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…s Of thunder-smitten stone, as motionless As Fate she sat, in manifold distress, Awaiting and awaiting aye the same One strong desire of life, that never came ; And made a song, so passionate, the cave Told its dear secret to the clinging 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 desires bed ! Mine you shall be in life, in death, in dream, Mine in the years that are, an…
1899 · PDF PAGE 10
… 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. Bard of Fate, thy song is ended : Splendid it began and splendid
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…h a measure As the gardens lord Makes his votaries dance to, death Draws with soft delicious breath To the maiden and the man. Love and life are both a span. Ere the 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,…
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PROLOGUE THE FAITH OF LIFE Yea, with thine hate, O God, thou hast covered us. SWINBURNE, Atalanta YEA, one singeth, with thine hate Thou hast covered us, O God ! Nay, another answers straight (Low his lutes sweet period) : Sink those bitter staves of wrath ! Cease that angry trumpets blare ! Sunlight burns a rosy path Yonder through the sky to where Flowers bud and linnets sing ; Loves expressed in everything ; We are covered with thy love
1899 · PDF PAGE 17
…s, that greet this morning of the May With sweet shy vigour, while from the south Toward his lips there came the shining breeze To taste life crystal-clear and die away.
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…drawn nigh to dim those luminous eyes Full of strange longings, dreams not under- stood, Nor drawn around them th amethystine hood That lifes 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 made fierce and sleek The subtle smile that flickered as a flame About her lips and lightly came and fled.
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…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 that is born, Love, with the breeze that takes wing,
1899 · PDF PAGE 55
…nd some servants of thy barren and vain Though queenliest shrine. I am of those Who hear their brazen clanging as they close Fastward on life, I wane to-night, wearied with endless strife, A lover always, never yet a wife, Lost in loves woes. O bitter doom ! Fierce love flames up, then sinks in eddying gloom Across the waves Whose awful stillness are lovers graves, Who chant in fearful melody the staves Of bitter doom. Not unperceived of Cypris did her song Die fitfully upon her tremulous tongue, Nor fell the melody on cruel ears : The brigh…
1899 · PDF PAGE 95
… asunder Not without bloodshed : Past the rule of might and the rule of lying, Free from golds 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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…som out this rose, This fair white bud whose heart is pure, Whose bosom fears not, neither knows The long vague mysteries that endure Of life uncertain, of love sure, Teach her the mystic overture To Loves transcendant throes.
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…though as dark as death Her soul had been for weary days no few ; Now, lightened by the spirit thrust anew As into a dead body breath of life, She gave sweet thanks with gentle lips that ope, Like 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…
1899 · PDF PAGE 60
…ce, Our passion, is the silent answer given To the importunate questioning of heaven. Thou art supreme, my king, and I in thee ; We have life hard by its chill throat, to choke Its petty gasping pleasures, and to see The ancient altars with new incense smoke : We are supreme to watch the universe Waiting to crash together at the curse Of God let drop upon it like the light, In one sharp agony of glory, spent Through the thick misty æther, when the night Slips her loose robe from sea and continent. Calm, and suspiring thinner air then these, We …
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…ed them with rich blood, And wrath restrained from sight the torrid flood Of tears ; her eyes were terrible ; she spake : Rise for thy life, and flee. Arise, awake, And hide thee in the temple ; Zeus hath spoken To me—me, Queen of Love—O sceptre broken !— O vainest of all realms ! that thou must die. This only chance is left thee yet, to fly Within that sanctity even he not dares To touch with impious hand ; thus unawares Creep in among the columns to a gate My hand shall show thee ; it will open straight And thou must lie forgotten till his …