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LE VIN DE LASSASSIN 213 I begged of her a darkling tryst One nighta night of wind and rain. She came, poor silly devil ! Pist ! We are all more or less insane. She was still beautiful, although So tired. Still sweet ! still pale ! still shy ! I loved her overmuchand so Out of this life you go ! said I. No one can understand me. None Of these dull drunkards could divine In nightmares this that I have done To make a winding-sheet of wine ! This black invulnerable vice Engines of iron ! towers of stone ! For winters blight or summers s…
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…9 LE REVENANT LIKE angels lion-eyed that rove I shall 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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24 THE WIZARD WAY VELVET soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew Where its ray fell light as dew, Lighting up the shimmering veil Maiden pure and aery frail That the spiders wove to hide Blushes of the sylvan bride Earth, that trembled with delight At the male caress of Night. Velvet soft the wizard trod To the Sabbath of his God. With his naked feet he made Starry blossoms in the glade, Softly, softly, as he went To the sombre sacrament, Stealthy stepping to the tryst In his gown of amethyst. Earlier…
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157 AVE ADONAI PALE as the night that pales In the dawns pearl-pure pavilion, I wait for thee, with my doves breast Shuddering, a god its bitter guest Have I not gilded my nails And painted my lips with vermilion ? Am I not wholly stript Of the deeds and thoughts that obscure thee ? I wait for thee, my soul distraught With aching for some nameless naught In its most arcane crypt Am I not fit to endure thee ? Girded about the paps With a golden girdle of glory, Dost thou wait me, thy slave who am, As a wolf lurks for a strayed white lamb ? T…
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…he shot in May Still rankles in September ; The flames in June that died away Have yet a lively ember. I force myself to dream all day : Night wakes meI remember. Yea ; in the night thou lackest me. And I ? Ah surely I lack thee ! I must remember how we stood And let mad Paris pass us (Holding one moment to be good, For all the years surpass us.) And touched in our beatitude The peak of Mount Parnassus. Yea ; we did well to break the bars, And dwell one moment with the stars ! We played the ancient Comedy That Pan taught to the Satyrs.
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…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 are mad with blindness, And nothing is stranger to men Than silence, and wisdom, and kindness ? Nay ! let him fashion an arrow Whose heart is sober and stout !
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… 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.
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…ing hull Aching beneath the bacchant blast, malevolent and beauti- ful ? Ai ! Ai ! then wheres my man, my man ? I am a witchs sieve to-night, Parched as the lusty Lesbian was for her savage lord, the light ! Ah ! couldst thou slay me and appeasethough naught but slaughter serve my turn, I, in an hour that bring thee ease, fret the nights silk and ache and burn. But nowmy whole life stings in me ; a viper violates my veins ; Locusta laughs at Lalage ! a ghoul that sucks at her own brains ! Where is the ship ? Where is the ship ? Where is my…
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…oys lustall the mighty buildings glamour Dislimnsthe shrines a stye. Who dares to blight My dreams I damn. You would not throwlast night Your carrion lump of lechery to my clamour, Cheap, common as it is, a crawling cheese . . . So, for those verses, be content with these !
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…EMIA. Come to his mummy, then ! CARR. Youre not my mummy ! Thats what I complain of ; you always treat me as a Cheops, ever since that night on the Great Pyramid ! EUPHEMIA. [Hides her head in his bosom.] Oh shame, shame ! CARR. Not a bit of it ! Think of the infinite clearness of the night The magical green of the sunset, The magical blue of the Nile. The rising of the great globed moonthe stars starting from their fastnesses like sentries on the alarmthe isolation of our stance upon the summitthe faery dis- tance of Cairo and its spe…
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BELLADONNA 125 Come ! let the night fall ; let us drown what knows In what exults ; blot out the wizard figure Of thought, and build the many-coloured rose Your body on the cross, my bodys rigour. Chaos and Cosmos as God ebbs and flows Less than your thrustwring out the extreme vigour ! Annihilation take us, till we rise Once more to the damnation in your eyes !
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…anish for ever every interest ! The cradling breeze shall woo us, soft and sweet, Ruffling the waves of velvet at your feet. When solemn night of swart oaks shall prevail Voice our despair, musical nightingale !
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…? Why, its Captain Fuller that told us so. And how do you know that Fuller was right ? Im afraid youre a wicked man ; Good-night. While this sort of thing is styled success I shall not count failure bitterness.
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209 LE GOUT DE LINFINI I adore Thee as I do the Vault of Night, (O Vase of Sadness ! Silence of great might !) And love Thee more that Thou escapest me Dazzling my dreams, ironic subtlety That still adds league to leagueleagues limitless That keep the azure abyss from my caress ! I grip Gods throat, I grapple Him to terms So, to a corpse, a choir of coffin-worms ! Ah beast ! I love thee, cruel and uncontrolled, Even to that ice that burns when fire is cold.
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… Since all transports me, how shall I Aught of one thing affirm aright ? She dazzles like the morning sky And soothes my spirit like the night. Too exquisite the music is That all her lovely shape affords For impotent analysis To mark how every bar accords.
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…m 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 Temple of the Rosy Cross !
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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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85 THE OCTOPUS THE red lips of the Octopus are more than myriad stars of night. The great beast writhes in fiercer foam than thirty stallions amorous. I would they clung to me and stung ; I would they quenched me with delight, The red lips of the Octopus. They reek with poison of the sea, scarlet and hot and languorous. My skin drinks in their slaver warm ; my sweats his rapt embrace excite. The heavy sea rolls languidly oer the ensanguine kiss of us. We strain and strive, we die for love ; we linger in the lusty fight ; We agonize ; our clutc…
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…nd fantastical curls ; My lips like a sunset for languor, My skin like a moonrise of pearls. Ah ! but like stars in the deep Deep of the night, and asleep, Are the eyes that await thee, and weep.
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…be-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. Long years he travailed at t…