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…nus. Violets, violets ! Tannhauser. Or as if a man Lay in the fairest garden of the world, In the beginning : and grew suddenly A living soul at that caressing wind ! Venus. A living soul ! Tannhauser. So is Thy shade to me When sleep takes shape. 43
Because no soul of man has ever crossed Again that River—the old fable's wrong ; .(Eneas came never to the ghostly side ! Was not the boat weighed with his body still ? Felt he the keen emotions of the dead ? Could he, the mortal and the warrior, Converse with Them, and understand ? Believe ! No soul has crossed in utter sympathy And yet returned ; because of this decree : No man can look upon the face of God ! Yet Moses looked upon His hinder parts. And I —yes, goddess ! in this passionate Life in our secret mountain, well I know Thy beauty, a…
…atred, what infernal pains, Mixed with thy being in the womb of Death ? Blistering fire runs, Scorching, terrific suns. Through body and soul in this abominable Marriage of demon power Subtle and strong and sour, A draught of ichor of the veins of Hell ! Curses leap leprous, epicene, unclean. The soul of the Obscene Incarnate in the spirit : and above Hangs Sin, vast vampire, the corrupt, that swings Her unredeeming wings Over the world, and flaps for lust of Death —and Love! Venus. This man was drained of music ! Five new songs Chase the three…
… Tannhauser rises, and silently departs. Oh God ! Oh God ! That I have loved him so ! Be merciful ! Be merciful ! to him, The great high soul, bound in the lofty sin ; To me, the little soul, the little sin ! 132
Venus. She is mine enemy Hate her, O hate her, she will slay thy soul ! Tannhauser. And is my soul not slain within me now ? Yet, I do hate her—in these waking hours. But in my sleep she grows upon the sense, A solitary lotus that pales forth In the wide seas of space and separateness. That radiance !—Amber-scented voice of light, Calling my name, ever, ever calling — Venus. Answer that call—and thou art lost indeed ! Wake thou thy spirit in this hateful sleep, Keeping the vision, rise, and spit on her ! Tannhauser. Spit on Thy likeness ? I who…
…s too big to understand himself. Tannhauser. With heart too seared to understand himself! With mind too wise to understand himself! With soul too small to understand himself! Eldest Pilgrim. Cling to the Cross, sir, there is hope in that ! Tannhauser. You know not, friend, the man to whom you speak. I have lived long in miracles enough, Myself the crowning miracle of all, That I am merely here. God speed you, sirs ! I ask your blessing, not to stay therewith My soul's own need (though that is dire enough) But —he that blesseth shall himself be …
…olate am I ! I have not got one lover in the world, Save only Tannhauser. And he will go. Tannhauser. One lover ! Who makes up the equal soul Of all the wickedness beneath the sun ? Lilith ! Seek out thy children to devour ! Leave me. I go to my Elizabeth. Venus. no ! It kills me ! That is naked truth. 1 am the soul and symbol of desire. Yet individual to thy love. Stay ! Stay ! One last caress, and then I let thee go, And — die. I fear, and I detest, this death. I am not mortal, doomed to it ! I slip Into mere slime ; no resurrection waits Me,…
… we are carefully to proceed in Magic, lest that Syrens and other monsters deceive us, which likewise do desire the society of the human soul." A rbatel of Magic. Aphorism 35.
The subtle fervours, drunken heats and ways, And perfumes maddening from the soul of spring ! The little nipples, and the dangerous pit Set smiling in the alabaster ; thine, The glowing arms are thine, the desperate Fresh kisses, and the gold that lurks upon The sunny skin, the marble of these brows, The roses, and the poppies, and the scent Subtle and sinful — thine, all thine, are these, What with my heart that only beats for thee, The many-throned and many-minded soul Centred to do thee worship. Hither, hither! TannhAuser. This shakes my spi…
…osen body that I love ? Whose lips cling faster still In desperate sweet will? Whose body melts as fire caught in wine Into the clasping soul ? Whose breathing breasts control Her heart's quick pulsing, and the sob of mine? O Venus, lady Venus, thou it is Whose fierce immortal kiss Abides upon me, about me, and within ! Thou, lady of the secret of the Sea, Made one for love with me, Love and desire and dream, a sense of mortal sin ! Who Cometh as a visionary shape Within my soul and spirit to abide. Mysterious labyrinth without escape. Magical …
…ood and brain, Mere bitter fruit of pain Sought in the darkness of an harlot's bed, To make me as one dead : To loose the girders of the soul, and gain Breathing and life for the Intelligible ; Find death, yet find it living. Deep as Hell I plunged the soul ; by all blind Heaven unbound The spirit, freed, pierced through the maze profound, And knew Itself, an eagle for a dove. So in one man the height and deep of love Joined, in two states alternate (even so Are life and death)—shall one unite the two, My long impulsive strife ? Did I find life…
…ries, &c. Jezebel. [Out of print. An Appeal to the American People. The Mother's Tragedy, &c. {Privately Printed.) Carmen Saeculare. The Soul of Osiris.
But me ! I burn with love ! My lips are wan ! Thy face is turned— I flame ! I melt ! I fall ! My heart is chilled and dark ; My soul's ethereal spark Is dulled for sorrow ; my despairs recall At last Thy name, O gracious Paphian, Lady of Mercy to the love of man ! Come, come, immortal, of the many thrones ! Sparrows and doves in chariot diamonded Drawn through the midmost air ! O Lady of despair, Who bound the golden helmet of Thy head ? Whose voice rings out the pitiful low tones : "Who, who hath wronged thee? And my power atones. " She who no…
Blinding and blind, the sparks of spirit curled Each to its proper soul ; the wide wheels flow, Orderly streams, and lose the rushing speed, Meet, mingle, marry. Fire and air express Their dews and winds of molten loveliness, Fine flakes of arrowy light, the dawn's first deed. Metallic showers and smoke self-glittering For many an aeon. Wild the pennons spring Of streaming flame ! Then, surging from the tide, Grew the desirable, the golden one. Separate from the sun. Now fire and air no more exult, exceed, Are balanced in the sphere. The waters…
… lead your hand. Or be led by you, in the pleasant path. For me, I enter not— Blessed be God !— In those dark problems that disturb your soul. Mine is the simple nature. Look at me ! TannhAuser. Lady pure, miracle of true love, 1 have a bitter word and harsh to say. This is my curse —no sooner do I speak, Or formulate my mind in iron words. That my mind grows, o'erleaps the limit set, And I perceive the truth that lies beyond— One further step into a new-fallen night. Hear then — I hate to hurt your perfect soul ; 127
Chosen of Me ! Thou heart of hearts, thou mine, Man ! Stamping into dust the Soul Divine By might of that mere Manhood ! Sense and thought Reel for the glory of thee kissed and caught In the eternal circle of my arms ! Woven in vain are the mysterious charms Endymion taught Diana ! For one gaze ; One word of my unutterable praise ; And I was utterly and ever lost, Lost in the whirlwind of thy love, and tossed A wreck on its irremeable sea ! Life ! Life ! This kiss ! Draw in thy breath ! To me ! To me ! \Tannhauser is lost. 31
…eaves go grey, And sombre loves and sober Make twilight of the day. Dark dreams and shadows tenser Throb through the vital scroll, Man's soul. Lift, shake the subtle censer That hides the cruel coal ! 36
… — 1 in the blue eyes, in the hazel you ! Then, bending, I may touch my lips upon Sweet thoughtful brows. Elizabeth. Your kisses move my soul. Strange thoughts and unimagined destinies Take ship, and harbour in the heart of me. Tannhauser. Words mean too much, and never mean enough. Look, only look ! Elizabeth. I am so happy—so ! 98
… sky Dawns to the East ! Song-bird and beast Wake and reply. Let me not die, Now, at the least ! Lord of the Light ! Queen of the dawn ! Soul of the Night Hid and withdrawn ! 76
… I am not so sure My song was not entirely to that end. Wolfram. Yes, poet, true one that you are indeed! You shew us the dilemma of the soul, The Gordian knot Love only hews asunder. Tannhauser. Or—shall I say ?—soothes only, bandages, Not heals the sore of Destiny ? Wolfram. No, certes. But substitutes for one reality Another —and a lovely pleasant one. Tannhauser. Existence is illusion after all ; Man, a bad joke ; and God, mere epigram I If we must come to that. And likewise love, p 11^