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Euterpe! Espouse me ! inspire My life looking up to Thy lyre! Of thy love, thine alone, am I fain! Be with me, possess me, reveal me the melodies never yet given to men. The starry and heavenly wheels, The earth and her glorious dye, The light that the darkness reveals, The river, the sea, and the sky; All nature, or joyful or dire, Life, death, let them throng to the lyre, All sealed with the marvellous seals ! Let them live in my sob, let them love in my song, let them even be I! Let me in most various song Be seasons, be rivers that roll, Be…
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Melpomene shone in the pyre Of terrors that burned in her lyre; But all of their passion divine I lost in the life and the stress of the world ere ever the soul of me wist. But, Orpheus, thy splendider light Was the veil of thyself the more splendid. Thou leapedst as a fountain in flight, As a bird in the rainbow descended ! From the sweet single womb risen higher Did Calliope string thee her lyre, Thy mother: and veiled her in night :-— For thyself to Herself art a veil till the veils of the Heaven be rended and ended. Now, single myself as th…
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One soul with all spirits drawn nigher From invisible worlds to the lyre ;— They throng me and silently press The strings as I need them, and quicken my fingers and loosen my tongue! And thou, O supreme, O Apollo! I have lived in Thy lands for a year, Under skies, where the azure was hollow, The vault of black midnight was clear. Think ! I who have borne Thee, nor tire— May I not lift up on Thy lyre Most reverent fingers, and follow Thy path, take Thy reins, drive Thy chariot and horses of song without fear? Let the lightning be harnessed befor…
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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…
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…Deep lights beyond heaven unsought, Dead faces seen dimly in rain ; From the depths of Mind’s caverns, the fire Reclaims the old magical lyre; The ways of creation are nought, If only, O mother, O Muse, I may measure Thy melodies in me again ! How wayward, how feeble the child Three watched from the stars at his birth ; Erato the fierce and the mild ; Polymnia grave ; and the girth Broad-girdled of gold and desire, Melpomene’s terrible lyre, That lifts up her life in the wild, The star-piercing pzan, and floats in mid-ether, and sinks to the ea…
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In the hour of vesper I change the key! I cry on Apollo to aid, I lift up my lyre on the sea. Thou reaper of fear, Accurst of mankind, I charge thee to hear, Deaf horror deep-mined In hell! O uprear - On the front of the wind ! I curse thee! Thou hearest my hounds of thunder that mutter behind ? How strange is the dark And the silence around ! Hardly the spark Of my silvery sound Moves, or may mark The heaven’s dim bound. How strange! I have sought him in vain—perchance not in vain have I found! No! Life thrills in me; Vibrates on the lyre; The…
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Comets, meteors, storms shall admire, Be mingled in tune to my lyre, The universe broken in sunder,— And [I—shall I burn, pass away? Having been for a moment the shadow of Thee ! 19
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…e sense of thy being, borne splendid ; I dreamed, I desired, I was kissed. Some breath from thy music hath bound me ; Some tune from thy lyre hath found me. Thy words are as rushing of fire; But I know not the lilt of thy lyre :— Thy voice is as deep as the sea; Thy music is darkness to me. Str. B CALLIOPE Child of Thracian sire, on me begotten, Knowest thou not the laughter and the life? Knowest thou not how all things are forgotten, Being with a maiden wife? How a subtle sense of inmost being Wraps thee in, and cuts the world away ; Sight and…
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…re weep the careless eyes, Nor any soul of life may sympathise, All I once was in this is torn and rended— Scorned and forsaken the lone lyre lies. Hath that not yet some sympathy with me? That lyre that was myself, my heart’s decree And ruler, subtle at the dawn, and splendid Noonwards, and soft at day’s declivity! I flung it in my anguish to the ground. I raise it, and its music hath not found One string or snapped or loosened, and the tune Is the old triumph garlanded and crowned ! Folly and hate! Blithe mockery of sorrow ! Shrill me no hars…
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…at 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 of my brow Deeper delight, new ardour, to discover…
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My womb reverberates the solar strains, The lyre vibrating in me: sharp and splendid My face glows, gladdens; nuptial ecstasy Is all the guerdon and the spoil of me! I am: the universe grown old must bear A scion ere it sink to dzedal slumber. Thou art my strength, and I am only fair. Our kisses are as stars; our loves encumber With multitude the fields of space, and where Our kisses tune the worlds, their lives outnumber The moments of eternity : apart I am for ever: and, in me, thou art ! EXPLICIT LIBER PRIMUS 106
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…of bliss These and thou and I will mingle, Till all Nature’s pulses tingle, Hear and follow and obey thee, _ Thee, the lyrist; thee, the lyre! These shall hear and not gainsay thee, Follow in the extreme desire, Mingling, tingling, mixed with thee Even to all Eternity. These, and all that of them is, Take from Calliope in this Single-hearted, many mouthed, kiss. 31
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… spite, In day and in night, Averse or aright, For dule or delight, I am master of things. ORPHEUS O mother, I fear me! The might of the lyre! 37
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The lyre entices fast Our willing feet and wings, We wonder from the past What spell is overcast From off the sonant strings. Awhile we deem our mates Are calling through the wood ; Awhile the tune creates These unfamiliar states Of thinking solitude. Awhile we gather clear A note of promise swell, A song of fate and fear, Assuring us who hear Of other shapes to dwell. A promise vast and grand, As is the spangled sky ! We dimly understand ; We join the following band Of dancing greenery ! We see all Nature bend To high Olympus’ hill. Our tunes …
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…oon! 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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…RPHEUS Cold lips and chaste eyes Of frost-fall that leap, That shake from the skies On the earth in her sleep Kiss nuptial, arise As the lyre-strings sweep! Come forth! I invoke thee, O frost, the valleys await thee and weep. THE FROST So silent and wise In her cerement clothes, So secretly lies My soul in my snows; T awake, I arise, For my spirit now knows The first time in her eyes That a voice may unclose My petals: I hear it; I come; I clasp the warm ground In my passion profound. ORPHEUS In valleys heaped high, In drifts lying low, Swift s…
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…HEUS Stra CALLIOPE IN the days of the spring of my being, When maidenly bent I above The head of the poet, and, seeing Not love, was the lyre of his love; When laurels I bore to the harper, When bays for the lyrist I bore, My life was diviner and sharper, My name in the Muses was more; When virgin I came to him stainless, When love was a pleasure and painless! What Destiny dreams and discovers The fragrance men know for a lover’s? Peace turned into laughter and tears, Borne down the cold stream of the years! Ant. a ORPHEUS O mother, O queen man…
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…I am cloistered above Where the stars are at strife. I am life in thy light, and thy death Is part of my breath. My voices are many, Thy lyre is but one; But thou art not as any Soul under the sun! Thou hast power for an hour The motherly dower. 71
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…nor stays me, Not checks, nor defies. Tribute she pays me From seas unto skies. But Death—shall he heed me or hear? shall he list to the lyre and arise ? O thou who art seated, Invisible king, The never-defeated, The shadowy thing! gI
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… 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 their anguish, the rocks thou ha…