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THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 17 But I am born of gods, and turn My eyes to thee, thyself divine. My vigorous heart and spirit yearn With love, my cheeks with passion burn— As thy clear eyes may well discern By gazing into mine. Thy heart is cool, thy cheeks are pale, Nor blush with shame like winter wine To understand my amorous tale, For words and looks of Love must fail To touch thee, since a snowy veil Is twixt my mind and thine. Dear goddess, at whose early breast I drank in all desires and woes ; Most reverend god, who oft caressed Her pale chaste…
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…Tortured his palate with extreme desire, And like a Mænad maddened ; equal fire Leapt in his veins ; locked close for love they lie, The hearts dumb word exprest without a sigh In the strong magic of a lovers kiss, And the twin light of love ; but Archais Felt through her blood a sudden chill ; her face Blanched and besought a moments breathing space ; Her hearts desire welled up, and then again Whitened her cheeks with the exceeding pain Of uttermost despair. At last her strength Failed, and she flung her weary body at length Amid the brui…
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… turf To the beating of the surf. Dance together, ere we part, And Selenes dart Give the signal for your slumber and the rapture of our heart. Semi-Chorus of Men Exalted with immeasurable gladness ; Bonds touched with tears and melted like the snow, Wake the song loudly ; loose the leash of madness, Beat the loud drum, and bid the trumpet blow. Semi-Chorus of Women Let the lute thrill divinely low, Let the harp strike a tender note of sad- ness ; Louder and louder, till the full song flow, One earth-dissolving stream of utter gladness.
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THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 35 SONG OF APHRODITES HANDMAIDENS My dreams are sweet, because my heart is free Because 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 …
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…re dim, his deeds are dust, His span is but a little space, He lusts to live, he lives to lust, His soul is barren of love or trust, His heart is hopeless, seeing he must Perish, and leave no trace ; With impious rage he mocks the bounds Of earth, albeit so wholly base ; His ears are dead to subtle sounds, His eyes are blind, for Zeus confounds His vain irreverence, and astounds High Heaven with wrathful face.
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…e buds of roses on the sunny slope Of lily gardens falling toward a stream That flashes back the intolerable beam Of sunlight with light heart. They fled away At Cypris word, beyond the bounds of day Into the awful caverns of the night, Eerie with ghosts imagined, and the might Of strange spells cast upon them by the dead. So, ere the dying autumn-tide was fled, There, in a lonely cleft of riven rock, Whose iron fastnesses disdain and mock Fury and fire with impassivity, Archais rested, there alone must she Wait the event of Aphrodites wiles.
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…mead, And watched her weeping. His forgotten reed Floated away, a ship for fairy folk, Along the limpid rivulet. Then broke From smitten heart and ravished lips the tongue Of fire that clad its essence with the robe of song. SONG OF CHARICLES O fountains of pale sapphire, and clear green, O hills of purple, and ye olive vales, Being music to my wing, and echo seen Of no man being, for now my spirit fails To shrill its clearest notes, and golden gales Of sound, and breezes of delighted sighs. Bring music, hear me chant the world that is, And how…
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…s Laid on me by my mother, whom the gods, Righteous in anger, doomed, for fiery sin Kindled by hell-flames, cherishéd within Her lustful heart, for sin most damnable, To suffer torment in remotest hell, Where the grim fiend grinds down with fiery stones The unrepentant marrow of mens bones, Or chills their blood with poisonous vials of death, Or dooms them to the tooth and venomous breath Of foul black worms ; and on the earth to dwell For a long space, and there (most terrible !) To change her shape at times, and on her take The fierce presen…
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…et there taketh him A strong mans one short moment of despair. He fell, the last of Titans, his loose hair Tangled in roses ; while his heart and mind Broken and yet imperishable, blind, Hateful, desire they know not what, and turn Lastly to pray for death ; his wild eyes burn, And bitter tears divide his doubtful breath. So grew his anguish to accomplish death, Had not the goddess with the rosy shoon Stooped oer the silver surface of the moon To touch his brow with slumber, like a kiss Whose dreams perfused the name of Archais, Till the swee…
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…ear 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 hearts fibers long endure the rack That tears them nowthe 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 loves demand Some tender song I sung you long ago To lume again some first sweet maiden glow…
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…o men I give to one, but thou, most high, (For womans wits through your deceptions spy And know ye for Olympians) shall know A maidens heart no lover may win so. Farewell, and find a fairer maid to love! Farewell ! But he : Through all the silent grove I sought thee sighing—for thy love would I Consent to be a man, consent to die, Put off my godhead. If thou sayest sooth, Any thy fair words bedew the flowers of truth Nor wander in the mazy groves of lying, I will be thine—speak not to me of dying Or abdication, sith I deem so far To te…