then ! By Abrasax ! the bar Of the unshifting star Is broken — Io ! Asar ! My spirit is wrapt in the wind of light ; It is whirled away on the wings of night, Sable-plumed are the wonderful wings, But the silver of moonlight subtly springs Into the feathers that flash with the pace Of our flight to the violate bounds of space. Time is dropt like a stone from the stars : Space is a chaos of broken bars : Being is merged in a furious fl…
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PROLOGUE THE GARDEN OF EROS See, in a glade of green moss, watered by a spring, a merry company languidly playing. Flutes, and harps, and panpipes are there ; and on wonderful chased silver, figured with the loves of the gods, are cups of beaded wine, and fruits, and honey, and cates of divers sort. It is night, but the moon is exceeding bright ; and the stars shine in the self-luminous blue of the vault. Around the glade are many trees ; the ground is a mass of flowers, and gathe- red roses cover the white limbs of many of the players. One gir…