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…ms arise and disappear, Obedient to the master’s wand. The incense curls like a pale frond Of some grey garden glory about This room ; I take my sceptre out, My royal crown; invoke, evoke These phantoms in the glimmering smoke ; And you shall see—and take no hurt— The very limb yon garter girt. 37
…ight: unseen I stand And look to seaward still : We would not look upon the land Again, had I my will. The ship is trim: to sea! to sea! Take life in either hand, Crush out its wine for you and me, And drink, and understand! 27
…emerald ring, And hamadryad of the trees, And naiad of the sleepy lake, That watched us on the mossy leas Look on each other’s face, and take The secret of the universe 59
…ad About the gander and the goose, Till you riposte with all your force A miserable pun on sauce. The battle when you will! This truce I take in vantage, hold my course. I see mechanic causes reach Back through eternity, inform 31
…out the room, its chorus swell From the irritating to the grand. Shall we, who love the naked form, The inmost truth, to ourselves fail, Take shelter from love's lightning-storm Behind some humbug’s hoary veil ? Ah! were it so, love, could the flame Of fast electric fervour flash, Smite us through husk of form and name, Leave of the dross a little ash, One button of pure fuséd gold Identical—O floral hour! That were the bliss no eyes behold, But Christ’s delighted bridal dower 56
XIV AccerT me asl am! I give All you can take. If you dislike Some fragments of the life I live, They are not yours: I scorn to strike One sword-swift pang against your peace. See! I'ma mountaineer. Release That spirit from your bonds: or come With me upon the mountains, cease This dull round, this addition sum Of follies we call France: indeed Cipher! And if at times I need The golden dawn upon the Alps, The gorges of Himalayan rock, The grey and ancient hills, the scalps Of hoary hills, the rattling shock Of avalanche adown the hills— Why, wh…
…t love and this are as diverse As Shelley’s poems and my verse. And now the bright laugh comes in spite Of all the cruel will can do. “I take,” you say, “a keen delight In Shelley, but as much in you.” There, you are foolish. And you know The thing I meant to say. O love! What little lightnings serve to show Glimpses of all your heart! Above All, and beneath all, lies there deep, Canopied over with young sleep, 52
… and the kiss Too soft to call the breath of sleep. And, if you are woman, even there I do decline : we stand above. I ask not, and will take no share With you in what mankind call love. We know each other: you and I Have nought to do with lesser things. With them—'tis chance or destiny : With us, we should but burn our wings. 64
…eve, And then forget : but we, elate, Live in a larger air : awake, Compassion in the Halls of Truth! Disdain love for love’s very sake! Take all our beauty, strength, and youth, And melt them in the crucible To that quintessence at whose gleam Gold shudders and grows dull ; expel The final dross by intimate stream Of glowing truth, our lunar light! Are you not ready? Who would stay ? Arise, O Queen, O Queen of Night! Arise, and leave the little day! 71
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…n every truth essential mocks Its truth in figure of a phrase? How should I care for this, and tire Body by will to sing thy praise, Who take this lute, throw down the lyre As I have done to-day, to win No guerdon differing from the toil, Were that accomplished : pain and sin Are needed for the counterfoil Of joy and love: if only so All men had these in keen excess Those were forgotten : indigo Is amber’s shadow, but—confess For all men but ourselves the tint Of all the earth is dull and black! Only some glints of love bestow The knowledge of …
…aris, smug and good, that use To point the index scorn, deride The courage of that suicide— I ask you not to quit us quite, But—will you take a bath to-night? Money might make you. Well: but he, What was his wage, what was his fee? Fear fiercer than a mortal fear. Be silent, cowards, leave him here Dead in the Morgue, so waxen pale! He failed : shall ye not also fail ? Ah! love! the strings are little; The cords are over strong ; The chain of life ts brittle ; And keen the sword of song. Will you not seize in one firm grip Now, as I hold you, l…