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WHY JES US WE PT I In vain I sit by Kandy Lake. The broad verandah slides to mist. No tropic rapture strikes awake The grim soul’s candour to insist The pen reluctant. Beauty’s task Is but to praise the peace of earth ; If Horror’s contrast that should ask, Off from this Paradise of mirth ! Let Kandy Lake, the white soul, mirror The generalised concept, limn clear England, a memory clean of error, A royal reason to be here. Therefore no reminiscence stirs My heart of when I lived in Kandy. Europe’s the focus now ! that blurs The picture of my B…
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WHY JESUS WEPT 5 He was the bravest soul man ever met In court or camp or solitude — then why Stands his pale forehead in an icy sweat ? He mutters in his beard this rune awry : “ There lives no soul undrugged that feareth not to die.” Lo ! were it otherwise, mere banishment, I deem he had feared more ! He had an heir. This was a boy of strength with ardour blent, High hope embowered in a body fair. Him had he watched with eager eye, aware Of misery occult in youth, awake At the first touch of the diviner air Of manhood, that could bane and ble…
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…the bond — but let it pass. There ! there ! MOLLY. Sir, I beseech you — for an hour — take me away. I am in terrible trouble of body and soul — danger, misery.
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…s 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 larch, From the tree to the green ! He leaps down, then pauses. O Devil ! to mock With echo the roar Of a young boy’s spirit !
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…n.) SCENE X Paris. Night. SIR PERCY and ANGELA in bed, the latter asleep. SIR PERCY. O Rose of dawn ! O star of evening ! O glory of the soul of light ! Let my bright spirit speed on urgent wing ! Let me be silent, and my silence sing Throughout the idle, the luxurious night ! How soft she breathes ! How tender Her eyes beam down on me ! How slender
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…ing, Sentiment ; one will rot, the other rust us. Let us just listen to the spirit ailing : — ’Tis like a God in bliss, or like a damned soul wailing ! (A word to bid you notice with what mastery Of technique that last stanza there was written. I risk a poet’s license on one cast, Ery ! (Pet name for thee, Eros !) The lines are smitten Into due harmony double-rhymed, well knitten. Wherefore, to show I can repeat the effort, This verse inserted like a playful kitten To usher in the youth’s c. d. e. f., ert Or inert as may be ; it can’t the lucky…
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…ging 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 fear. What of my love ? These caitiffs chase him, May be. Who rides ? I’ll catch his bridle,
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…R IA I promised itI ; and I hope you will like it. Can I do more than make your Brixton my deus ex machina ? You see, when I wrote “ The Soul of Osiris,” Europe was my utmost in travel. To-day, what country of the globe has not shud- dered with the joy of my presence ? The virgin snows of Chogo Ri, the gloomy jungles of Burma, filled with savage buffaloes and murderous Chins ; the peace of Waikiki, the breeding hopeful putrefaction of America, the lonely volcanoes of Mexico, the everlasting furnace sands of Egypt — all these have known me. Trav…
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…reme, through thee, sweet Angela ! For all the beauties of the universe, The glories hidden in the flower’s cup, All, all that wakes the soul to worship, verse, Ripe verse, all wines, all dreams that the soft God lifts up : All these are eidola, Mere phantom will ’o the wisps, thy love the real ! There is no more ideal For me ; romance hath shot its bolt ; The badger Jesus skulketh in his holt, Whence let no dog dare draw him ; let him skulk ! All is an empty broken hulk Floating on waters of derision, Save for the sole true vision, Angela, sta…
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WHY JESUS WEPT 31 I am happy—let me see ! I guess some verse inspired By all her soul desired, Purity, love, well-being — ay ! and me ! [He opens the note, and reads : — “ To love you, Love, is all my happiness ! To kill you with my kisses ; to devour Your whole ripe beauty in the perfect hour That mingles us in one supreme caress —” Why, here is love articulate, vital ! I thought that only poets, not lovers, could so speak. And that poets, poor devils, speaking, could never know. “ So Percy to his Angela’s distress —” Then it is not my Molly t…
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…ld advisers well he groups Into a closer company ; their lore He ardently acquires — he loops no loops, But — Bacon — grapples them to’s soul, with steely hoops ! You, lass, may see here for this Boy’s companions Virtue and Peace of Mind, Prudence, Respect,