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…r close, Some gully vivid with the rose Of love ! The frost our years retard ! The rose — perfume our wonder-will ! But while I sing the moon is up. False moon ! False moon ! So fast to ride. He is not here ! Sure, he is dead ! O moon, reveal that holiest head ! There is much sorrow in love’s cup : Pleasure goes ever iron-eyed. Who are these fierce and eager forms That face across the untrodden moor, The dark-browned horsemen lashing, crying ; Urging their weary steeds ? Half-dying The beasts bend bitter to the storm’s Assault : they hunt ? A m…
1904 · PDF PAGE 41
WHY JESUS WEPT 27 SIR PERCY. Time matters not. I am so drunk with love. MOLLY. One kiss, one kiss ! SIR PERCY. A million ! Ay, slack moon, Dull moon, haste, haste ! MOLLY. Kiss me again, again ! ANGELA. Would I had the kissing of her with vitriol ! SIR PERCY. Your kisses are like young rain. ANGELA. The slobbery kisses of virginity. He shall soon know these calculated, keen, Intense, important kisses, — mine ! Hell’s worm ! MOLLY. Yes, do not leave me. Let us away now ! No, I must tell them, fetch my —
1904 · PDF PAGE 52
… as well as cruel to leave a lover standing. SIR PERCY. Oh I have learnt that lesson and a thousand others. ANGELA. You must go now. The moon — SIR PERCY. This love is not of the moon. To-morrow — ANGELA. “ And to-morrow and to-morrow.” Speak not that idle word !
1904 · PDF PAGE 40
…oung teeth and smash that gaby grin. I am utterly wretched ! Ah, there is aye hope left ! — For see, they part ! SIR PERCY. Ah, love, at moonrise ! MOLLY. At my door ! SIR PERCY. Hell belch Its monsters one by one to stop the way ! I would be there. ANGELA. Christ ! he shall not be there ! MOLLY. Farewell ! SIR PERCY. O fairest, fare thee well ! MOLLY. Farewell ! Angela draws nearer, yet remains concealed. SIR PERCY. O but the moon is laggard ! MOLLY. Hard it is !
1904 · PDF PAGE 55
…’ ! Greumoch wad be slow wi’ sic ill news, an’ she wull maun haste. Weel, weel ! Exit hastily. SCENE VII MOLLY, outside Tyson’s Cottage. Moonrise. MOLLY TYSON. O there is edged the waning moon Out of the hollow of Sty Head Pass ! Gable is grander for the gloom. Lingmell is silver ! Ah, the bloom Of the rose of night ; oh, dulcet tune Of the dew falling on the grass ! I am the veritable Queen Of Night : my king is hither bound. A moment and he comes — oh, breast ! Heave if thou wilt ! — such stir is rest. He comes, ah ! steals to me unseen. The …
1904 · PDF PAGE 28
…I that ride, Ride in my youth and pride. With a long sword girt to my waist, And a strawberry mare sweet-paced, And a long night with no moon, no star ! I will plunder the traveller from afar ; — Aye ! and find him an ancient sage, Learn all his wisdom, marry his daughter, Become a king and a mage, Lord of Fire, Earth, Air, and Water ! Ho ! my horse, lads ! Away ! To the moor ! Ho ! there’s a fox i’ the hole, that’s sure. Flings swaggering out of the room.
1904 · PDF PAGE 48
…NGELA. What would I not do ? Listen, I am Angela, Lady Baird. I am rich. That wealth now for the first time yields me some pleasure. The moon rises late, after ten o’clock : you shall come with me. We are — neighbours, are we not ? You shall come to my castle, I say ; there I will prepare all for you and your young bride : my chaplain shall marry you at midnight ; my name and power shall shield you from all mischance. SIR PERCY. I am my own master. ANGELA. You think so ? They have kept if from you, but you have a guardian : ask him if you may m…
1904 · PDF PAGE 67
…or him ! To me she is The rosy incarnation of a kiss, The royal rapture of a young delight, The mazy music of virginity, Sun of the day, moon of the night, All, all to me ! Angela, angel ! Thou hast made me man, And poet over-man ! To thee, To thee I owe transfiguration, peace, The wide dominion of the wan Abyss of air. I can look out and see Beyond the stars, black seas Wherein no star may swim, Thence, far beyond the vast revolving spheres