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Passion to feed upon your shoulders bare, And pass the dewy twilight of our sin In the intolerable flames of hair That clothe my body from your head; you win The devil’s bargain; Tam yours to kill, Yours, for one kiss; my spirit for your skin! O bitter love, consuming all my will! O love destroying, that hast drained my life Of all those fountains of dear blood that fll My heart! wife ? Would I content you with one touch divine To flood your spirit with the clinging strife O woman, would I call you Of perfect passionate joy, the joy of wine, Th…
1905 · PDF PAGE 108
…wing which with sacred power I sought A little while, as thought that seeks for thought. [ found his changeless love endure as mine, His passion curl around me as a vine. So clinging fibres of desire control My perfect body, and my perfect soul Shot flakes of light toward him. So my eyes, Seeking his face, were made divinely wise. So, solemn, silent, ’mid a merry folk I bound him by my forehead’s silver yoke, And grew immense about him and within, And so possessed him wholly, without sin. For I had crossed the barrier and knew There was no sin.…
1905 · PDF PAGE 189
182 TILE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST LOVE’S WISDOM. THERE is a sense of passion after death. Passion for death, desire to kiss the scythe, All know, whose limbs in envious glory writhe, And lie exhausted, mingling happy breath. * Could [end so—thismoment !? Lingereth The lazy gaze halfanournful and half blithe. But there’s another, when the body dieth -- Hast thou no knowledge what the carcase saith ? I watched all night by my dead Jover’s bed. I saw the spirit; heard the motionless Lips part in uttering a supreme caress : **T care not or for life…
1905 · PDF PAGE 201
…an—-but what is worth ?”’ And in the second: earth !” ‘*T am dust and THE TWO WISDOMS. SOPHIE! I loved her, tenderly at worst. Yet in my passion’s highest ecstasy, When life lost pleasure in desire to die And never taste again the deadly thirst For those caresses ; even then a curst Sick pang shot through me: looking far on high, Beyond, I see Zogca in the sky. The petty bubble of Love’s pipe is burst ! Yea! through the portals of the dusky dawn I see the nameless Rose of Heaven un- fold ! Yea! through rent passion and desire with- drawn Burns …
1905 · PDF PAGE 237
230 ACT II. ‘Buta moment's thought is passion s passing bell. "—KEAtTS, Lamia. fn Venushere. VENUS, SWEET, sweet are May and June, dear, The loves of lambent spring, Our lamp the drooping moun, dear, Our roof, the stars that sing ; The bed, of moss and roses ; The night, as long as death ! Still, breath ! Life wakens and reposes, Love ever quickeneth ! Sweet, sweet, when Lion and Maiden,! The motley months of gold, Swoop down with sunlight laden, And eyes are bright and bold. Life-swelling breasts uncover Their warm involving deep— Love, sleep …
1905 · PDF PAGE 182
…on so reposes Fair love so sweet and slight. MORS JANUA AMORIS. ‘* None but the dead can know the worth of love."—KELLY. IN the night my passion fancies That an incense vapour whirls, That a cloud of perfume trances With its dreamy vapour-curls All my soul, with whom their dances The one girl of morta! girls, The one girl whose wanton glances Soften into living pearls Comes, a fatal, fleeting vision, Turns my kisses to derision, Smiles upon my breast, and sighs, Flits, and laughs, and fades, and dies. By the potent starry speeches ; By the spel…
1905 · PDF PAGE 257
…rowned and chosen out of men, Who sits beside thee, sees Love's laughing ecstasies Flame in thy face, and alter then To the low light of passion dimly seen In shaded woods and dells, Love’s wide demesne. But me! I burn with love! My lips are wan ! Thy face is turned—I flame! I melt! I fall! My heart is chilled and dark; My soul’s ethereal spark Is dulled for sorrow ; my despairs recall At last Thy name, O gracious Paphian, Lady of Mercy to the love of man ! Come, come, immortal, of the many thrones ! Sparrows and doves in chariot diamonded Draw…
1905 · PDF PAGE 169
… love of thee? CoRA. I hate each word as I do hate the devil. ULRIC. I am bound a slave Tt will eat me up. I, each evasion. To this wild passion. CORA. You cannot guess the horror that you speak. I tell you, if I know your golden heart, This detestation of yourself shall cry The cry of CEdipus—“‘ I have profaned 23 ULRIC., What sphinx more cruel? What new - CEdipus? You riddle, Cora, and it breaks my heart. [He seks exhausted. (Rallying.) By God, I swear to you no lie shall keep Its Dead Sea bar against our marrying. CORA. The truth! Thetruth! …
1905 · PDF PAGE 21
… with the deep delight That makes cool noontide from the sultry night. What are your dreams, my maidens? Your young dreams ? Are they of passion, or of rocks and streams, Of purple mountains, clad about with green, Or do their lamps grow dim in the unseen? Sing to this hero; sing, lure slumber to your queen.” And she: ‘Not many SONG OF APHRODITE’S LIANDMAIDENS. My dreams are sweet, because my heart is free, Because our locks sti]l mingle and lips meet, Because thine arms still hold me tenderly, My dreams are sweet. Visions ot waters rippling by…
1905 · PDF PAGE 187
180 THE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST Not altogether: in my patchwork brain Some rag of passion tears its woof asunder. Strange, that its own insatiable pain Should find an opiate in her eyes of wonder ! Yes, though I hate her well enough to kill, I know that then my soul would love her still. THE SONNET. I, THE solemn hour, and the magnetic swoon Of midnight in a poet’s lonely hall ! Grave spirits answer (angels if he call) The invocations of his lofty tune. Thus in his measures nature craves the boon To be reflected ; and his rhymes appal Or charm…
1905 · PDF PAGE 192
…s for ever free, Monstrous, a storm, a sea. sickening for some In that desire their hands are strained and wrung ; In that most infinite passion beats the blood, And bursting chants of amorous agony flung To the void Hell, are lost, not nnderstood, Unheard by evil or good. Their sighs attract the unsubstantial shapes Of other women, and their kisses burn Cold on the lips whose purple blood escapes, A thin chill stream; they feel not nor discern, Nor love’s low laugh return. They kiss the spiritual dead, they pass Like mists uprisen from the fro…
1905 · PDF PAGE 183
…nderstand, 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 Splendours of the under sky ! If the loud infernal pcean Be our marriage-melody, We are careless, we Achzean Moulders of our destiny. Hell, it may be, for his playing, Renders Orpheus the decaying Love—in Hell, if Hell there be, I would seek Eury…
1905 · PDF PAGE 181
…Lend her light to madden us through the hours of pleasure ; Let thedayspring pass and brighten intonoon! Yet no limit find our love, nor passion find a measure !” O Madonna of the Golden Eyes! Dawn brought reason back, and the violet eyes are sadder :-— O they were golden once, and I call them golden still ! Dawn has brought remorse, the sting of a foul swamp-adder— I hate you! beast of Hell! Love’s manacle ! O Murderess of the hateful eyes ! I have snapped O and you fix them on me! your lips curse now—’tis fitter ! Snarl on ! eat out your hear…
1905 · PDF PAGE 241
…es ! None but the dead can know the worth of love! Come, love, thy bosom to my heart recalls Strange festivals and subtle funerals. Soft passion rises in the amber walls, And falls! None but the dead can breathe the life of love ! Come, love, thy lips, curved hollow as the moon’s! , Bring me thy kisses, for the seawind tunes, The song that soars, and reads the starry runes, And swoons ! None but the dead can tune the lyre of love! Come, love, thy body serpentine and bright ! What love is this, the heart of sombre light, Impossible, and therefor…
1905 · PDF PAGE 107
…as a rich red rose Folding its sweetness round the honey-bee ! I felt a perfect soul embracing me, And in my spirit like a river flows A passion like the passion of the sea. IT. Hk did not kiss me with his mouth ; his eyes Kissed mine, and mine kissed back; it was not wise, But yet he had the strength to leave me; so I was so glad he loved enough to go, My arms could never have released his neck ; Ife saved our honour from a single speck. And so he went away ; and fate inwove The bitterest of treason for our love.
1905 · PDF PAGE 177
…ses, 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 of forbidden life. But not the sunlight, nor the stars, Nor any light but theirs alone, Nor iron masteries of Mars, Nor Saturn’s misconceiving zone, Nor any planet’s may be shown, Within the circle of the grove, Where burn the sanctities of love : Nor may the foot of man be known, Nor evil eyes of mothers thrown On maidens that desire the kiss Only o…
1905 · PDF PAGE 62
…ugh bountiful hours, With sleep for a bride, for a neighbour With Death in the blossoming bowers That slays with his merciless sabre the passion of flowers. This pastime had hope for its metre, And trust in high God for the tune, And passion of sorrow made sweeter Than loves of the leafiest June, When Artemis’ arrows are fleeter than rays of the moon. My hope in the ocean was founded, Nor changed for the wind and the tide; My love by the heaven was bounded, And knew not a barrier beside ; My faith beyond heaven was grounded, as God to abide. Th…
1905 · PDF PAGE 16
…ARCIPAIS a) But [am born of gods, and turn My eyes to thee, thyself divine. My vigorous heart and spirit yearn With love, my cheeks with passion burn— As thy clear eyes may well discern By gazing into mine. Thy heart is cool, thy cheeks are pale, Nor blush with shame like winter wine To understand my amorous tale, For words and looks of Love must fail To touch thee, since a snowy veil Ts "twixt my mind and thine. Dear goddess, al whose carly breast I drank in all desires and woes3 Most reverend god, who oft caressed Her pale chaste wifehood, an…
1905 · PDF PAGE 135
…for me, delighting In the bells far-off, in yonder thrushes, In the tawny songster of the forest, In the stream’s song, all the words of passion, Echoes of the deeper words unspoken In thy breast and mine, O heart of silence ! Will they pierce one day to other nations Clear and strong and triumphing? It may be. Then we shall not envy you, my Horace !
1905 · PDF PAGE 13
…in. My heavy hair! You touched my lips and told me I was fair ; It was your wickedness 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 !