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1905 · PDF PAGE 96

Collected Works (Vol. I)

JEPHTUATI SY CHORUS. Toward the mountains and the night The fruitless flowers of Gilead yo ; Toward the hollows weird and white, Toward the sorrow of the snow 3 To desolation black and blind They move, and leave us death behind. The Lord is great: the Lord is wise Within His temple to foresee With calm impenetrable cyes The after glory that shall be ; But we, of mortal bodies born, Laugh lies consoling unto scorn. The God of Israel is strong; His mighty arm hath wrought this day A victory and a triumph-song— And now He breathes upon His clay, A…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 123

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…e tense desires of man ; | No gleam of moonlight bears the golden mark Of sunny lips, nor shines upon Our sleep—Love’s birchen bark. The night is over Love, love to-night. To-night is all we know, Is all our care; lips joined to lips we lie, Tender hands touching, hearts in tune to die, With willing kiss reluctant to let go; So sweet love’s last enduring sigh For sleep, so sure, so slow. Sleep, sleep to-night. Our arms are inter- twined; Breath desires breath and hand imprisons hand ; Breezes cool faces, rosy with the brand Of long sweet kisses…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 53

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…y these suppressed Desires my soul must flee, By heaven’s crest, I pray that secretly Toward God’s breast I draw, to find, maybe, Rest ! NIGHTFALL. THE seas that lap the sand Where lilies fill the land Are silent, while the moon ascends to span the curvéd leaves. The lordly stars arise With pity in their eyes So large and clear and wise, And angels yearn toward the world that wonders, wakes, and grieves. Sleep holds the hand of life, And, as a loving wife Moves not for fear the sufferer should wake before his hour, So sleep is deadly calm, And …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 97

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…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 and cadences, trills and low chords ; Hark to its si…

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2 ACELDAMA ACELDAMA., DarRK night, red night. This lupanar? Has rosy flames that dip, that shake, Faint phantoms that disturb the lake Of magic mirror-land. A star Like to a beryl, with a flake Of olive light Struck through its dull profound, is steadfast in the night. I. I AM quite sane, quite quiet. Sober thought Isas a woof to my mad dreams. My brain Beats to the double stroke; the double strain Warps its gray fibres; all the dream is wrought A spider-tapestry ; the old blood-stain Spreads through the air Some hot contagious growth to slay m…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 58

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…y her dewy tears may lave The violet ;) The mighty answer of the shaken sky To his supreme behest ; the call Of ibex that behold on high Night’s funeral, And see the pale moon quiver and depart Far beyond space, the sun ascend And draw earth’s globe unto his heart To make an end; The shriek of startled birds; the sobs that tear With sudden terror the sharp sea That slept, and wove its golden hair Most mournfully 5 The rending of the earth at his command Who wields the wrath of heaven, and is dumb ; Hell starts up Is overcome. and before his han…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 56

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…’s wakening hour I think it has the power To touch the soul of sleep With its tender thought, and bid me to awake for joy—and weep. This night I am earlier. No drowsy thoughts drew nigh At eve to make demur That I be minister To Cynthia maidenly : All night I have watched her sail through a black and silver sky. Within my soul there fight Two full and urgent streams, Work’s woe and dream’s delight : Like snow and sun they smite, Days battle hard with dreams : On a world of misty beauty the clearly beams, Aurora So labour fought with pride, And …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 174

Collected Works (Vol. I)

THE COURT OF THE PROFANE 167 Thy jet smooth body clung to mine awhile, Descending lke the thunder - pregnant night. Ominous, black, thy secret cruel smile Lured me. We lay like death; until the light Thy jet smooth body clung to mine awhile ! Thou wast a lion as an angel then, In copper-glowing lands that gnaws the prey He has regotten from the tribes of men. _ We lay like passion all that deadly day—- Thou wast a lion as an angel then ! Great angel of the brazen brows, great lover, Great hater of my body as my soul, To whom I gave my life and …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 185

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… woven with each tress. I murdered Christ before my lips could win Sidonia the Sorceress. THE GROWTH OF GOD. (AS DEVELOPED ON A MOONLESS NIGHT IN THE TROPICS.)? EVEN as beasts, where the sepulchral ocean Sobs, and their fins and feet keep Runic pace, Treading in water mysteries of motion, Witch-dances : where the ghastly carapace Of the blind sky hangs on the monstrous verge: Even as serpents, wallowing in the slime ; So my thoughts raise misshapen heads, and urge Horrible visions of decaying Time. For in the fiery dusk arise distorted Grey sha…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 41

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…hear ! [Bends deeper and prays silently. The flame grows duller, and finally leaves the room in ab- solute darkness. Curtazz. SONNETS TO NIGHT. I. O NIGHT ! the very mother of us all, For from thy hollow womb we children came, A little space to flicker as a flame, And then within thy tender arms to fall Tired, fain of nothing but to lie at last Upon thy bosom, and gaze in thine eyes Clear, calm, dispassionate, supremely wise, And pass with thee the gates that must be passed.” O Night, on thee is set our only hope, Because our eyes, too tender f…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 130

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…e last time for a sail in vain, And looking upward not in vain, lay down And died, to pass where cold and any pain Are not. So still the night is, like the crown Most white of the high God that glittereth ! The stars surround the moon, and Nereids drown Their rippled tresses in her golden breath. Let us keep watch, my true love, caught at last Between my hands, and not remember death. Only bethink us of the daylight past, The Jong chase oversea, the storm, the speed Whereby we ran before the leaping blast, And left the swift pursuers at our nee…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 179

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… Mingling our proper period. The agony is passed: behold How shape and light are born again ; How emefald and starry gold Burn in the midnight ; how the pain Of our incredible marriage-fold And bed of birthless travail wane ; And how our molten limbs divide, And self and self again abide. The agony of extreme joy, And horror of the infinite blind Passions that sear us and destroy, Rebuilding for the deathless mind A deathless body, whose alloy Is gold and fire, whose passions find The tears of their caress a dew, Fiery, to make creation new. Th…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 138

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…t for her, and hell, and death. I see that ghastly look, and yearn Toward the brands of her that burn. Sleep shuns me; dreams divide the night, (My parched throat thirsty for her veins) That she and I with deep delight Suck from death’s womb infernal pains, Whose fire consumes, destroys, devours Through night’s insatiable hours. And altogether filled with love, And altogether filled with sin, The little sparks and noises move About the softness of her skin. Her pleasures and her passions purr For the delight I have of her. Aching with all the p…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 206

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… The foam, incarnate Love, Maiden; as light leaps the dawn-gardens in, So in the Love and Light, Life slain, yet infinite, The God-Man’s night, Leaps pure the Soul re-arisen from the embrace of Sin. Yet, in the terror of that Breast, abides So sweet and deadly a device, a lure Deep in the blood and poison of her sides, Swart, lean, and leprous, that her stings endure. Even the soul of grace Abideth not her face Without vague longing, infinite desire, Stronger because suppressed, Unto the wide black breast, The lips incarnate of blood, flesh, an…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 208

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…of the Sons of Men !” ‘‘Thy name is—stay! thou liest! I discern In Thee no terror that my spells evoke. Begone, thou wandering corpse of night ! return Into thy shadowy world! My symbols burn cgainst thee, shade of terror! Go!” It spoke: “Yea! Tam human. Know my actual truth: I am that ghost, the father of thy youth !” ‘* Poor wandering phantom !”—the exultant yell And wolfish howling of all damnéd souls Peals from the ravening jaws and gulfs of hell: Leaps that foul horror through the terrible Extinguished circle of the burning bowls. Then I r…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 55

Collected Works (Vol. I)

48 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT THE STORM. In the storm that divides the wild night from the passionate kiss of the morn- ing Stands there a tower by the sea un- shaken by wave and by wind ; Lightning assails, and the sea breaks-vain on the battlements, scorning Even to fling back the foam shattered before and behind ; Save for one window its height rears up unbroken and blind. tere may a man gaze out to the night by the stars of it stricken, Out to the blind black air that the lightning divides, and is dumb; Ifere, and look back in the tower’ where pal…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 152

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…nd paler curves of the immutable bars That line the universe with light, Great eagle-flights of mystic moons That dip, while the dull midnight swoons About the skirts of Night : These bowed and shaped themselves and said : “* Tt shall be thus !” And the intolerable luminous Death that is god bent down his head And answered : ‘‘ Thus, immutably, Above all days and deeds, shall be!” And the great Light that is above all gods Lifted his calm brow, spake, and all the seas, And all the air, and all the periods Of seasons and of stars gave ear, and t…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 101

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…y 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 love’s cheek or mine; no sorrow came To track our vessel by its wake of flame Wherein the dolphin bathed his shining side ; No smallest cloud between me and my bride Came like a little mist ; one tender fear, Too sweet to speak of, closed the dying year With love more perfect, for its purple root Might blossom outward to the snowy fruit Whose bloom to-night lay sleeping…

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…, hateful, impotent, except The last initiation seize my soul, And fling me into Isis’ very self, The immortal, mortal. Let me know this night Whether my place is found among the stars That wander in the deep, or made secure As the high throne of her that dwells in heaven, Fruitful for life and death, Wisdom her name ! This hour the foolish ones shall see their souls Shrink at my manifest deity. This night My spirit on my spirit shall beget Myself for my own child. Behold! they come, Fantastically moving through the dance, The many mourners, an…

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…a land of pleasant things, of woods and streams, Bind my slumber with a chain of pure delight, Though the canker of it stain at death of night, Fill with passion and distaste and wakened pleasure All the moments run to waste that else were treasure ? Who is Love ? a fury red with all men’s blood On his cruel altars shed, a deadly flood ? Or a veiléd vision black with shame and fear, Whose most loathliest attack at night is near, When the gates of spirit tense with angel’s tread Close, and all the gates of sense swing wide instead, When the will…

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