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THE POEM. A LITTLE DRAMA IN FOUR SCENES. 1598. I dedicate this play * to the gentleman who, on the evening of June 24th, 1898, turned back in Shaftesbury Avenue to give a halfpenny to a little girl, and thereby suggested to me the idea here rendered. SCENES, Piercy. J, THE ANGEL oF Pity. I am sad to-night. I am very lonely in Tl. ‘Tum ANGEL OF LOVE. this place. If. THe ANGEL OF DEATH. IV. ‘THe FORM OF ‘THE FOURTIL WAS LIKE VAUGHAN. THE S ¥ Gop.! , THE SON OF Go Chere are plenty of people about. PERSONS. PERCY. PERCY BRANDON (a Poet) People—mere…
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…ov, olov &dyos érador, pirat. EURIPIDES. AMSTERDAM, December 237d, 1897. LET me pass out beyond the city gate. All day I loitered in the little streets Of black worn houses tottering, like the fate That hangs above my head even now, and meets Prayer and defiance as not hearing it. They lean, these old black streets ! a little sky Peeps through the gap, the rough stone path is lit Just for a little by the sun, and I Watch his red face pass over, fade away To other streets, and other passengers, See him take pleasure where the heathen pray, See h…
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… an hour the golden rim of light Tinges the southward bergs; for scarce an hour The sun puts forth his seasonable flower, And only for a little while the wind Wakes at his coming, and beats cold and blind On the wild sea that struggles to release The hard grip from its throat, and lie at ease Lapped in the eternal summer. But its waves Roam through the solitude of empty caves {n vain ; no faster wheels the moon above ; And still reluctant fly the hours of love. It is so peaceful in the castle: here The night of winter never froze a tear On my l…
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…le, a maid, Incomprehensible, divine, unknown, Who loves your leve, and to high God hath said : ‘¢To me these sungs are made !”’ So in a little from the silent Hell Rises a spectre, disanvinted now, Who bears a cup of poison terrible, The seal of God upon his blasted brow, To whom Lis angels bow, Rise, Phantom disanointed, and proclaim Thine own destruction, and the death Of those material essences that ame A little moment for a little breath, The love that perisheth ! sleepy Kise, sisters, who have ignorantly striven On pale pure limbs to past…
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…I hold her Breast to breast, and shining shoulder Laid to shoulder, in the bliss Of the uncreated kiss. Lips to lips beget for daughters Little kisses of the breeze ; Limbs entwined with limbs, the waters Of incredible blue seas ; Eyes that understand, the slaughters Of a thousand ecstasies Re-embodied, as they wrought us Garlands of strange sorceries ; New desires and mystic passion Infinite, of starry fashion ; The mysterious desire Of the subtle formless fire. Vainly may the Tyanzean 4 Throw his misconceiving eye To bewitch our empyrean Sple…
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…ST Conceive, I charge thee! Brace thy spirit up To drink at that imagination’s cup ! Then, shriek, and pass! For thou shalt understand A little of the pressure of the hand That crushed me now. Yes, yes! let fancy sup That grislier banquet than old Atreus 4 planned ! wasind cannot fathom, nor the brain conceive, Nor soul assimilate, nor heart believe The horror of that Thing without a Name. Full on me, boasting, like Death’s hand it came, And struck me headlong. I weave The web of mine old agony and shame. Linger, while A little shadow of that h…
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…e woman’s way to weep. So, even as you helped me, blindly, against your will, So shall the angel faces watch for your own souls still. A little pain and pleasure, a little touch of time, _And you shall blindly reach to the subtle and sublime ; You shall gather up your girdles to make ceady for the way, “And by the Cross of Suffering climb seeing to the Day. _ Then we shall meet again in the Presence of the Throne, Not knowing ; yetin Him! O Thou! know- ing as we are known. Ill. THE HOLY PLACE THE NEOPHYTE.! TO-NIGHT I tread the unsubstantial wa…
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…f my strength by death ; and eagerly Almost I crossed the barrier keen and white. When lo! a miracle! Her carven hand Is lifted, and the little space is spanned, And I am plucked from out her maw, and set Down on the pedestal, whose polished jet Shone like a mirror out of hell-—I stand Free, where the blood of other men is wet. So slowly, while the mob stood back, I went Out of the city, with no life content, And certain I should meet no death least. Soon, riding ever to the stubborn east, I came upon a shore whose ocean bent In one long curve,…
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…ad strange store of books obscure ; books written Not openly for fools, but inwardly Toward the heart of wise men. And myself Studied no little while upon these things, And, seeking ever solitude, I went Nightly upon a rock that stood alone Threatening the sandy wilderness, and prayed Where many visions came before 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…
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…the sunny bars, And watched where through the silence of the lawn Came Charicles, the darling of the dawn, slowly, and to his steps took little heed ; IIe came towards the pool, his god-wrought reed Shrilling dim visions of things glorious, And saw the maiden, that disported thus, And worshipped. Then in doubt he stood, grown white And wonderful, with passion’s perfect might Viring his veins and tingling in his brain, He stood and whitened, and waxed red again. His oat' unheeded glanced beneath the wave, llis eyes grew bright and burning, his l…
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60 THE POEM Percy [as ¢f tn padi). Ah! my poem. I am in despair! It is so great, and I am so little; it is so pure, and Iam so dull of understanding. When I write I feel as it were the breath of an angel covering me with holiness, and I know —then! But now—I only write mechani- cally. I force myself. To-day I tore up all I wrote last night. USME. Let us ask God to send you the angel, shall we ? [ They kneel, with arms intertwined; al the ofen window, and bow their heads silently, VAUGUAN also prays, with arms outspread tm Oolessing. Curtain, SC…
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…problem infinite again. I have not gained one jot since first I saw The stately bosom of the Venusbherg, Save that mine eyes have seen a little truth, My body found a little weariness. © I am very feeble! Hither comes the hunt! [4 horn winds quite close by. The noble, doomed, swift beauty! Closer yet Pant the long hounds! What heart he has! One, two ! See the brach1 dying by his bloody flank ! So could not Tannhauser awhile ago. My help lay outside and above myself. What skills him he is brave? He ends the same. Poor stag! hunters up. My very k…
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…shine ! Remember me for this! And when I go To sleep the last sleep in the slumberous snow, Let child and man and woman yet re- call One little moment that I loved you so ! Let some high pinnacle my tombstone be, My epitaph the murmur of the sea, The clouds of heaven be fleeces for my pall, My unknown grave the cradle of the free. TWO SONNETS ON HEARING THE MUSIC OF BRAHMS AND TSCHAIKOWSKY. To C. G. LAMB. I. My soul is aching with the sense of sound Whose angels trumpet in the angry air ; Wild mzenads with their fiery snakes en- wound In the bl…
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…s. 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! ACT V. ‘*One birth of my bosom ; One beam of mine eye ; One topmost blossom That scales the sky. Man, equal and one with me, made of me, man that is I.” man that is flertha. A desolate and melancholy wood. Nightfall. HEINRICH. WELL, I am lost! The whistle brings no hound, The horn no hunter! North and South are mixed
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…litany | Thy mitre sits, divided strength, to end thy church and thee !” The third face spake and said: ** Welcome, O Man, to Death! Thy little span of life is sped, Sighed out thy little breath. The worm that never dies is thine; the fire that lingereth !” ‘¢ Three voices has thy frame, Their music is but one. Fool-demon, slave of night and shame, That canst not see the sun ! I am the Lord thy God:? make thou homage and orison !” The wild heads. sank in fear: Then, troubled, to those eyes Remembrance crept of many a year, Barred gates of Parad…
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… Sole Pure, Sole Merciful, Who hast thus shown Thy mystery to nan : Grant that his coming may be very soon See, the sobs shake me like a little child. 9? e The moon is crescent, waxing in the West. Take the last kiss, dear. What is the strange song? [Zhe great Goddess ariseth, weeping Jor the slain Osiris TANNHAUSER, the perfected through suffering. IsIs. Isis am I, and from my life are fed All stars and suns, all moons that wax and wane, Create and uncreate, living and dead, The Mystery of Pain. Iam the Mother, I the silent Sea, The Earth, its…
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…NHAUSER This, though I know thee. Aphrodite, no! Nor Anael,! nor Eva! Lather thou Lilith, the woman-serpent, she who sucks The breath of little children in their sleep, Strangles young maidens, and presides upon Sterile debauchery and unnatural loves. VENUS. Lilith! Ah, lover! name ! Thou hast known my TANNHAUSER, So; yet I love thee! MRended is the veil! Calling thee Ugliness, I guessed aright, Who saw, and see, all Beauty in thee still. Only, a beauty risen out of Hell ; Death and delusion—ay, corruption’s self, Wickedness sliming into impote…
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156 THE MOTHER’S TRAGEDY CORA. Rest, sunny head! A little while to sleep, And then—perhaps the Mother in a dream May comfort you. A woman’s love is this To have one heart, an undivided love ; But Hers—division in the universe Makes multiple each part. Sweet Madeline, Believe me, She will come to maiden dreams, Bestow Her peace, and so direct the life That is not unto God unconsecrate For being dedicated unto love ! [#xzt MADELINE. Cora remains thinking. I was no bolder twenty years ago ! Time, Time, thou maker and destroyer both, Only in resurr…
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…ing might exist, Subsist, or be at all, outside of Me, Myself Existence of Existences. We had passed unknowing to the woody crown Of the little hill. There was a secret Vault. We entered. All without the walls appeared As fire, and all within as icy light ; The altar was of gold, and on it burnt Some ancient perfume. Then I saw myself And her together, as a priest, whose robe Was white and frail, and covered with a cope Of scarlet bound with gold: upon the head A golden crown, wherein a diamond shone ; Within which diamond we beheld our self Th…
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… my love to win. (Laise la lourde crinitre !) Your passion has destroyed my soul—what care If you desire me, and I hold you in My arms a little, and you love for lair My heavy hair! It is a fatal web your fingers spin. (Batse la lourde crinicre !) Let our Jove end as other loves begin, Or, slay me in a moment, unaware ! Nay? Kiss in double death-pang, if you dare ! Or one day I will strangle you within My heavy hair !