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…ain Of the marred lives: I meditate awhile Not on the mere light of the girl, the smile Deepening down to the extremest kiss; Not of the long joys of the little isle Set in Ionian waters, where the years Passed, one long passion, too divine for tears, Too deep for laughter: but on that divine Sense beyond sense, the shadow of the spheres Lost in the all-pervading light of love: That bliss all passion and all praise above ; Impersonal, that fervour of the shrine Changed to pure peace that had its substance of (153
1905 · PDF PAGE 97
…After the end. And then, O soul endued (In this my solitude) With all the thousand elements of life, Shall I not call thee wife ? O Muse long wooed! Long called to in the forest, on the mountain, Reached after in the fountain, Grasped in the slumberous sea, And yet, ever, aye, ever! escaping me! But here where the wise pen And silver cadences outrunning song, And clear sweet clean-chiselled English, sharp and strong Of the one man among the latter men Who lived with Nature, saw her face to face, And died not: here in this consummate place, Immo…
1905 · PDF PAGE 12
…amined), and are about to let it loose on society. The remaining books all share this fatal lack of Archi- tecture ; but they are not so long ; there is some incident, though not much ; and they dre proportionately less dull. Further, the scheme is no longer so ambitious, and the failure is therefore less glaring. I might have done like Burton and his Kasidah, and kept the MS. for twenty years (if I live so long), ever revising it. But (a) I should certainly not live twenty years if I had the accursed manuscript in all sorts and sizes of type a…
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Orpheus, seated 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…
1905 · PDF PAGE 83
…ur gloom ! But stronger my chords Shall lift in your womb The love of your passage and time, immemorial ages, your tomb. : Ye linger for long, But ye pass and are done: 84
1905 · PDF PAGE 138
…ul perceived the jest Of man and mortal things. And there I vowed a solemn oath To Aphrodite fair, Sealing that sacramental troth With a long curl of hair, And the strange prayer’s reiterant growth Sent shining through the air. (Invoking Aphrodtte) Daughter of Glory, child Of Earth’s Dione mild By the Father of all, the A‘gis-bearing King! Spouse, daughter, mother of God, Queen of the blest abode In Cyprus’ splendour singly glittering. Sweet sister unto me, I cry aloud to thee ! I laugh upon thee laughing, O dew caught up from sea! Drawn by sha…
1905 · PDF PAGE 135
…nd for ever! I knew the danger of the deed The while enrapt, I gladdened. My eyes upon the dancer feed As one by daylight saddened After long night whose slumbers bleed, By dreams deceived and maddened ! It might be—the delusive dance, The shadowy form I saw, Apollo’s misty quivering lance Thrown to elude God’s law ; It might be—doth the maid advance, Evanish, or withdraw? So stung by certainty’s mistrust, Or tranced in dream of sin, Or blinded by some Panic dust, By Dionysian din — Deafened, arose the laughing lust To fling my body in! I stood…
1905 · PDF PAGE 95
… a wreath ! Death is not for ye any more, for I am the Master of Death!” PARABASIS As I sit in the sound Of the wash of the surf, On the long low ground, The trees and the turf ; In front the profound, The warrior seas, Upstirred of the breeze, By the far reef bound— I know the low music of love, I feel the sweet murmur in me, My soul is in tune with the sea. The stars are above me, The rocks are below me, The sea is around! Great Gods that love me Lead me, and show me . Their powers profound. Their lightnings move me To stir me, to throw me As…
1905 · PDF PAGE 141
…ron’s wizard thrall. Thus as she danced, nor ceased, nor cared, I set the sacred throng Of heroes into acts that fared In Argo light and long, The foes they fought, the feats they dared, In shadow-show and song. (The play of Argonautae 1s shadowed before them by Orpheus’ malice might.) So faded all the dream : so stole Some fearful fondness in her soul; Even as a cloud thrilled sharply through With lightning’s temper keen and true, Splitting the ether: so again Grew on me the ecstatic pain, Seeing her tremble in mid-air, No flower so exquisitel…
1905 · PDF PAGE 129
…bian tale Enchanted palaces defy the gale, Perched upon airy mountains, on the wing Of genii poised, souls suffering and pale With their long labour: wizard spire and dome That maidens grown magicians had for home, | Where the charmed sword and graven talisman Held them supremely floating on the foam Where cloudier seas innavigably roll, Misty with elemental shape or soul, Thin grey essential nebulz of man, Caught in the mesh of magical control! 130
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I hate that foolish counterfoil of grief That one pain to its friend may give relief— Eurydice replace Eurydice Long hence—no separation sharp and brief But dwelling in the intermediate Halls between Hades and the house of Fate : Atropos cut, and pass to Clotho, and she Respin the shuttle in some other state. What shall it boot me now to gather flowers From this young hope to wile the angry hours ? That many thousand years shall pass, and show Eurydice again amid her bowers, Forgetting, and myself again be born, Clasp her grave beauty in the mi…
1905 · PDF PAGE 130
…mbers help thee to thine own, Or change the winter’s gramarye to spring’s ? Rather beguile the tedious mourning hours With memory of the long-forgotten bowers, Where loves resurged from cave and grove to throne, From nuptial banquet to the bed of flowers! Rather forget the near catastrophe, And turn my music toward Eurydice, Awake in day-dream all the ancient days, When love first blossomed on the springing tree ! Let me recall the days beyond regret, And tune my lyre to love, sharpen and set The strings again to the forgotten ways, That I may …
1905 · PDF PAGE 126
…ntly in the arms divine, Caressing arms of pale Persephone, And bathed her in death’s river tenderly, Washing the whole bright body, the long limbs, The clothing hair, the face, the witchery Of all the smiling shape in the dark stream, As one who gathers the first floral beam Of daylight by the water, dives and swims Deep in cool alleys, softer than a dream: So, rising to the other bank, aglow With the bright motion and the stream’s young flow, She might discover the Elysian ground, And find me waiting, find me sad and slow Pacing the green flo…
1905 · PDF PAGE 114
…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
1905 · PDF PAGE 127
…isdom smile beyond, Too high to care, too ultimate to seek. The bitterest sorrow of all sorrow is this : I had no time to catch one last long kiss, Nor bid farewell, nor lay one lily-frond Of resurrection for the sign of bliss, 128
1905 · PDF PAGE 75
… rooks croak and droop them to the nest: One sweet small throat begins to sing, Becomes the song, losing identity Ere its wail wakes the long low-lying crest That rears across the west. | Spring, maiden-footed, steals across the space, Sandalled with tremulous light, with flickering hair Blown o’er the sweet looks of the fair child-face, Like willows drooping o’er the liquid mere, 76
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Accurséd hopes, accurséd fears, accursed pleasures. Long-suffering of all life! Changed consciousness at strife! No dancer treads the melancholy measures Unchanged for one short tune: no dancer flags, The hateful music luring them to move Weary and desolate ; And as the rhyme revolves and shrills and drags Their limbs insane they smile and call it love, Or, mocking, call it hatred: it is Fate. These grey eyes close to the deceitful dream Of death that will not take the tired for ever. Again, again, revolves the orb; the stream, The dew, the clo…
1905 · PDF PAGE 115
…! Iam not a man. _ Nothing can I to sharpen or to span My throat with iron fingers, or my sword In my heart’s acid where the blood began Long since to leap, and now drops deadly slow, Clotted with salt and sulphur and strong woe. I shall not die: the first sight of the sward Stained with the spectral corpse had stung me so, Not stabbed me, since I saw her and survive. I shall not die—Ah! shall I be alive? This hath no part in either: bale and bliss Forget me, careless if I rot or thrive. Heaven forgot me—or she were not dead ! And Hades—or I sh…
1905 · PDF PAGE 143
…ll. The notes were clustered round the well Like angels clustering round a god. Let memory wake from its abode Of dim precision lost for long The grace and grandeur of the song! Who art thou, love, by what sweet name I quicken ? By whom, O love, my soul is subtly stricken? O Love, O Love, I linger On the dear word and know not any meaning, Nor why I chant; there is a whisper weaning My soul from depths I knew to depths I guess, Centred in two words only: ‘“‘ Love” and “ Yes.” What lyrist’s gentle finger Strikes out a note, a key, a chord unhear…
1905 · PDF PAGE 100
Long, tender, rays of night ; my subtle face Burns through the sky-dusk, lightens, fills, and flashes With solemn joy and laughter of love; the grace Of all my body swaying stoops and dashes Swift to the daisy’s dawn of love: and swiftest, O spirit of man, when unto me thou liftest! Dawn shakes the molten fire of my delight From the fine flower and fragrance of my tresses! Sunset bids darken all my body’s light, Mixing its music with the sad caresses Of the whole world: I wheel in wingless flight Through lampless space, the starless wildernesse…