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II THE WHITE WIND
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THE WHITE WIND. 63 My maiden lily-bloom. For all my cheeks are flooded with desire And shame, and black foul fire That bubbles in my soul, and shoots its terror Out of these sloe-black eyes Into the lake’s unfathomable mirror, That, laughing back upon me laughing, lies. I will creep in — afar From the frenzy of yon nameless star. But who art thou Descending in a cloud of cherubim ? A moon-white sickle crowns that flashing brow ; Thine head like the wise bird Splendidly grim That utters that unutterable word ; Thy body like the bright sun in his…
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THE WHITE WIND. 67 With face averted that constrains me to him — And this blind worm is avarice. Let me woo him ! Sweet God ! I’ll serve thee. This is Piety Twin-bodied with Hypocrisy that darts His icy slime into my heart of hearts. Here cringing Pity my wet womb inflates, And puffed-out Charity with loose red cheeks And greasy eyes. The Bigotry that sneaks Home to my home ; and once installed there, hates The bleeding wound his mouth is fastened on ; And here is Chastity that slavering sates His lust without the walls, grins, and is gone, Pre…
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THE WHITE WIND. 7I On rugs of fur and silk Broidered with curious device Of basilisk and cockatrice Upon the broad-woven scarlet marge. — God ! how this bosom boils with milk, Its veined radiance swelling — Ah ! the light grows — Back, from these splendid woes And joys obscure Into the squalid and impure House, and the filth indwelling ! She crawls within the hovel.
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…ngue too eager, dear ? EVADNE Never, never, never ! Here, Coil the roses close, a cluster In the flax, the lyric lustre ! CHRYSIS In the white waves that carouse On the satyr’s beetle brows, Plait a wreath of laurustine With the broad leaves of the vine ! SALMACIS Sweet Lysander, now thou knowest All the oracle obscure !
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II THE WHITE WIND A bare volcanic desert. A foul lake stagnant in the distance. A crazy hovel on the edge of the squalid village. The clamour of Syrian dogs. A young girl stealing through the shadows of the moonless night, craftily. THE GIRL They have not stirred. I am unseen, unheard. Now for some honey of note Plucked from the black lion’s throat ! There is no moon : earth is too still. A heat, yet bitter chill, Is in the air, the windless air. O for a breath of snow-wind on The crest of Lebanon ! I would that boy that laughed
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I26 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. Churches — towers and spires and domes, Houses — nay ! But the white tribe’s homes Whose chalky skins shall match their shores, While their itching prudes and satiate whores Bear — strange fate ! — in that puritan den The goodliest graft of the race of men ’Mid the ruck of hypocrite and slave That grovel and groan from the womb to the grave. Sadly keeping watch and ward Are the century and his guard. AGRIPPA These portents much oppress me. PUBLIUS Bodes Also my soul. AGRIPPA Such anger goads My spirit at this strange bl…
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THE WHITE WIND. 69 THE CENTURION The brazenest whore in Syria, I dare swear ! PUBLIUS Look at the blood ! A very Hymen flare ! THE CENTURION New meat to-night. She hath acquired the taste. Come, friends, enjoy her. Have we time to waste ? I heard the cock crow. He embraces her rudely. PUBLIUS Let it crow for her ! One by one they defile her. MIRIAM Scarce forty ! Yet the dawn begins to stir : The Wolf’s tail blots my star. At last I strain Some strength that strains my body back again. THE CENTURION Enough, lads ! If she breed not, at my peril …
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… this dial We must wait yet a little, majesties ! CHAU I tell you of the Oracle. I took (So that it might be an exhaustive trial) A snow-white bird with purple tail-feathers Wherein pale flames of gold mingled and shook. Here, too, my wisest ministers Gathered to solve the riddle of the Star. But so the balky brute Crushed in this gnarled fist Maintained the unequal war That at the dagger-sweep Strongly she leapt — I missed !
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THE WHITE WIND. 65 Nay, touch me not. I am a virgin vowed — She lays her hand upon his arm. I am of royal race Most mortal proud — She kneels, kissing his robe. Spare me, sweet sir ! She pretends to stagger, and falls back upon the ground. Her robe falls from her. THE YOUTH I am a messenger. He disappears. MIRIAM Shaitan ! he slipped my grip. Is there no flood to drip Some icy liquor on this hell-scarred brow ? See ! The red star glows fainter now. All is a velvet heat of horror. Night Holds me in torture. Hark ! the lake Stirs in its sleep ; t…
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64 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. To utter forth some doom of dread — But now ? A young man in a white robe is found standing before her. THE YOUTH Maiden, be comforted ! The Lord hath listened unto thy lament, The ululation of that wolfish stress ; And I am sent To heal thy loneliness. MIRIAM Ah ! thou art not as he that saw me To-day. Thou art comelier than he, And softly mayest thou draw me From this perplexity. But hast thou — hast thou such a thing of fear (Like an old giant’s knotty spear) As he ? Thou dost not laugh and leer As he did. No ! I will…
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…what is this ? Coagulated yolk of the addled egg Of chaos ! Hatch it out ! That’s why I AM. Hoo — hoo — hoo — hoo — hoo ! Oh ! — now the white of the old egg is curdled Into a ragged fleece. Ga ! Ga ! I’ve got a son : What will it be ? O heaven — a lamb ! I’m Yaugh Waugh, Yaugh Waugh. I’ll call it Yaugh Shaugh Waugh. Good ! Can you talk,
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… Stone — Hoo ! What shall I do to stop it ? It’s sin — sin — sin. I hate them. Oog ! I want them to go groaning Over imaginary ills With white eyes twisted up to Me, Where I sit and croak And snarl ! Ugh ! Faugh ! I’m Yaugh Waugh ! I’m Yaugh Waugh !
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… What ? Are ye done ? There is a distant chorus Of robust voices ; the earth heaves and pants As if the seven and seventy elephants Snow-white of Solomon made hither, marched On the black earth sun-parched Into the battle-front ; grave and sonorous, A clang of arms salutes these ears, that twitch To catch the zenith pitch Of aught that, human or divine, Might pour some drowsy wine, Poppy-heads bruised and seethed In milk of asses ivy-wreathed With honey and spice and wine moon-pale Strained though a virgin’s veil — To ease this itch. Enter a Ro…
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…f the Indies. A fair man child. CHAU, SON of HEAVEN, king of Tar- TWO NYMPHS. tary and China. MIRIAM a Syrian Girl. A company of rats. A white-robed youth. A company of toads. Legions of apes, worms and monsters. A brass bottle containing a Mannikin AGRIPPA, a Roman century. In blue. PUBLIUS, his lieutenant. ISSA, the grown man thereof. A Roman guard. MAGDA, an odalisque. An hag. JOHN, a young scribe. A blue-faced baboon. BYSTANDERS.
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…ous, Thy breath — thy leper-life lascivious — Fill me with loathing. Murder-waking hates Surge in upon me as I see thee there Wanton and white in that red touzle of hair As if a sow were wreathed with poppy-flowers. Pah ! I am sick of these delirious hours. John’s lips are cool like olive-oil — and thine, Even at the best, like some black stormy wine. MAGDA Oh beast thou art ! Didst thou not surely quicken me With child ? ISSA Thy lewdness and thy lowness sicken me. Nay, let the heavy-fringed purple lashes Lie still — my lust is burnt to bitter…
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…n 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 girl is standing, and a full nightingale song trills from her ivory throst. Upon a tall tree of massy foliage sits, hidden from the players, a vulture vast and vague in his black night of shadow. His face is human, of the ovine type, as that of a low-class Jew. He watches the scene throughout in silence, but with intense envy disguised as disgust. DORIS Praise the wine w…
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I THE RED STAR SCENE. — A grove of ilex in Arcadia. The terrace is of white mar- ble. In the centre an image of the god Pan in Ivory and Gold. The pedestal is of lapis-lazuli, the space around of malachite. It is strewn with red roses. Before the image of the god stands a naked man, in whose hand is a sharp sword heavy and curved. Its blade is of blue steel, its hilt encrusted with rubies. The man is come to his full strength ; he is very dark with deep-set glittering eyes of green flecked with fire. His beard is short, square, curly, and black…
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