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Page 1 of 11899 · PDF PAGE 61
… our lips dwell on either, you and I, Alone, above my king ! where our hearts beat, Beat close together, silently and low, And your rose feet desire my silver feet, And your arms meet and hold me everso. You must remember when with feet of fire The New Moon flamed upon the crystal night, And your desire was touched of my desire, And both grew one delirious delight And I was made your wife for everso. How you lay close to me, your head quite low In the warm pillow where my head had lain, And I, as a young heifer newly slain, With soft tears we…
1899 · PDF PAGE 83
…n to murmur on the mead, And he, unconscious, drew his eager reed From the loose tunic ; now they seat themselves On moss worn smooth by feet of many elves Dancing at midnight through them, and their voice Bids all the woodland echoes to rejoice Because the lovers are made one at last. And Charicles began to play ; they cast Tunic and snood and sandal, and began To foot a happy measure for a span, While still Archais at his feet would sit, Gaze in his eyes, by love and triumph lit, And listen to the music. And the fire Of his light reed so kind…
1899 · PDF PAGE 41
…a cliff, about whose base were strewn Boulders of amethyst or malachite. Save these the cliffs rose sheer, a dazzling white, Six hundred feet from ocean ; so divine Was the tall precipice, that from the shrine A child might fling a stone and splash it in the brine. Within whose silver courts and lily bowers The Queen of Love led Charicles ; white flowers Blushed everywhere to scarlet, as her feet, Themselves more white, did touch them. On a seat, White with strewn rose, and leaves of silver birch Remote from courts profane, and vulgar search, T…
1899 · PDF PAGE 20
…he cool enticements of the brook, And hidden in the boskage close and green.) So dreamed she, smiling like a faëry queen ; So the bright feet and forehead of the breeze Lured her to sleep, and shook the morning trees Clear of the dewfall, and disturbed the grass, So that no rustle, should a serpent pass, Might rouse her reverie. So then, behold, Chance leant from Heaven with feet and face of gold, And hid the iron of her body bare With such warm cloudlets as the morning air
1899 · PDF PAGE 93
…; Blind and black the ghylls of the mountain clefted, Crag and snow-clad slope in a distant vision Rise as before me. Here (it seems) my feet by a tiny torrent Press the moss with a glad delight of being : Here my eyes look up to the riven mountain Split by the thunder. Rent and rifted, shattered of wind and lightning, Smitten, scarred, and stricken of sun and tempest,
1899 · PDF PAGE 17
… hymns of tender-throated bacchanals Sigh through the forest, and forbidden dance Flashes the sunlight back with rhythmic glance Of dewy feet that trip ; while dainty falls Of spray-clad springs keep time : the summer haze Lies on the cornfields, the pale Corybant Dreams to the restless breeze that flings aslant Locks of vain love to strange and sunless rays That are the kiss of Bacchos wanton mouth. On such a lawn the tender Charicles Stretched limbs, that greet this morning of the May With sweet shy vigour, while from the south Toward his li…
1899 · PDF PAGE 94
…iron, Torn by the earthquake. Still through all the stresses of doubtful weather Hold the firm old pinnacles, sky-defying, Still the icy feet of the wind relentless Walk in their meadows. Fields that flower not, blossom in no new spring- tide ; Fields where grass nor herb nor abounding darnel Flourish ; fields more barren, devoid, than oceans Pasture ungarnered. Deserts, stone as arid as sand, savannahs Black with wrecks, a wilderness evil, fruitless ; Still, to me, a land of the bluest heaven Studded with silver. Castles bleak and bare as the…
1899 · PDF PAGE 43
…e our locks still mingle and lips meet, Because thine arms still hold me tenderly, My dreams are sweet. Visions of waters rippling by my feet, Trees that re-weave their branches lovingly, Birds that pass passionate on pinions fleet : Such quiet joys my eyes in slumber see— Let deaths keen sickle wander through the wheat ! I love not life oermuch ; since loving thee My dreams are sweet. Sing, little bird, it is dawn ; Chant, with the day the woods ring ; Now in the blush of the morn Sing ! Love doth enchain me and cling, Love, of the breeze th…
1899 · PDF PAGE 36
…ated semblance of a serpent wear When noon rides forth upon the crystal air. While yet she spake, the dwindling shadow ran Beneath the feet of Charicles, the wan Waste water glinted free, and to the deep Cool pebbles did the kiss of sunshine creep ; The busy lark forgot for joy to sing, And all the woods with fairy voices ring ; The hills in dreamy langour seem to swoon Through the blue haze ! behold, the hour of noon ! And lo ! there came to pass the dreadful fate Her lips had shuddered out ; her pulses bate
1899 · PDF PAGE 75
…s the rude sun breaks golden out of dawn, One swift sharp beam of glory, leapt aside And made as if to flee, but vainly plied Her tender feet amid the tangled flowers. For Zeus, enraptured, put forth all his powers, And caught her panting, timid, tremulous. And he with open lips voluptuous Closed her sweet mouth with kisses, and so pressed Her sobbing bosom with a manlier breast That she was silent ; next, with sudden force, Implacable, unshamed, without remorse, Would urge his further suit, but so she strove That even the power of Zeus, made w…
1899 · PDF PAGE 22
…lips repent With vain weak words—O iron firmament! How vain, how cold are words !—his lips repeat Their faint sweet savour, but her rosy feet Held in his hands and touched with reverent lips Revived her soul more perfectly. Soon slips Her gentle answer ; now her timid eyes So tender with the lifted lashes rise To meet his gaze. He spoke : Have pity on me Who wronged thee for my perfect love of thee, My perfect love, O love ! for strange and dread Delights consume me ; I am as one dead Beating at Heavens gate with nerveless wing, Wailing beca…