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THE WIZARD WAY 31 And the rose of no terrene graff, And the lamp of no olive oil With hearts blood that alone may boil. With naked breast and feet unshod I follow the wizard way to God Wherever he leads my foot shall follow ; Over the height, into the hollow, Up to the caves of pure cold breath, Down to the deeps of foul hot death, Across the seas, through the fires, Past the palace of desires ; Where he will, whether he will or no, If I go, I care not whither I go. For in me is the taint of the faery blood. Fast, fast, its emerald flood Leaps…
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…hen he will, the weary world Of the senses closely curled Like a serpent round his heart Shakes herself and stands apart. So the hearts blood flames expanding, Strenuous, urgent, and commanding ; And the key unlocks the door Where his love lies evermore. She is of the faery blood ; All smaragdine flows its flood. Glowing in the amber sky To ensorcelled porphyry. She hath eyes of glittering flake Like a cold grey water-snake.
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35 THE GARDEN OF JANUS I THE cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above the West, brave hippodrome Whose gladiators shock and shun As the blue night devours them, crested comb Of sleeps dead sea That eats the shores of life, rings round eternity ! II So, he is gone whose giant sword shed flame Into my bowels ; my bloods bewitched ; My brains afloat with ecstasy of shame. That tearing pain is gone, enriched By his life-spasm ; but he being gone, the same Myself is gone Sucked by the dragon dow…
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…lessunless Our priestly hands were steaming With other life (sweet murderess !) That his that lay there screaming Between our knivesOr blood ! confess The truth ; or am I dreaming ? Yea ; floating on that cold pale flood Were two red stars of our own blood. We left our laugh, a smouldering coal Upon his naked middle : We ravelled out his love ; we stole His heart-strings for our fiddle : Strange tortured music from his soul We wrung, a writhing riddle ! Yea : our mouths took a subtle curve As we devoured him nerve by nerve. We danced, obscene…
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…r mastery ! In the hag-ridden, mange-bitten, Sodden, superstitious sty That John Milton made of Britain In the twentieth century, Two in blood the runes have written How to love and how to die ! Praise, O Martyrs ! Not one bead Of your strong blood but shall thrill In our hearts, and burn and breed Myriad children to your will. We will damn the cowards creed, And the eunuchs squeaking still, Till the world is yours indeed ! Yea ! at last the spell shall break Wherewith Christ and Cromwell bound us
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…hers camp to the cave. I bared the beautiful blade ; I dipped her thrice i the wave ; I slit her throat as a lambs, That the fount of blood leapt high With my clamorous dithyrambs Like a stain on the shield of the sky. With blood and censer and song I rent the mysterious veil : My eyes gaze long and long On the deep of that blissful bale. My cold grey kisses awake From the silence of utmost eld The grey cold slime of the snake That her beautiful body held. ButGod ! I was not content With the blasphemous secret of years, The veil is hardly r…
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… moaning massHow near God was those nights of June ! Death ! the mere thought of it ! For nowwhere is the ship ? where is my man ? The blood is bursting from my brow ; my choked shrieks prostitute to Pan ! Great Pan it is that thrusts his sword into my throat and strangles me ! Great Pan that clubs me on the sward with his robust brutality ! Ah no ! ah no ! Let me go blind rather than let that face of fear Swollen, its black indenture signed with blood, most maculate, appear ! Come then, O ship, the dream is past ! Could not I watch and wait …
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… clamber. She hath five navels rosy-red From the five wounds of God that bled ; Each wound that mothered her still bleeding, And on that blood her babes art feeding. Oh ! like a rose-winged pelican She hath bred blessed babes to Pan ! Oh ! like a lion-hued nightingale She hath torn her breast on thorns to avail The barren rose-tree to renew Her life with that disastrous dew, Building the rose o the world alight With music out of the pale moonlight ! O She is like the river of blood That broke from the lips of the bastard god, When he saw the s…
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136 ROSA DECIDUA Let a man pierce my side, I warrant him nor blood nor water flows, But such a poison as Locusta never Distilled from toad, asp, viper, scorpion, Nightshade, gall, orpiment, Jews hearts, Old womens tongues, by monstrous arts ; But this my poison drips, without endeavour, From the mere soul of the worlds rose ! What alchemy of hell this ronyon Venus has skill of ! Wonder that I live ! This has been like a bag-pipe drone to wail Its monotone through high, low, fast and slow. It has been like a secret cancer, Forcing all servant…
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…t is fate ! Crush my cursd headcut me in half ! The guilty soul, the swinish clod ! I laugh at itlaugh as I laugh At the body and the blood of God !
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…ill it never cease ? That which thy babes mouth, cruelly fain, Squanders in the scud, Monstrous assassin is my brain, My flesh and my blood !
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… A scarlet bow for Thy horns ! Here, in the dusty air, I build Thee a shrine to yew. All green is the garland I wear, But I feed it with blood for dew ! After the orange bars That ribbed the green west dying Are dead, O Lord of the Stars, I come to Thee, come to Thee crying. The ambrosial moon that arose With breasts slow heaving in splendour Drops wine from her infinite snows Ineffably, utterly tender.
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…s great anthemthanks to thee Black Irony with greedy throat That shaketh me, devoureth me Through my soft voice this harpy screams ! My blood, this viper-venom base ! I, the black mirror by whose gleams Megaera watches her own face.
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…and tongue) For all his wisdom that was yet babe-young. He took the gilded dung called womanhood, And fed it daily with his hearts best blood. With sun and moon he worked by day and night, Wedding the greater and the lesser light. So sought he to excite that leprous mould Even to the pure, the vegetable gold. He licked it over with his silver tongue Sang golden songs to the disdainful dung. Regenerating starlight of the vault He called ; and sulphur, mercury, and salt. Long years he laboured at the cucurbite : Long years he thrilled the alembi…
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…age with her smiles. Now ! O what love divine redeems My death, and bathes it in her beams ! What sacring transubstantiates My flesh and blood, and incarnates
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…strong ! For we will live as we would die. Ashes to ashes ? Dust to dust ? So let it be ! In God we trust. Though ruin wash the world in blood, Though death devour, though time decay,
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…with insolence, Ignoring beautys law that lent them sense. Blind wheel and deaf, of Hell in travail curled ! Brave tool that drinks the blood of all the world ! Hast thou no shame ? and hast thou no alarm Whose mirror shows thee thy decaying charm ? Hath not the vastness of the evil thing Thou thinkst thee wise of, sent thee shuddering When Naturegrand, persistent, tenebrous Uses thee, woman, thee, princess of pus, Vile animal !to slay a genius ? O golden mire ! fame ignominious !
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…ight God To some most desolate abode. Or is it crowned, thrice crowned, we are ? Crowned with long thorns sharp-gleaming, So that bright blood jets out afar From starry brains a-streaming ? Yea ! in our night there shines a star Beyond our dearest dreaming. Yea ; there is born a fearful light Proceeding from the Infinite. However that may be, tis clear What duty bids endeavour : To find you out in London, dear, A now is worth a never ! To make to-day a heaven of cheer, And make to-day for ever ! Yea ; though we know how springs r…
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1 ROSA COELI I ROSE of the World ! Ruby with blood from the bright veins of God Caught in the chalice of your heart, and pearled With dew at many a melting period When the amethyst lustre of your eyes dissolves The veil that hides your naked splendour From these infirm resolves And halting loves of your poor poets soul With radiance mild and tender, So that I see awhile the golden goal ! Yea ! all your light involves Me, me tenebrous, me too cold and base Ever to kindle to the maiden face (Three years my wife, three years of me unwon !) That w…
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…ace seems deep ! How roars the hearts red flood ! I lean toward thee, adoring, queen of mine, And thought I breathed the perfume of thy blood On summer evenings how the sun is fine ! The night fell thick and thick, a screen of sable ; Mine eyes within the blackness guessed at thine. I drank thy sighsoh poison comfortable ! Thy feet slept in these brother hands of mine : The night fell thick and thick, a screen of sable.