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…ed purple, round and sweet, Rich golden wheat Of night. Ill kiss thee, lotus-flower, Ill pluck thee, yellow grain, Once and again This hour. There coos a dove to me Across the waves of space ; O passionate face To see ! Ill woo thee, silver dove, Caress thee, lotus-flower ; It is the hour Of Love. Cypris blushed deep ; albeit for love did swoon At the songs sweetness, while the cold dead moon Was still and pale ; her nymphs are fain to sigh With sudden longing filled, and like to die For vain delight, for still across the sea Stole sensuous…
1899 · PDF PAGE 32
…eir own wickedness discover sin Unguessed at, but slow treason creeping in, To spread corruption, and destroy the earth. But in the holy hour and happy birth That swam through stars propitious, meadows white, And fresh with newer flowers of the night In the pale fields supernal, when his sire Took from the nurse the child of his desire, A man, the prayers of many maidens sent So sweet a savour through the firmament That no false spirit might draw nigh. And still His angel ministers defend from ill The head they nurtured. Evil dreams and spells,…
1899 · PDF PAGE 49
…l his rage Have lost its first excess—then may we wage A more successful war against his power. But Charicles : Shall I for one short hour Fly from his tyranny ? Am I such man As should flee from him ? Let the pale and wan Women have fear—in strength of justice, I His vain fierce fury do this hour defy ! There shot through Heaven an awful tongue of fire, Attended by its minister, the dire Black thunder. In clear accents, cold and chill,
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viii THE TALE OF ARCHAIS Turn from my book, the poet prayed, And look to Heaven, an hour to spend Before His throne who spake and bade The fountains of the deep descend And bade the earth uproot and rend To pitch like tents the mountains high, And gave him language who hath penned This pleasant tale of Thessaly. ENVOI Fair maiden, who hast rightly weighed The message of the morning sky, Think kindly of the man who made This pleasant tale of Thessaly.
1899 · PDF PAGE 51
…rodites help—he strayed Through swamps and weary bogs, nor yet be- trayed His anguished countenance to mortal men. There was so keen an hour of sorrow, when He had destroyed himself ; but Heavens hand, Stretched out in vengeance, held him back. The land, Where rest is made eternal, slipped his clutch ; He wandered through the world and might not touch The sceptre of King Death. In vain he sought Those fierce embraces, nor availed him aught To numb the aching of his breast. The maid He loved, now freed from doom, no longer prayed
1899 · PDF PAGE 79
…ll jet thee with desire And foaming fire, And fire from thee shall move Her spirit to devour, And fuse and mingle us in one transcendent hour. Godhead is less Than mortal love, the garland of the spheres, Than those sweet tears That yield no bitterness To the luxurious cries That love shrills out in death, that murmur when love dies. Love dies in vain. For breezes hasten from the summer south To touch his mouth And bid him rise again, Till, ere the dawn-stars breath, Love kisses into sleep, Sleep swoons away to Death. So Zeus in her sweet arms…
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… to-day ? Is the wine spilt ? Is the flute Broken ? Is thy lover fled ? Has the dancer danced away ? Is the voice of ocean mute ? Is the hour of dreamland dead ? Nay, the slumbers of thine head Shall be until thy lures. Love shall gird thee as a garment while thy very life endures Sing, lute, sing a sweeter measure, Drown the wild discordant notes, Life, sob out thy chant of pleasure (Love a lure, and life a treasure) As a thousand thrushes passion Throbbed it from a thousand throats, In the wild Hesperian garden, in the old Danaic fashion. Ba…
1899 · PDF PAGE 28
… crimson lips have planted Paler roses, warmer grapes, Ere the maiden breasts have panted, And the sunny shapes Flit around to bless the hour, Comes men know not what false flower : Ere the cup is drained, the wine Grows unsweet, that was divine. All the subtle airs are proven False at dewfall, at the dawn Sin and sorrow, interwoven, Like a veil are drawn Over love and all delight, Grey desires invade the white. Love and life are but a span ; Woe is me ! and woe is man !
1899 · PDF PAGE 31
…began, He made moist clay, and breathed on it, that man Might be most frail and feeble, and like earth Shrink at Deaths finger from the hour of birth ; And like the sea by limits of pale sand Be utterly confined ; but so He planned To vivify the body with the soul, That fire and air were wedded to control The heavy bulk beneath them, so His breath Touched the warm clay and violated death, Gave to the spirit wings and bade it rise To seek its Maker with aspiring eyes, Gave to the body strength to hold awhile The spirit, till the passions that d…
1899 · PDF PAGE 54
…, Since as he sank the maiden thought to leap Within the bosom of the vaulted deep From that high pedestal. And seeing this, That yet an hour was left her, Archais Lift up her voice and prayed with zeal divine To Aphrodite, who from her far shrine Heard and flew fast to aid over the night-clad brine. PRAYER OF ARCHAIS O Mother of Love, By whom the earth and all its fountains move In harmony, Hear thou the bitter overwhelming cry Of me, who love, who am about to die Because of love. O Queenliest Shrine, Keeper of keys of heaven, most divine Yet …
1899 · PDF PAGE 36
…or 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 77
… half rises up, Sips once again from that moon-curvéd cup, And, in his passion gazing on the flower, Darker and riper for Loves perfect hour, His clear voice through the silent atmosphere Burst rich and musical upon her ear. SONG OF ZEUS O rosy star Within thy sky of ebony shot through With hints of blue More golden and more far
1899 · PDF PAGE 70
…f the day Thou art as free as air, as woodland fay Treading the circle of unearthly green, By maiden eyes at summer midnight seen. These hours of freedom thy mayst use to free Love from his toils, and joy and goodly gree Shall be thy guerdon. Listen ! I have power To change thy semblance in thy happier hour ; Thou shall assume the countenance of Loves Divinest maiden in the darkling groves Of Ida. There shall thou meet happily With Zeus himself. I leave the scheme to thee.
1899 · PDF PAGE 76
…s are Chary to ask too much—didst thou refuse Either my honour or thy love to lose Were a hard portion, for in sooth I Love. Ah happy hour, sweet moment ! Fairest grove