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…song is smitten Into dry stray leaves elsehow doomed for sure To damp decay, Victorian manure, Miasmal squelch, black slough to mire the Sun, The stink and belch and snivel of Tennyson ! Hail and farewell, my brother ! I am he To plant in hell thy sunkissed sea-lily Thou has lived ! As I live, stars in midnights deep. Thou hast died. All die ; why boggle at the leap ? Serene and splendid blazed thy fire, nights sun : Thy task is ended, brother, thy work done. Drone on thy shore, no pæan stir thy surge ! A period to life, death, heaven, and he…
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… was soft, thy kiss was kind. We often said imperishable things Those evenings in the firelight velvet-lined. On summer evenings how the sun is fine ! How space 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 th…
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…w to the storm Of simple passion ; let me from the string Take many-coloured wing As a swift-thoughted arrow Vertically shot against the sun ! I would you were a sow And these my verses were your squealing farrow, That they might suck the milk of your perfection Unto them, that the worlds ear might be won, The worlds heart melted now, The worlds mind drawn from its dejection, By the sure fact that not in idle dream But sole in sense supreme Certainly visible and tangible Were you, O Rose, whose root remotest hell Nourishes, and whose top flo…
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THE PRINCESS OF PANORMITA 51 Let him pierce his God to the marrow ! Let 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,…
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…uth, Erect amid the wreck of Things Poised on inexorable wings ! . . . . So much the universe may see When its bats-eyes may endure the sun : This secret rests my prize to me, That I knew thee, surpassed of none, Fighting and faithful to the end, A Perfect knight, a perfect friend.
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… 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 !
1910 · PDF PAGE 234
…d to wander) Sleep sound with their wings close-furled ! It is to fulfil Thy lightest will That they come from the end of the world. The sun as it falls Clothes the fields, the canals, The city itself in a robe Of azure and gold The warm light shall enfold With slumber the passionate globe. There, all is peace and ecstasy ; Pleasure, calm, and luxury !
1910 · PDF PAGE 126
… love, and burn ! Those dissolute embers of thy lust grown dun, The ashen horrors of thy face, resemble The dull red glare of a November sun.
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… rolled. There, beneath a grove of yew, Plays a babe. Should I despise Such a foam of gold, and eyes Burning berylline, so blue That the sun seems peeping through ? Did I swoop, were Heaven amazed ? With my beak I strike but once ; Out there leap a million suns. Through the universe that blazed Screams their light, and death is dazed. In my womb the babe may leap ; Seek him not within mine eye ! Nor demand thou of me why I should plunge from crystal steep Like a plummet to the deep !
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128 UT I HAIL to the golden One Seen in the midmost Sun ! Hail to the golden beard and golden lips, His whole life golden to the finger-tips ! Hail to the golden hair in golden showers Hiding the eyes like blue blue lotus-flowers ! His name is Ut, for He Hath risen above all things that be. II Ardent and white, the Lord Whirls forth a strident sword. Its blade is broader than the great World-Ash ; Its edge is keener than the lightning-flash. Brighter than all the lights of heaven, it whirls Out in a chaos of creative curls And sheathes itself i…
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… and shower All my lifes love upon you, swift as Springs ! And I would lift you on my pinions To light and heat more splendid than the suns, Mistress !Woes me ! for I have not these wings.
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…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 alembic with his l…
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103 THE SORCERESS GIVE me the good sun streaming through Glimmering glades of yew, And the cool grass, and one chaste shrine That pious hands have builded ; And, oiled and scented, curled and gilded, A virgin, swimming like new wine In my grey old soul, that I may give His life to Pan, and live ! I have seen Love, and known A blasphemy, a violation And perfect profanation ; Wherefore the god hath flown. My heart no longer trembles If that blind Harperblind, or he dissembles ! Touches its strings with burning finger-tips, Or fastens his soft l…
1910 · PDF PAGE 151
…ternal matter is my name. The veiléd star, the crowned eleven. These are my soul, as thou my flame, O wingéd globe of serpents twined, O sun of glory in my skies ! O subtle spirit of my mind ! O ardent rapture of mine eyes ! Thou secret centre, motion, rest : Come to my breast ! Come to my breast ! THE POINT I am the Lord of Heaven, and I Am secretly arrayed and robed In all the azure abyss of sky By serpents wingéd, wound and globed. Thou art the Infinite of space, Thou the blue-lidded love of air ! I burn to kiss the exultant face, To grip t…
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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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…Mocked me with loveO misery Of each gods death, of each slaves breath ! Yea, for that Thou didst give me her Indeed my Dorothy ! the sun That 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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THE LADDER 119 TIPHERETH Hail, hail, thou sun of harmony, Of beauty and of ecstasy ! Thou radiance brilliant and bold ! Thou ruby rose, thou cross of gold ! Hail, centre of the cosmic plan ! Hail, mystic image of the Man ! I give the sign of slain Asar. I give the sign of Asi towering. I give the sign of Apep, star Of black Destruction all-devouring. I give 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 mi…
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…(Three years my wife, three years of me unwon !) That would be mine, be mine, Were I but man enough To endure the rapture of that sudden sun The knowledge of your love, The assumption of me into that sweet shrine Whose godhead duly knows Only the one wind of the utmost heaven Through hyacinthine deeps Down from the sapphirine steeps
1910 · PDF PAGE 153
…at awaits us. Love is bold. We are witnessby our fate To one poetis there one ? That beyond the miry weight Of the fog there shines a sun ! Be he comforted thereat ! . . . . . . Yea ! I chant your 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 cowa…
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…er, Thoum-aesh-neith and Auramoth, Saw in the hiding-house of fear. The sorceries that span the sphere, The spells that harness star and sun, I whispered in his siren ear Once, twice, and thrice for every one ! Once, twice, and thricethe boons begun ! With four and five and six it stirs : With seven the druid dance is done, And Death drives home his silver spurs ! Thenthe last leap. What crowning curse Can bid that cup of curses brim ? How may Gods maniac ministers Lash the last langour out of Him ? I did it. How ? So great and grim The Go…