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1899 · PDF PAGE 81

Tale of Archais

…t dove, And calls the woodland birds to sing of love ; Forth leaps the stag and calls his mates ; the stream Flashes a silver sunbeam, a gold gleam Of leaping laughter, that the fish may know The goodly tidings ; all the woodlands glow With olive and pure silver and red gold, And all sweet nature’s marvels manifold Combine together in the twilight dim To harmonize in the thalamic hymn. HYMN O Lord our God ! O woodland king! O thou most dreadful God ! Who chasest thieves and smitest with thy rod, That fearful rod, too sharp, too strong For thy w…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 88

Tale of Archais

80 THE TALE OF ARCHAIS While the gold planets toward the sunlight roll, Weave, weave the dance ! Weave, weave the eager measure ! CHARICLES Of your revels I’ll be king. ARCHAIS I the queen of your array. Foot it nimbly in the ring, CHARICLES Strewn with violet and may. ARCHAIS Apple-blossom pile on high, Till the bridal bed is duly Panoplied with blooms that sigh. CHARICLES Not a flower of them shall die, Every one shall blossom newly ; Stars shall lend them of their beauty, Rain and sunshine know their duty.

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1899 · PDF PAGE 18

Tale of Archais

…ls were adamant, Behold there came a sylph, whose dreamy eyes Lit all the lawn, clear-glancing, deep and cool ; Whose curls were billowy gold luxuriant With stars and scents of summer woods and skies.

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1899 · PDF PAGE 7

Tale of Archais

THE AUTHOR’S BALLADE OF HIS TALE Go to the woodlands, English maid, Or where the downs to seaward bend, When autumn is in gold arrayed, Or spring is green, or winters send A frosty sun, or summers blend Their flowers in every dainty dye, And take, as you would take a friend, This pleasant tale of Thessaly. Lie on the greensward, while the shade Shortens as morning doth ascend The gates of Heaven, and bud and blade Laugh at the dawn, while breezes lend Their music, till you comprehend The meaning of the world, and sigh— Yet love makes happy in t…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 30

Tale of Archais

…vine And trills and melodies instinct with light and wine. The sun, arising, sees the sleeping youth And lumes his locks with evanescent gold, While birds and breezes, watching, hold them mute, And light and silence, the twin-born of truth, Reign o’er the meadow, and possess the wold. The poet bows his head, and lays aside his lute.

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1899 · PDF PAGE 19

Tale of Archais

THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 11 The maiden’s face was lucent ; like a rose Amid the nebulous cluster of pale gold That twined in marvellous love-locks manifold Around her brow ; Men’s lusts and women’s woes Had not drawn nigh to dim those luminous eyes Full of strange longings, dreams not under- stood, Nor drawn around them th’ amethystine hood That life’s dark pencil drawn, and in no wise Was the soft bloom departed from the cheek, Clear, more of rose than of ivory. Nor had Shame And Lust made rich and full and ripe and red The dainty child-lips, nor m…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 86

Tale of Archais

…ear us ! Smile, Artemis, thy virgin leaves thy fold ! Star of the morning, fling thy blossom near us ! Phoibos, re-kindle us with molten gold ! Starbeams and woven tresses of the ocean, Flowers of the rolling mountains and the lea, Trees, and innumerable flocks and herds, Wild cattle and bright birds, Tremble above the sea With song more noble, the divinest potion Of poet’s wonder and bard’s melody ! ARCHAIS Cold is the kiss of the stars to the sea, The kiss of the earth to the orient grey That heralds the day ; Warmer the kiss of a love that i…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 84

Tale of Archais

…bled and began. The troop was fain To keep pure silence while her notes resound Over the forest and the marshy ground. ARCHAIS Green and gold the meadows lie In the sunset’s eye. Green and silver the woods glow When the sun is low, And the moon sails up like music on a sea of breathing snow. Chain and curse are passed away ; Love proclaims the day. Dawned his sunrise o’er the sea, Changing olive waves to be Founts of emerald and sapphire ; he is risen, we are free. Light and dark are wed together Into golden weather ; Sun and moon have kissed, …

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1899 · PDF PAGE 95

Tale of Archais

…t rebellion, Past the iron gates that are thrust asunder Not without bloodshed : Past the rule of might and the rule of lying, Free from gold’s bad sceptre, and free to cherish Joys of life diviner than war and passion— Falsest of phantoms. Only now true love, like a sun of molten Glory, surging up from a sea of liquid Silver, golden, exquisite, overflowing, Soars into starland. Only now the rivalry equal, eager, Friendly, spurs the young to a mimic battle, Spurs the old to honour, and fame, and fortune, Ready to harvest.

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1899 · PDF PAGE 67

Tale of Archais

…e Would crash in one inextricable curse To primal chaos. Hear me, I have sworn.” Then, suddenly, more glorious than the morn Tipping the golden tops of autumn hills With light, more countless than the myriad rills Of bright dew running off the bracken leaves, With gold more saturated than the sheaves In the red glow that promises the day Shall glory when the night is fled away In bonds, a captive ; so more glorious Than the supreme ideal dreams of us Mortals, he sprang forth suddenly a man. Wherefore the hag, triumphant, then began

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1899 · PDF PAGE 41

Tale of Archais

…silver birch Remote from courts profane, and vulgar search, They rested, till the hero’s tale was told. Then Aphrodite loosed a snake of gold From her arm’s whiteness, and upon his wrist Clasped it. Its glittering eyes of amethyst Fascinate him. “ Even so,” the goddess cried, “ I will bind on thy arm the serpent bride Free from her fate, and promise by this kiss

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1899 · PDF PAGE 58

Tale of Archais

…inging wave As she sang thus. The sky a solemn echo gave. SONG OF ARCHAIS O Kill me with the Purple of Your Mouth ! And Slay me with the Gold of Your Forehead ! And bring me with you to the swarthy south ! And bury me in your desire’s bed ! Mine you shall be in life, in death, in dream, Mine in the years that are, and those that seem ; One with my essence, as your lips absorb My breath, and make it breezes for your bed, And all my body, to fill full the orb Of golden splendour of your royal head. King of my life and crown of my desire, King of …

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1899 · PDF PAGE 62

Tale of Archais

54 THE TALE OF ARCHAIS O dear Uranian night ! O happy hours ! Will they be long returning on their track ? Will my gold mane grow grey and know them not ? Will my heart’s fibers long endure the rack That tears them now—the fear I am forgot ? Nay, but I fear not : I well know your lips Yearn over moor and marsh for me, your hand Misses no moment but its marble slips In your bright tunic, as the little ships That seek a harbour by some rocky strand, To take your pipe, and play at love’s demand Some tender song I sung you long ago To lume again so…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 20

Tale of Archais

12 THE TALE OF ARCHAIS She lay within the water, and the sun Made golden with his pleasure every one Of small cool ripples that surround her throat, Mix with her curls, and catch the hands that float Like water-lilies on the wave ; she lay And watched the silver fishes leap and play, And almost slept upon the soughing breast That murmured gentle melodies of rest, And touched her tiny ear, and made her dream Of sunny woods above the sacred stream Where she abode (her home was cool and dark That no small glow-worm with his tender spark Might ligh…

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