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…ature in various attire Be woven to one tune of the lyre, One tune where a million belong— Multitudinous murmur and moan, melodious, one soul with my soul! One soul with the wail of distress The ravished Persephone flung; One soul with the song of success, Demeter’s, that found her and sung; B} 17
…, Wherein some tune began to move Whose likeness and whose life was love. Roll, strong life-current of these very veins, Into my lover’s soul, my soul that is! Thrill, mighty life of nerves, exultant strains Triumphant of all music in a kiss ! Fade! fade! O strenuous sense Into the soul intense Of life beyond your weak imagining! And, O thou thought, dissever Thy airy life for ever 149
…ivolous and vain, O Zeus,” I cried, “ art thou to rise Out of Olympus’ ecstasies! Omnipotent! but to control The first breath of a human soul !—” The thunder rolled through heaven again, Void was the spring-delighted plain Of that gigantic phantasy. I turned to my Eurydice Even as she turned. The faint breath glows,— The lightning of a living rose. The bright eyes gleam—night’s spotless stars Glimmering through folded nenuphars. The red mouth moves, still to the word: “Yes, love!” and “yes, love!” Then I heard No sound and saw no sight—the worl…
…e Despair in purposeless caresses, dire Shames fang-wise fastened of the eternal snake. Is there no warmth where beauty is so bright? No soul still flickering in the lambent light Still shed from all the body’s excellence? No lamp unchidden of the utter night? Cannot my life be molten into thee Or thy death fall with rosier arms on me Or soul with soul commingle without sense, As the sun’s rays strike deep into the sea? O beauty of all beauty—central flower Of all the blossoms in the summer’s bower! Fades not all Nature in thy fall? the sun Not…
… listening vale. For oh! she trembled! Frail and pale, Her look’s surpassing loveliness Lulled its own light to fond distress, As if the soul were hardly yet Fit to remember or forget New-born! and though the goddess bade The nymph-bud blossom to a maid, And soulless immortality Reach to a soul, at last to die, For love’s own sake, bliss dearly bought For change’s altering coin ill-wrought, It seemed as though the soul were strange, Not fledged, not capable to range At random through the world of sense Opened so swift and so intense Unto the be…
…ur fear, Pass to a solemn state Pregnant with hope and fate. O Orpheus, we are here! THE EARTH Life hidden in death, Life shrined in the soul, Life bright for his breath, Life dark for his goal, I am Mother, and Burier, and Friend—- Look thou to the end! I am Light in thy Love, Iam Love in thy Life. 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
Emotion fills our souls, And love delights us well, And joy of sense full rolls; But leads us, and controls Life’s central citadel. Whence we were drawn who knows? Of law or Gods or chance? But, as life’s river flows, What Sea shall clasp and close Beyond blind circumstance? Such little power we own Of vague experience, And instinct to enthrone The life’s mere needs alone, Nor answer “why” and “ whence. Nor wandering in the night Our minds may apprehend Reflecting in pure light Of soul, what sound or sight May lead us to some end. We hear the d…
in such cool peace that even thy lyre awakes Hardly a soul that tenderer music makes. Yet we arise and listen for our own sweet sakes. THE LIVING CREATURES OF THE EARTH The heavy hand is held, And the whips leave weary blows. The mysteries of eld | Are cancelled and expelled, And the miserable throes. All we are shapen fair In many forms of grace, But change is everywhere, And time is all our share And all the ways of space. One lives an hour of day ; One even man’s life exceeds ; One loves to chase and slay ; One loves to sing and play ; Each …
…rowy hours, Girt round of the moon And the girdling flowers, The sun 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
…found, 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 into a swound, The song of the infinite surf that is beaten and bound As a fierce wolf-hound, The song that lures me, and lifts me, and mingles my , soul into sound! 96
Manifold, mighty, monstrous, no light giving Unto the soul that is not also light ;— We rise in ghastly power ; we know the token, The speech of silence and the song unspoken. ORPHEUS Come forth to the sound, Ye lustres of years That hide in profound Abysses of fears, Hidden and bound! The voice of tears Implores and impels ye, O lustres, with a tune that is strong as a seer’s. THE LUSTRES Fivefold the shape sublime that lifts its head Uniform, self-repeating, comparable At last to a man’s life: twice seven times dead Ere the light flickers 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 thy soul, I pray to A…
… its wide pinions Into a darkness deeper than its own. Silence hath shattered all the dream-dominions Of life and light: the grey bird’s soul is flown Into a soundless night, Lampless: a vivid flight Beyond the thrones and stars of heaven down hurled, Till the great blackness heaves An iron breast, and cleaves The womb of night, another mightier world. Lost is my soul, and faded The light of life that braided Its comet tresses into golden fire. Fade, fade, the phantoms of desire ! Speed, speed the song of love upon the living lyre! Lo! I abide …
… fresh young element Of blood in every osseous vein of time, New senses more sublime! Should it not be that the ill days are past And my soul lost at last, Lost in thy bosom who art mother of all Ere the first was, to fall 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 An…
Thou take the wife, and risk the fate Eons could hardly culminate To lose thy soul! Not two but one Are ye. Together, as the stone, The oak, the river, or the sea, Mere elements of mine be ye, Or both resolve the dreadful life, And take death’s prize! Take thou the wife, Thou, who didst know. Her ignorance Resolve itself upon a chance! She shall decide the double fate. Be still, my child, and meditate ! This is an hour in heaven.” He ceased And I was silent. She released Her soul from that tremendous birth Of fear in gentle-minded mirth. “ Grea…
…f 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 unheard of? What voice intones a song I know no word of ? Who am I, Love, and where? What is the wonder of this troubl…
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…e 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
…t, We come, the bright daughters Of day shed on night; The sun and the waters Have brought us to light ; The sound of him slaughters Our soul in his sight. We hear the loud murmur; we know him; we rest; We breathe in his breast. ORPHEUS By sunlight up-gathered As dust of his cars, By moonlight unfathered, Unmothered of stars, Unpastured, untethered, Unstricken of scars, Come forth! I invoke ye, O clouds! ye veils! ye divine avatars! 39
…orth! 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 slopes to the sky, Come forth to me, snow! 42