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…d with whispers, Grey with huddled rocks, and a space of wood- land, Pine-tree and poplar. Now a stream to ford and a stile to clamber ; Last the inn, a book, and a quiet corner . . . Fresh as Spring, there kisses me on the forehead Sleep, like a sister. CHISWICK PRESS :—CHARLES WHITTINGHAM AND CO. TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE, LONDON
… ; Music from the sky Tunes the hymeneal lyre that will echo till we die. God we feel is very nigh ; Soft, breeze, sigh While we kiss at last to slumber, And the varied number Of the forest songsters cry : This is immortality ; this is happiness for aye. Hush ! the music swells apace, Rolls its silver billows up Through the void demesne of space To the heavens azure cup ! Hush, my love, and sleep shall sigh This is immortality !
…up, And the mountains hoary mass ; Sea and land are filled with song, God, whom we mistrusted long, We perceive to be a friend : Man at last with flower and tree, Bird and butterfly and bee, Earth and fire and air and sea, Will his voice divinely blend In a song, whose holy incense up to Heaven shall ascend And the souls that stand and shiver On the borders of the River, Shall their arms extend Unto Death as to a lover, knowing Death is not the End.
…ers, sleep, Soft and dreamless, sweet and deep, Sleep ! Sleep ! We will steal away Till the break of day. ARCHAIS In the arms of love at last Love is anchored fast, Firm beyond the rage of Heaven, safe beyond the ocean blast. CHARICLES In the arms of love close prest, And thy tender breast Pillows now my happy head ; softly breezes from the west Both Stir the ring-doves nest.
…lt together, mingle so Man may not know The little change of breath (Caught sigh that love desires,) When love grows sleep, and sleep at last in death expires.
…age your drouth, And you shall sing that sacred orison, Sing, as that midnight when we wrought as one, When in one bed our bodies met at last And all the future kissed the dying past O Kill me with the Purple of Your Mouth ! For Aphrodite sought in vain the woods, The silent mountains, and impetuous floods In all the world, nor had she knowledge of Such dens as him concealed ; (for what should Love Know of such vile morasses ?) in despair Waved angry wings, and, floating through the air, Came unto Aphaca, lewd citadel Of strange new lusts and …
…ome of Aphrodite, and should bring A message from high Zeus. The mighty king Had bidden him to speed. His wings drew nigh And hushed the last faint echoed melody With silver waving. As the messenger Of mighty Zeus descending unto her He stood before her, and called loud her name. Wrapped in a cloud of amber-scented flame Befitting his high office ; but his word, Too terrible for mortals, passed unheard To Cypris ear alone. She bowed her head And bade her nymphs prepare a royal bed Where he should rest awhile ; and, being gone, Cypris and Chari…
…maiden ware, Although her mortal eyes might see her not ; So she knelt down upon that holy spot And greeted her with tears ; for now at last The fountains of her sorrow, vague and vast, Burst from the strong inexorable chain Of too great passion, and a mortal pain Beyond belief, and so in sudden waves Tears welled impatient from their crystal caves. (Men say those barren pinnacles are set Since then with jewels ; the white violet Was born of those pure tears ; the snowdrop grew Where waking hope her agony shot through, And where the Queen of L…
…ound stood trembling in the forest dim Lingering a little, yet 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 k…
…le, unshamed, without remorse, Would urge his further suit, but so she strove That even the power of Zeus, made weak for love, Found its last limit, and, releasing her, Prayed for her grace, a raptured worshipper, Where but a moment earlier had he striven A sacrilegious robber. And all heaven Seemed open to his eyes as she looked down Into their love, half smiling, with a frown Coquetting with her forehead. Then a change,
… 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 kindled her desire That she with new glad confidence would quire A new song exquisite, whose tender tune Was nurtured at the bosom of the moon
…at golden skin of hers, And writhing with pure shame, the long grass whirrs With her sharp flight of fury and despair. Then Charicles at last became aware Of the fell death that had him by the throat To mar his music ; like one blind he smote The quivering air with cries of sorrow ; then, Disdaining fear and sorrow, cried to men And gods to help him ; then, resolved to dare All wrath and justice, he rose up to swear ; Lifting his right hand to the sky, that glowed Deadly vermilion, like the poisonous toad That darts an angry red from out its ey…
…body, to fill full the orb Of golden splendour of your royal head. King of my life and crown of my desire, King of all death when lifes last lips expire ; Mine, in the straitest wedlock rightly wed, Till God be pleased to kindle us a pyre.
…nts 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 bruiséd flowers ; while from her eyes Surged the salt tears ; low moans she multiplies Because her love is blasphemous ; the wind Sighs for all answer, sobs and wails behind Among the trees ; the streams grows deadly pale Hearing her weep, and like a silver sail