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Long avenues of sleepy trees And Lowers arched with love, And kisses woven for a breeze, And lips that scarcely move, Save as long ripples on the seas, That murmur like a dove. T saw the burning lips of God Set fast on Mary’s face, I saw the Christ, with fire shod, Walk through the holy place, And the lilies rosier where he trod Blushed for a little space. I saw myself, and still I sang With lips in clearer tune, Like to the nightingale’s that rang Through all those nights of June ; Such nights when stars in slumber hang Beneath the quiet moon.…
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…is brain, He stood and whitened, and waxed red again. His oat' unheeded glanced beneath the wave, llis eyes grew bright and burning, his lips clave— A sudden cry broke from him: from the height His swift young body, like a ray of light, Divides the air, a moment, and the pool Flings up the spray like dew, divinely cool : A moment, and he flashed towards her side And caught her trembling, as a tender bride At the first kiss ; he caught her, and compelled Her answer, in his arms securely held. And she no word might say; her red lips quailed, Ifer…
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…ing wilder- nesses To the lascivious shade of Ida’s deep re- cesses. FAIRER than woman blushing at the kiss Of young keen Phoibos, whose lips’ nectar is More fresh than lies, whose divine embrace Flushes the creamy pallor of her face, And, even in those depths of azure sea Where her eyes dwell, bids them glint amorously, While the intense hushed music of his breath Sighs, till her longing grows divine as death— So, fairer far, drew dawn on Ida’s grove. The young sun rose, whose burning lips of love Kissed the green steeps, whose royal locks of …
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… mine eyes So strange—these eyes have started from my head, And every hair, grown fearful, like a steed Reared in its frenzy: see, these lips of mine Have blanched, these nails have bitten through my flesh For sundry things I saw —and these in- formed My open spirit by their influence, And taught imine ears to catch no doubtful sound Of prophecy, but fix it in my mind, A lambent liquid fire of poetry Full of all meaning as the very stars. Yet of my own life they have never breathed One chilly word of fear, or one divine Roseate syllable of hope…
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THE HONOURABLE ADULTERERS 99 Only our looks and trembling lips we dread, And the dear nimbus of a lover’s head, The dreamy splendour and the dim-delight That feels the fragrance fallen from the night, When soul to soul is locked, and eyes are wed, And lips not touched kiss secretly by sight. These things we fear, and move as in a mist One from the other, and we had not kissed. Only the perfume of her lips and hair Love’s angel wafted slowly to me there, And as I went like death away I wist Its savour faded, nor my soul aware. I turned and went …
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…eze That passed, like silken tapestries that feel The silkier cheeks of maidens as they cleave Tender to patient lovers, for the ease Of lips fulfilled of harmonies. Such songs were hers. What song is hers to-night When she is smitten in her bridal bed, Because I would not trust the God that gave Her smooth virginity to godlier might, My glory? There she lies divine and dead Because I would not trust the sullen wave | Of time ; and chose this way-—her grave. I had not thought the poison left her so— Smiling, enticing, exquisite. I meant Rather …
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…out breath, Spreads like some scented flower of death, Over the grove; the lover’s boon Of sleep shall steal upon them soon, And lovers’ lips, from lips withdrawn, Seek dimmer bosoms till the dawn. Yet on the central altar lies The sacrament of kneaded bread With blood made one, the sacrifice To those, the living, who are dead— Strange gods and goddesses, that shed Monstrous desires of secret things Upon their worshippers, from wings One lucent web of light, from head One labyrinthine passion-fed Palace of love, from breathing rife With secrets…
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…e violet from his breast, and stood A glad young god within the golden wood. He kissed the blossom, and bent very low, And put it to her lips-—and even so His lips were set on them ; the flower sighed | For deep delight, and in the long kiss died. Years fled and faded, yet a flower was seen Gracious and comely in its nest of green, And tender hands would water it and say: ‘*( happy sister, she that went away ! “For she brought back my lover to my heart, And knew her work was perfect, and her part Most perfect when she died between the breath, A…
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…, Lord of all love and music and sweet rhyme. Follow thou him! Work ever, if thy heart Be fervent with one hope, thy brain with art, Thy lips with song, thine arm with strength to smite : Achieve some act ; its name shall not depart. Christ laid Love’s corner-stone, and Czesar built The tower of glory ; Sappho’s life was spilt From fervent lips the torch of song to ignite : Thou mayst add yet a stone—if but thou wilt. ’ Browning, in '‘ ‘The Householder.” And yet the days stream by; night shakes the day From his pale throne of purple, to allay T…
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…ens and caves obscene, Accurst, detestable, Ah God ! the shapes that throng! Ah God! what eyes! The souls grown sharp and strong That my lips made their prize, The ruined souls, the wrecks Of bodies fair of flecks Long since, ere God did vex My soul with sacrifice. These press upon my lips What lips of flame To burn me, unless slips Some cooler kiss, from shame Washed clean by God’s desire, To save me from their fire— Those kiss me and respire The perfume of the Name.} Remorse and terror banished By pitying lovers, Who from my eyes have vanishe…
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…ay startles the fawn from the avenues deep that look to the east in the heart of the wood : Light touches the trees of the hill with its lips, and God is above them and sees they are good : Night flings from her forehead the purple- black hood. The thicket is sweet with the breath of the’ breeze made soft by the kisses of slum- bering maids ; The nymph and the satyr, the fair and the faulty alike are the guests of these amorous shades 3 The hour of Love flickers and falters and : fades. Oh, listen, my love, to the song of the brook, its murmurs…
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… respite known ! Self-damned, without a friend, thy eternal place Sweats through the painting of thy harlot’s face. At the hour of the eclipse, Wednesday, Dec. 28. BESIDE THE RIVER. RAIN, rain in May. The river sadly flows, A sullen silver crossed with sable bars, Damp, gleomy, shivering, while reluctant stars, Between swart masses of thick clouds that close, Drive with drooped plumes their wingéd cars Toward sleep, the scythe of woes. Woes, woes in Ere deepeneth The pink of roses to a purpler tint ; Ere ripening corn shafts back the sudden gli…
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…er pure fabric springs Clothed in the secret dream-delights of Art Transcendant into air, the tomb of Things ; Let every kiss Melt on my lips to flame, fling back the gates of Dis 13 XXII, Give me a master! not some learned priest Who by long toil and anguish has devised A train of mysteries, but some despised Young king of men, whose spirit is released From all the weariness, whose lips are prized By men not much— Ah! let them only once grow warm, my lips to touch. XXIII. Ah! under his protection, in his love, With my abasements emulating his,…
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… sister—O our sister ! Speak, Jephthah, speak! What ill has| Moon and sun and stars have kissed her ! fallen? Speak ! She must touch the lips of death, [Stlence. After a littl the Chorus of | Touch the lips whose coldness saith : Maidens understand, and break into) Thou art clay. wating, The old men gradually \ Let us fare away, away understand and fill the air with | To the ice whose ocean gray ancoherent lamentations, Behind\ Tumbles on the beach of rock, Jeruruan the soldters, with white | Where the wheeling vultures mock lips, have assumed …
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…GATE OF TO LAURA. Misrress, I pray thee, when the wind Exults upon the roaring sea, Come to my bosom, kissed and kind And sleep upon the lips of me! Dream on my breast of quiet days, Kindled of slow absorbing fire ! Sleep, while I pondef on the ways And secret paths of my desire ! Dream, while my restless brain probes deep The mysteries of its magic power, The secrets of forgotten sleep, The birth of knowledge as a flower ! Slow and divine thy gentle breath Wovos my warm throat: my spirit flies Beyond the iron walls of death, And seeks strange …
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…gerly towards VENUS, She smiling luxu- viously, he continues. Who cometh wanton, with long arms out- spread ? Who cometh with lascivious lips aflame? Whose eyes invite me to the naked bed Stark open to the sun, dear pride of shame? Whose face draws close and near, Filling the soul with fear, Till nameless shudders course in every limb? Whose breath is quick and fierce? Whose teeth are keen to pierce The arms that clasp her? Whose the eyes that swim For dear and delicate delight? whose The lips that halt and choose The very centre of my mouth, a…
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…ill. What is my will? The sleeper’s sigh at waking. Osiris! Orient godhead ! Jet me still Rest in the dawn of knowledge, ever slaking My lips and throat where yon rose-glimmer- ing hill, The Mountain of the East, its lips is taking To Thy life-lips: I hear Thy keen voice thrill ; Arise and shine! the clouds of earth are breaking! The clouds are parted: yes! And there above I bathe in ether and self-shining light ; My soul is filled with the eternal love; I am the brother of the Day and Night. I AM! my spirit, and perhaps my mind ! But O my hear…
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…to watch you so. Wake, lover, wake, but stir not yet the child : Wake, and thy brow serene and low and mild Shall take my kisses, and my lips shall seek The pallid roses on thy perfect cheek, And kiss them into poppies, and thy mouth Shall lastly close to mine, as in the south We see the sun close fast upon the sea ; So, my own heart, thy mouth must close on me. Art thou awake? Those eyes of wondering love, Sweet as the dawn and softer than the dove, Seek no quick vision—yet they move to me And, slowly, to the child. How still are we! Yes, and …
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…sea that kissed dead Sappho! sings Of strange dark things— Shapes of bright breasts that purple as the sun Grows dark and dun, Of pallid lips more haggard for the kiss Of Salmacis,? Of eager eyes that startle for the fear Too dimly dear Lest there come death, like passion, and fulfil Their dreams of ill! Oh! lift thy forehead to the night’s cool wind ! The meekest hind That fears the noonday in her grove is bold To seek the gold So pale and perfect as the moon puts on: The light is gone. Hardly as yet one sees the crescent maid Move, half afrai…
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… where rose, Let our hearts’ beat be heard, to lighten many woes. Sister and daughter of our loyal isle, Gur hands reach out to you, our lips are fain To wreathe with yours in one delicious smile Of budding love, to grow a kiss awhile, And laugh like bride and groom, and kiss again ! Let our alliance like a marriage stand, Supreme from strand to strand, The likeness of our love, the clasp of hand in hand. And men who come behind us yet unborn, Nor dimly guessed at down the brook of time, Shall celebrate the brave undying morn When the free nati…