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Page 1 of 11904 · PDF PAGE 28
…ncreutz another order Founds — to a better end than his, be sure ! Away ! away, my lad ! and o’er the border I shall get myself a buxom bride, And ride — ride — ride ! He rises. Ride to the blacksmith at Gretna Green, Kiss a fair lady and find her a queen ! O a Queen, for certain ! It is 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 h…
1904 · PDF PAGE 53
… You have the strength of mind to defy convention : we dine together : we — O love, how dare you look such looks as these ? — At moonset ride you back, and none the wiser. This always : for did we marry, the law would have its word to say.
1904 · PDF PAGE 25
WHY JESUS WEPT 11 In my ear, in my heart ! Here on the summit The air is too thin. Wild as the winds Let me ride ! Let me start Over the plains ; For here my brain’s Numb, it is dumb, it Is torn by this passion. Down ! Eagle-fashion Drive to the level ! Teeth ! you may gnash on ! My body’s anguish Is help to my soul. Hail to the revel ! The dance of the devil, The rhythms that languish, The rhymes that roll ! Down like the swine Of the gross Gadarene In a maddening march From the snow to the rock, From the rock to the pine, From the pine to the…
1904 · PDF PAGE 56
… 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 man, be sure ! These figures touch my soul with fe…
1904 · PDF PAGE 29
…; would he were Alive ! I dream one torture writhed about His heart he’ll miss in hell. I hated him. This boy of his I saw but yesterday Ride barehead by me like a madman would, Is strong and well-set — aye ! desirable. I would be better of his virgin lips : — She puts her lips against the mirror. (Nay, you are cold ! Like a dead man, perhaps !) I would get gladness of the royal force