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…th Of multiple mood That givest men birth And delicate food, Red wine to make mirth Of thine own red blood, And corn and green grass and sweet flowers and fruits most heavenly-hued ! Borne skyward in swoon By arrowy 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…
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…ed spring, stained blue From the blue breasts that suckle to the child. Through the new-leavéd trees The hidden stranger sees The moon’s sweet light, the shadows listening If a ghost-foot should fall: And if a ghost-voice call , Tremble the leaves and light-streaks of the spring. On wavering wing The small clouds gallop in the windy sky: The hoarse 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, maid…
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…und 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 unheard of? What voice intones a song I know no word of ? Who am I, Love, a…
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… Crusted in darkness lie the secret lights. Formed in the agony of earth as tears, Clothed in the crystal mirror of the years, We dwell, sweet-hearted nun-like eremites ! Diamond and ruby, topaz and sapphire, Emerald and amethyst, one clear bright fire, We are earth’s stars below, as she above hath Night’s. Our sweet clean song pierces the cover, And thin keen notes of music flit and hover Like spirit-birds upon the lyre of this our lover We, children of the mountains, lying low On earth’s own bosom, deep, embowered, flow In wide soft waves of …
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… and source of bliss, And in his vast embrace to rouse me, madden Once with the light of passion, not to miss Uttermost rapture till the sweet loves sadden To sweeter peace thrilled with young ecstasy— Ah! man’s high spirit may not reach to Me! Iam Nature and God: I reign, I am, alone. None other may abide apart: they perish, Drawn into me, into my being grown. None other bosom is, to bear, to nourish, To be: the heart of all beneath my zone Of blue and gold is scarlet-bright to cherish My own’s life being, that is, and is not other ; For I am …
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…is 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
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ORPHEUS Child of sweet rain, O fathered of frost! Bitterest pain The birth of thee cost. Passion is slain When wished of thee most. Come forth! I invoke thee, O hail, thou lord of a terrible host! THE HAIL My father was glad of me In places unseen; My mother was sad of me, Where wind came between ; Winter is mad of me, Earth is my queen ; Meadows are clad of me, Nestled in green. As pearls in the cloudland I slept; but I hear the loud call ; I obey it and fall! ORPHEUS Rain’s guerdon and daughter By sunlight’s spies Divided in water, O light-st…
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…bysses 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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…wers There had made a lasting spring. Everything that 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.
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…sons decay, Ere one sound of thy soul, O fervent and following years, springs over the solar goal ! Come forth to the sound Of the seven sweet strings! Advance and rebound! Be your pomp as a king’s! Girdled around With seasons and stings As a serpent’s encompassing Time. Come forth! on the heavy grey wings! Ye arbiter lords That sit as for doom, Bright splendour of swords Leaps forth in your 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…
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…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 me and hear? . Shall the tameless ones hear and obey? From secretest places Whence darkness is drawn, Where terrible faces Enkindle the dawn, 38
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…d 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 on the river, 57
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…uds thunder-rifted, I leap as a fawn. The voice is uplifted, The lord of my dawn; My spirit is shifted, My love is withdrawn. I hear the sweet feet of my God ; I know him ; I fall In tears at his call. 4I
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…nghter of Glory, child” Continues the tale of his wooing —" I cage the lavish ore and sate” Eurydice’s song—" Who art thou, love, m what sweet name I quicken” . Continues the tale of his wooing—‘‘So by some spelt divinely drawn” Orpheus’ song—'‘‘ Roll, strong life-current of these very veins” Concludes his lament—‘‘ So sped my wooing: now I surely think” PAGE 119 120 132 137 137 139 142 144 145 149 153
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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 …
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…m! The things that befall Only slumber or seem ! They fear; they appal— They are not as ye deem! Death died when I dipped my lyre in the sweet Heli- conian stream! Give praise to your lord, All souls that draw breath, All flowers of the sward! For the song of me saith: 95
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…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 sharp sparrow and dove And swan’s wide plumes of love, And all the swallow’s swifter vehemence, 139
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…NS In the heather deeply hidden, From the caverns darkly drawn, In the woodlands man-forbidden, In the gateways of the dawn, In the glad sweet glades descended, On the stark hills gathered high, Where the snows and trees are blended, Kissed at birth by sun and sky; We have heard the summons: we are open to the day- spring’s eye. 48
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ORPHEUS O broad-bosomed lakes Whence the mist-tears uprise, That shed in sweet flakes The gleam of the skies, Whose countenance takes The bird as he flies In kisses, come forth! I invoke ye, O lakes, where the love of me lies! THE LAKES In the hollow of the mountain, In the bosom of the plain, Fed by river, stream, and fountain, Slain by sun, reborn of rain ; In the desert green-engirded, Lying lone in waste and wood, To my breast the many-herded Lowing kine in gracious mood Come, drink deeply, and are glad of me, my pleasant solitude. ORPHEUS …
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…od to me! I love you—be not dead !—rise up and say “TI feigned, I lay Thus so you kissed me”—O Eurydice, Be good to me! There is not one sweet sigh of all the old sighs— Open your eyes! Not one warm breath of the young breast: no sleep Could be so deep. The last pale lotus opens to the skies. Open your eyes ! Lift the blue eyelids under the deep lashes Till one light flashes! Wake with one supreme sigh like the old sighs! Open your eyes! I cannot leave you so, Eurydice. Come back to me! Just in the triumph, in love’s utmost hour, Life’s queenli…