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…in my moving moven, Are as my tears: all worlds that ever swam As dew of kisses on my lips: I am. But thou, chief lover, in whose golden heart The melody and music lifts its pzean, Whose lyre fulfilled of me, fathered of Art And that Sun’s song beyond the Empyréan, Who art myself, not any more apart, Having called my children by the call Pandean, Mellowed with Delphian gold, the Ephesian quiver, To float down Time for ever and for ever ;— I am thy lyre and thou mine harper: thou My music, I thy spirit: thou the lover And I the bride: the glory …
1905 · PDF PAGE 37
They tremble to hear me, The powers of the fire. Come near me to cheer me! Be near and inspire! Be strength in my heart and good courage, and speed in the single desire ! ) The fire knows its master! They flicker and flare, Dread dogs of disaster, Wild slaves of despair. Faster and faster— My soul is aware Of a sound that is dimmer and duller, wide wings adrift of the air. Their forces that wander No God-voice know they! Their bridals they squander! Unknown is their way! The sky’s heart? beyond her Sweet bosom they stray. Shall these then obey …
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…beauty and I ' Are of old even so As lover and lover. Come forth! I invoke thee! the hills are aglow. THE SNOW Bright breasts I uncover, Heart’s heart to thy gaze ; O lyre of my lover, I know thee, thy praise. Black heavens that hover, Blind air that obeys, I come to thee over The mountainous ways As a bride to the bridegroom: I blush, but I come And bow to thee dumb. ORPHEUS O blacker than hell, O bluer than heaven, O green as the dell Lit of sunlight at even! O strong as a spell! O bright as the levin ! Come forth! I invoke thee, O ice, by th…
1905 · PDF PAGE 96
G! O Nature, my mother, Heart melted on heart At last! Not another, Not any shall part Thy soul from my art. How should it be otherwise, Sister divine, Lover, my mother wise, Wiser than wine? Seeing I linger Here on the beach— Let God’s own finger Here to me reach, Making me singer Each unto each— Nature and Man made one In the light and fire of the sun, And the sobbing tune Of the moon, Wedded in cyclic bonds, Where fall the zon-fronds, Whose large bed bears a child (In its due period) Not merciful and not severe, Knowing nor love nor fear, Bu…
1905 · PDF PAGE 140
The heart’s whole fervour silently speeds to thee, Immaculate! and craves Thy kisses or the grave’s, Till, knowing its unworthiness to woo thee, Remembers, grows content With the old element, And asks the lowlier grace its earlier music meant. So, Lady of all power! Kindle this firstling flower The rainbow nymph above the waterfall Into a mortal shade Of thee, immortal maid, That in her love I gather and recall Some memory mighty and mute In love’s poor substitute Of thee, thy Love too high, the impossible pursuit! Then from the cloud a golden …
1905 · PDF PAGE 153
…of me awoke, Making me separate from the wings of life. Nothing avails me of the cruel strife With my own being: hideous sorrow fills My heart—O misery! my wife! my wife! Stay ! if I cannot be the Absolute, Let me be man! discard the wailing lute And wake the lyre: the mightier than me Drag up the courage in me to dispute The battle with despair: awake the strings Stronger than earth, than the immortal kings Alike of death and life: invoke the sea That I may cross her on the viewless wings Of song, find out the desolating river That girds the e…
1905 · PDF PAGE 73
…its ocean-bathéd tresses, The bright sun broadens over all the earth. The green leaves fall, fall into his caresses, And all the world’s heart leaps, again addresses Its life, and girds it in the golden girth. Then noon full-fashioned lies upon the steep. The large sun sighs and turns his bridle-rein, Thinks of the ocean, turns his heart to sleep, Laughing no longer, not yet prone to weep, Feeling the prelude of the coming pain. The hills and dales are dumb beneath the heat, And all the world lies tranced or mutely dreaming, Save some low sigh …
1905 · PDF PAGE 102
…ail lamp whose shadow gleams and shows No darkness, is as light is where its rays Cross, interweave, and marry with the day’s! I am: the heart that flames from central Me Seeks out all life, and takes again, to mingle Its passion with my might and majesty, Till the vast floods of the man’s being tingle And glow, self-lost within my soul and sea Of love, and sun of utter light, and single Keen many-veinéd heart: our lips and kisses Marry and muse on our immortal blisses. Iam: the greatest and the least : the sole And separate life of things. The…
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… upon Olympus, tunes his lyre. ORPHEUS FIRST word of my song, First tune of my lyre, Muse, loved of me long, Be near and inspire! Bright heart! Mother strong! Sweet sense of desire! Be near as I lift the first notes impassioned of fervour and fire! Not ever before Since Nature began Hath one cloven her core, Found the soul of her span ; No son that she bore Her spirit might scan ; But I, being born beyond Nature, have known her and yet am a man. Ye fieriest flowers, Life-stream of the world, In passionate bowers Of mystery curled, ct 33
1905 · PDF PAGE 89
… of fate. Eons they swallow, And swamp in the gloom, Where Eternities follow Their biers to their tomb. ORPHEUS O Mother, O hollow Sweet heart of the moon! O matchless Apollo That granted the tune! Time’s children follow The strings that commune With Nature well cloven that comes to the lyre’s lilt silver-hewn. OT O bays of the wind, And shoreland of Thrace! go
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…at heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart— Fall asleep, or hearing die. —Henry VII. . « - vocalem temere insecutz Orphea sylvee, Arte materna rapidos morantem Fluminum lapsus, celeresque ventos, Blandum et auritas fidibus canoris Ducere quercus. —Hor. Carm., Lib. I. xii.
1905 · PDF PAGE 56
…in her chamber that dreams many visions of varied delight. O how shall my lyre Divide thee, dispart Thy water and fire, Thy soul and thy heart, Thy hills that spring higher, Thy flowers that upstart, How quire thee, my limitless love, with a lewd and a limited art? A fortress, a sphere, An arrow of flame; Let thy children appear At the sound of thy name! In my silence uprear The sweet guerdon of shame! Be they choral to hymn thee, O mother, thy magic ineffable fame! Last birth of the Sun, Best gift of the giver, Thou surely art One! As the moon…
1905 · PDF PAGE 132
…den silence came Athwart some avenue Where through the trees arrowed the flame From the exultant blue ; And all the water-way became One heart of glittering dew. The waters narrowed for a space Between twin rocks confined, Carven like Gods for poise and grace, Like miracles for mind: Each fashioned like a kissing face, The eyes for joy being blind. The waters widened in a pool, Broad mirror of blue light. The surface was as still and cool As the broad-breasted night. Engraven of no mortal tool, The granite glistened white. As if to shield from …
1905 · PDF PAGE 59
Dim shadows of groves Of Demeter adorn The waves and the woods of the earth, the heart of the mother forlorn. Caves curved of the wind, Deep hollows of earth, Whence the song of the blind Old prophet had birth, The caves that confined Deep music of mirth, Thy caves, O my mother, are these not a gem in thy virginal girth ? Ye mountains uplift As an arrow in air; Ice-crowned, rock-cliffed, Snow-bosomed bare, I give ye the gift Of a voice more fair. Leave echo, and wake, and proclaim that ye stand against death and despair ! , Ye hills where I res…
1905 · PDF PAGE 92
… I curse thee or chide — Shalt thou tremble not, Thou ? Not move thee and hide From the light of my brow? Shall my arrows divide Not the heart of thee now? Art thou cased in strong iron to mock the spells that all others avow ? Art thou muffled or hidden In adamant brass? Is my music forbidden In Orcus to pass? Have I cursed thee and chidden? My flesh being grass, I curse not as yet, but command thee; the names that avail I amass. , No sound? no whisper? No answer to me? From dawn-star to Hesper I call upon thee! | 93
1905 · PDF PAGE 55
…for a boon, Sweet kisses of showers, O mother, O life, O desire, my soul is a bird in thy bowers ! , | My soul is caught up In thy green-hearted waves. I drink at the cup Of thy sweet valley graves. My spirit may sup Slow tunes in thy caves. O hide me, thy child, in thy bosom, that the heart in me yearns to and craves. 56
1905 · PDF PAGE 54
…d my glory is one! I am bride of the sun and the starlight ; The moonlight is.bride unto me; . I am lit of my deeps with a far light, My heart and its flame flung free. I am She, the beginning and end; I am all, and my name is the Sea! ORPHEUS Then thou, O my mother, Hast given to me The power of another, The watery key. Bright air is my brother, My sister the sea; I have called, and they answer and come; and their song is but glory to thee. One other is left me, The light of the earth. If Fate had bereft me, Oh Muse, of thy birth, Still I had …
1905 · PDF PAGE 15
… or ire ; Reach impious hands to his lyre. Determined to die or control _ Those strings the immortal at last, though the strings of this heart of me bleed. Come life, or come death ; come disdain Or honour from mutable men, I cry in this passionate pain— My blood be poured out in the pen! 16 .
1905 · PDF PAGE 113
…ith its venom the profound Deep of my spirit with its terrible Sense without speech and horror without sound. A devil intertwining in my heart Its cold and hideous lust, a twiforked dart Even from the fatherly and healing hand— The double death without a counterpart 114
1905 · PDF PAGE 114
… not how it yearns! Or if this pain were only pain, and not A deadness deeper than all pain, a spot And central core of agony in me, One heart-worm, one plague-leprosy, one blot Of death, one anguish deeper than control ?— Then were I fit to gain the Olympian goal And fling forth fiery wailings to the sea, And tune the sun’s ray to my smitten soul! How should I sing who cannot even see? Grope through a mist of changeless misery. An age-long pain—no time in wretchedness ! — As of an hammer annihilating me 115