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1910 · PDF PAGE 238

The Winged Beetle

…’s great fear and gloom ! Loose thou my spirit from the larvæ of the tomb ! I seek them in their dread abodes without affright : On them will I impose my will, the law of light. I bid the night conceive the glittering hemipshere. Arise, O sun, arise ! O moon, shine white and clear ! I seek them in their dread abodes without affright : On them will I impose my will, the law of light. Their faces and their shapes are terrible and strange. These devils by my might to angels I will change. These nameless horrors I address without affright : On them…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 229

The Winged Beetle

… 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 moon’s 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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1910 · PDF PAGE 213

The Winged Beetle

…Love is seated on the skull Of humanity ; And the mad, malicious fool, Laughing brazenly, Gaily blows his bubbles high In the air apace. Will they reach the stars that lie At the end of space The shining globe—O fragile veil ! Gives one leap supreme, Breaks and spits its soul out, frail As a golden dream. Groans the skull at every puff : “ Peace, I pray thee, peace ! The game is fierce and fond enough— Will it never cease ? “ That which thy babe’s mouth, cruelly fain, Squanders in the scud, Monstrous assassin is my brain, My flesh and my blood …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 16

The Winged Beetle

…ll their innocence adores Is some old anchor with its rusty flakes Fallen from God knows what forgotten ship. No ! not in Fancy’s palace will I play, Nor in imagination’s deep will dip The timid foot ; but rather will I strip Each rag of thought, and leap Into the sunset deep Still glowing with the glamour Of your life’s blood, and ashen gold With floating gossamer your hair, that might enfold A giant god, and strangle him anon With starry serpents like Laocoon, A stoic god that might enamour And draw him with its tendrils into time. VI My mout…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 198

The Winged Beetle

…a moment on urgent business. [The lovers exchange signals privately. EUPHEMIA. Show him up. THOMAS. Yes, miss. [THOMAS goes out. CARR. I will go and get a snack. Trust me—love me—— EUPHEMIA. I will—I do. [They embrace. CARR goes to the door—turns. CARR. Love me—trust me. [EUPHEMIA “ flies to him, kisses him again, nods. EUPHEMIA. I will—I do—I love you—I trust you. CARR. Sweetheart ! [they kiss, furtively, as if hearing footsteps.] So long ! [She retreats into the room, and blows him a kiss. CARR. [outside, loudly]. Good morning, Miss Ossory ! …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 231

The Winged Beetle

221 LE BEAU NAVIRE I WILL recount to thee, enchantress smooth ! The varied beauties that adorn thy youth, And paint for thee thy loveliness Where infancy and womanhood caress. Sweeping the air with that broad skirt, to me Is imaged some tall ship that puts to sea With canvas spread, that treads a measure Of love-in-idleness and peace-with-pleasure ! On shining shoulder and soft rounded throat Thy poised head sways—strange grace of melilote With a triumphant air and mild Thou passest on thy way, majestic child ! I will recount to thee, enchantre…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 153

The Winged Beetle

…o 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 coward’s creed, And the eunuch’s 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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1910 · PDF PAGE 46

The Winged Beetle

…d ; Crushed, as a grape between his teeth, my fears ; Sucked out my life And stamped me with the shame, the monstrous word of wife. VI I will not weep ; nay, I will follow him. Perchance he is not far, Bathing his limbs in some delicious dim Depth, where the evening star May kiss his mouth, or by the black sky’s rim He makes his prayer To the great serpent that is coiled in rapture there.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 41

The Winged Beetle

…aves 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 within me, violent rude Like a bestial faun’s beatitude. In me the faery blood runs hard : My sires were a druid, a devil, a bard, A beast, a wizard, a snake and a satyr ; For—as my mother said—what does it matter ? She was a fay, pure of the faery ; Queen Morgan’s daugh…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 149

The Winged Beetle

…en for a drink ! I’ll wait till she is dead, to bring those tears. I doubt not in the garden of my heart Whence she is torn that flowers will bloom again. May those be flowers of weeping, flowers of art. Flowers of great tenderness and pain, Broad lilied meers Lying in a lonely leafless forest Silent and motionless beneath the moon. I feel my weakness, O thou soul that soarest Into a heaven beyond imagining On the unfaltering wing. Of the magic swan ! I know this tune Should swell to a strong note, a triumph note Blared through a trumpet’s thro…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 188

The Winged Beetle

…ushed in a moment—— MRS. OSSORY [very piously]. Without a warning. Ah well, we must hope that—— [Her voice becomes a mumble. DELHOMME. I will bid you good morning ; I am sure you will not wish strangers to intrude upon your grief. If there is anything that I can do— MRS. OSSORY [“ conventionally ”]. Pray do not leave us yet, Monsieur Delhomme. Lunch is just ready. DELHOMME. I really think that I should go. [He shakes hands. MRS. OSSORY. Good morning. We are so grateful for your sympathy and kindness. [He turns to the old man.] Grandfather is as…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 192

The Winged Beetle

…ay and help me with the letters, Mr. Carr. We shall have a great deal to do in the next day or two. CARR. Well, if you really wish it, I will try and be of what service I can. [CARR, with his back to audience, laughs with his hands, behind it. MRS. OSSORY. That is indeed kind of you, Professor ! [CARR’S hand-laugh grows riotous. GRANDFATHER. Where is Nurse ? I want my whisky and milk. MRS. OSSORY. [Rings.] I shall go down to lunch, Alfred. Lunch when you like, please, everybody. I fear the house will be much upset for a day or two. You must go …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 68

The Winged Beetle

…a gaby, And at last, when you strike to the heart—if you please ! I riposte with the lightning-flash—“ Pens’-tu, mon Bébé ? ” You fool—I will ruin you, turn you adrift, Kick you and spit—you are done ! you may shift For yourself as girls do—on the streets, on the quays, Till no sot will touch you for a crust or a gift.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 33

The Winged Beetle

…!—all who urged that hermit to confess Caught the infection of his happiness. I would it were my fate to dree his weird ; I think that I will grow an elfin beard.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 102

The Winged Beetle

…hat holdeth thee, who art Authentic Truth. O golden hawk ! O lidless eye ! Behold How the grey creeps upon the shuddering gold ! Still I will strive ! That by the striving broken I may exhaust this me ! That thou mayst sweep Swift on the dead from thine all-seeing steep— And the unutterable word be spoken.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 193

The Winged Beetle

… of you to help. CARR. Not at all, Mrs. Ossory, not at all. I am only too glad. You should try and get a nap after lunch. MRS. OSSORY. I will—I really think I will. [Exit. CARR. [Closes the door, turns to EUPHEMIA, executes a quiet hornpipe, goes to EUPHEMIA, holds out his arms.] Sweetheart ! EUPHEMIA. How dare you ! How can you ! With poor Uncle Henry lying dead ! CARR. Why have a long Latin name if you mean to play

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1910 · PDF PAGE 197

The Winged Beetle

… gentleman named Shaw that marriage is only a joke— no, not Shaw ! Vaughan, or Gorell Barnes, or some name like that ! EUPHEMIA. But you will, won’t you ? CARR. No, I won’t, will I ? [Sings.] “ I have a wife and bairnies three, And I’m no sure how ye’d agree, lassie ! ” EUPHEMIA. What ? [She releases herself. CARR. Well, the wife’s dead, as a matter of fact. Her name was Hope-of-ever-doing-something-in-the-Wide- Wide. But the bairns are alive : young Chemistry, already apt at repartee—I should say retort ; little Biology, who’s rather a worm be…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 96

The Winged Beetle

…aths Of bay and myrtle that you twined ! Dread spies Of Satan that unveil the God in me, And strip it naked with their mockery ! Death ! will you never take away your eyes ?

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1910 · PDF PAGE 234

The Winged Beetle

…lm, and luxury ! The canals ? See yonder Ships (glad 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 !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 152

The Winged Beetle

…l of damnation ! Tuberose and iris bathe you In the sea, annihilation ! All white flowers I build, a fane Fit to shroud the sacrifice. I will kiss you once again Ere I pull the trigger twice. —Or our death were died in vain.

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