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… prison fare And the Owls blind stupor arise ! Be ye wise, and strong, and fair And the nectar afloat in your eyes ! Arise, O ambrosial moon, By the strong immemorial spell, By the subtle veridical rune That is mighty in heaven and hell ! Drip thy mystical dews On the tongues of the tender fauns In the shade of initiate yews Remote from the desert dawns ! Satyrs and Fauns, I call. Bring your beauty to man ! I am the mate for ye all ; I am the passionate Pan. Come, O come to the dance Leaping with wonderful whips, Life on the stroke of a glance…
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48 THE PRINCESS OF PANORMITA O moon ! ambrosial moon ! Arise on my desert of sorrow That the magical eyes of me swoon With lust of rain to-morrow ! Ages and ages ago I stood on the bank of a river Holy and holy and holy, I know, For ever and ever and ever ! A priest in the mystical shrine, I muttered a redeless rune, Till the waters were redder than wine In the blush of the harlot moon. I and my brother priests Worshipped a wonderful woman With a body lithe as a beasts, Subtly, horribly human. Deep in the pit of her eyes I saw the image of de…
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… Lamb, In the realm of a sexless Owl, I am set apart from the rest By meed of the mystic rune That reads in peril and pest The ambrosial moonthe moon ! For under the tawny star That shines in the Bull above I can rein the riotous car Of galloping, galloping Love ; And straight to the steady ray Of the Lion-heart Lord I career, Pointing my flaming way With the spasm of night for a spear ! O moon ! O secret sweet ! Chalcedony clouds of caresses About the flame of our feet, The night of our terrible tresses ! It is a wonder, then If the people ar…
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… but the stars of it stagger and shiver ! Leave me in peace, O disaster of light ! Leave me to solitude, leave me to night ! Is there no moon to enkindle the height ? V See how the moon with her amrita dews Drinks up the death of the Star, and renews Life in cascades of peonian hues ! Nay, but she curves to arise, to increase ; Glamour on glamour to sicken and cease. How shall the warrior win to the peace ? Fade, O thou moon in thy magical bark ! Sink in the ocean thy silvery spark ! Leave me, ah leave me alone in the dark !
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…return to thine alcove, Gliding with silent step and light Like the shadows of the night. And I will give thee, dusky dove ! Cold as the moon, these lips of love ; And seek caresses, like a snake Playing round a crystal lake. At the pallid moons disgrace Empty thou shalt find my place That shall be cold till night appear. As others tenderness and truth Desire to rule thy life, thy youth, So will I dominate by fear !
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…thy sign, Asar re-risen : Break, O my spirit, from thy prison ! I match, &c. GIMEL (with the crossing of the path of Teth) Hail, virgin Moon, bright Moon of Her That is Gods thought and minister ! Snow-pure, sky-blue, immaculate Hecate, in Thy book of Fate Read thou my name, the soaring soul That seeks the supreme, sunless goal ! And thou, great Sekhet, roar ! Confront the lion in the way ! Thy calm indomitable eyes Lift once, and look, and pierce, and slay !
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…et the soul of his God flow out ! Whether a snake or a sun In his horoscope Heaven hath cast, It is nothing ; every one Shall win to the moon at last. The mage hath wrought by his art A billion shapes in the sun. Look through to the heart of his heart, And the many are shapes of one ! An end to the art of the mage, And the cold grey blank of the prison ! An end to the adamant age ! The ambrosial moon is arisen. I have bought a lilywhite goat For the price of a crown of thorns, A collar of gold for its throat, A scarlet bow for its horns. I have…
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…LUS Now, now, O my lover, be tender ! Break not the suspense of the swoon ! O my lily in pagan splendour That throbs in the heart of the moon ! Ever the soul of me saith Let me sink back into death ! . . . Hush me the heart of our breath !
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…abbatic rout that spanned These straits my soul ! Ay, they are dead and drowned (And damned, I doubt !) Ah God ! I am exhaust In the red moons holocaust ! God ! God ! The chasms secret and profound Suck down the porphyry flood Of your maniacal, ensorcelled blood That maddens and bewitches. My life is suffocatednow I swoon I die ! I am in hell, red hell, red hell, Circles me closer ; all the souls afire As if the boreal moon With all the icy Lapland hags That shiver on s hibernal crags Were but a thin white shell Hoarding the seed of many a…
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…For a vehicle of thy vice As I am Thine to be mine. For five in the year gone by I pray Thee give to me one ; A lover stronger than I, A moon to swallow the sun ! May he be like a lilywhite goat Crisp as a thicket of thorns, With a collar of gold for his throat, A scarlet bow for his horns !
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…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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…tender ! Hark ! the appealing cry Of deadly hurt in the hollow : Hyacinth ! Hyacinth ! Ay ! Smitten to death by Apollo. Swift, O maiden moon, Send they ray-dews after ; Turn the dolorous tune To soft ambiguous laughter ! Mourn, O Maenads, mourn ! Surely your comfort is over. All we laugh at you lorn. Ours are the poppies and clover ! O that mouth and eyes, Mischievous, male, alluring ! O that twitch of the thighs Dorian past enduring ! Where is wisdom now ? Where the sage and his doubt ? Surely the sweat of the brow Hath driven the demon out. …
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…or ? Hail ! O thou sevenfold star of green, Thou fourfold gloryall this teen Caught up in ecstasya boon To pass me singing through the moon ! Nay ! I knew not what glory shone Gold from the breathless bliss beyond : But this I know that I am gone To the heart of Gods great diamond ! I match, &c. KETHER I am passed through the abyss of flame ; Hear ye that I am that I am ! THE RETURN Behold ! I clothe mine awful light In yonder body born of night. Its mind be open to the higher ! Its heart be lucid-luminous ! The Temple of its own desire The …
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60 ATHOR AND ASAR ON the black night, beneath the winter moon, I clothed me in the limbs of Clodia, Swooning my soul out into her red throat, So that the glimmer of our skins, the tune Of our ripe rhythm, seeded the hideous play Of death-worms crawling on a corpse, afloat With life that takes its thirst Only from things accurst. Closer than Clodias clasp, Death had me down To his black heart, and fed upon my breath, So that we seemed a stillnesswhiter than The stars, more silent than the stars, a crown Of stars ! For in the icy kiss of death …
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…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 alembic with his light. Lo…
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…ive ! How good to swim for the first kiss ! How good to dip oneself and dive ! Gods ! Let him get me wholly now naked and radiant as the moon Clambering on his plunging prow those nights of June those nights of June !
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…IMEL (and the crossing of Daleth) Free from that curse, loosed from that prison ; From all that ruin am I risen ! Pure still, the virgin moon beguiles My azure passage 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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…at fires my life, the spell to stir My souls enchantments every one : For this I curse Thee ! she was fair As day and brighter than the moon And all the gold stung in her hair ; And all the dawn of Mayof June ! Kindled her cheeks ; her eyes were blue As all Thy skies, as all Thy seas. Her mouthOh God ! her mouth that slew Imaginations ecstasies !
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…ebly murmuring I uttered the mysterious runes, And bade my bodys sleekness sing Silky, satanic, subtle tunes. Was he not holy ? Milk of moons Were not so pallid as his cheek, And roses of a million Junes His mouth left livid. So I seek In all Gods seas a tiny creek Wherein to moor my shallop. Nay ! He is a mountain, chill with bleak Stark winds of innocence astray ! The fearful passion sweeps me away. So with a passionate thrill of fear I creeplike shadows across Day ! Like Winter on the expended year ! From those cold feet, a frozen meer, …
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…to rend and rip the hearty out from a courtezan ? I roved from town to town : I played the whore in every slimy stews. God ! I am like a moon-struck maid, easing her drought on sister dews.