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… challenge unto Death With clear high eloquence and happy breath ; So did a brave sad heart grow glad again And mock the riddle that the dead Sphinx saith. When I am dead, remember me for this That I bade workers work, and lovers kiss ; Laughed with the Stoic at the dream of pain, And preached with Jesus the evangel bliss. When I am dead, think kindly. Rail my song ! Twas the poor utterance of an eager tongue ; I stutter in my rime ? my heart was full Of greater longings, more divinely wrung By love and pity and regret and trust, High hope fro…
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…he Mænads Invoke Dionysus.......................132 Orpheus invokes the Lords of Khem..............134 The Star-Goddess sings of Orpheus dead ......137
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…ecate O triple form of darkness ! Sombre splendour ! Thou moon unseen of men ! Thou huntress dread ! Thou crownd demon of the crownless dead ! O breasts of blood, too bitter and too tender ! Unseen of gentle spring, Let me the offering Bring to thy shrines sepulchral glittering ! I slay the swart beast ! I bestow the gloom Under the waning moon, At midnight hardly lightening the East ; And the black lamb from the black ewes dead womb I bring, and stir the slow infernal tune Fit for thy chosen priest. Here where the band of Ocean breaks the r…
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130 AMBERGRIS And night falls faster, ere thine eyes appear Glittering through the mist. O face of woman unkissed Save by the dead whose love is taken ere they wist ! Thee, thee I call ! O dire one ! O divine ! I, the sole mortal, seek thy deadly shrine, Pour the dark stream of blood, A sleepy and reluctant river Even as thou drawest, with thine eyes on mine, To me across the sense-bewildering flood That holds my soul for ever !
1910 · PDF PAGE 127
…be said. When all is said, shall this be done, The æon exhaust and finishéd, And slumber steal upon the sun, My dear, when you and I are dead.
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…he wide world, and lend A star of many summits to his head That rules his fate and compasses his end, And seeks the holy mountain of the dead To draw dead fire, and breathe, and give it life ! But thou, be strong for strife, And, as a god, cry out, and let there be The mark of many footsteps on the sea Of angels hastening to fulfil Thy supreme, single will ! Alone, intense, unmoved, not made for change, Let thy one godhead rise To move like morning, and like day to range, A furnace for the skies, That all men cry : The uncreated God ! Formless,…
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…with cords that are not ; witch me chanted Spells never heard nor open to the ear, Woven of silence, moulded in the haunted Houses where dead men linger year by year. I have no fear To tread thy far irremeable way Beyond the paths and palaces of day, Beyond the night, beyond the skies, Beyond eternitys Tremendous gate ; beyond the immanent miracle. O secret self of things ! I have nor feet nor wings Except to follow far beyond Heaven and Earth and Hell, Until I mix my mood And being in thee, as in my hermits hood I grow the thing I contemplat…
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…and hair were white as wool, his eyes A flaming fire : and from the splended mouth Flashed the Eternal Sword ! Lo ! Lying at his feet as dead, I saw The leaping-forth of Law : Division of the North wind and the South, The lightning of the armies of the Lord ; East rolled asunder from the rended West ; Height clove the depth : the Voice begotten said : Divided be thy ways and limited ! Answered the reflux and the indrawn breath : Let there be Life, and Death !
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…ht veil. No flower may bloom this happy hour Unless my Alice be the flower. The stars are hidden in dark and mist, The moon and sun are dead, Because my love has caught and kissed My body in her bed. No light may shine this happy night Unless my Alice be the light. So silent are the thrush, the lark ! The nightingales at rest, Because my lover loves the dark, And has me in her breast. No song this happy night be heard ! Unless my Alice be the bird. The sea that roared around the house Is fallen from alarms, Because my lover calls me spouse,…
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AMBERGRIS 137 FROM ORPHEUS The Star-Goddess sings of Orpheus dead Enough. It is ended, the story Of magical æons of song ; The sun is gone down in his glory To the Houses of Hate and of Wrong. Would ye see if he rise ? In Hesperian skies Ye may look for his rising for long. The magical æon beginneth Of song in the heart of desire, That smiteth and striveth and sinneth, But burns up the soul of the lyre : There is pain in the note : In the sorcerers throat Is a sword, and his brain is afire ! Long after (to men : but a moment To me in my mans…
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…clarion one note silver-high. It was too sweet for music, and I weave In vain the tattered woof of memory. Ashes and dust ! Cold cinders dead ! Our swords are rust ; Our lives are fled Like dew on glass. In vain we lust ; Our hopes are sped, Alas ! alas ! From heaven we are thrust, we have no more trust. Alas ! Gold hairs and gray ! Red lips and white ! Warm hearts, cold clay ! Bright day, dim night ! Our spirits pass Like the hours away. We have no light, Alas ! alas !
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…touch the day With pallid, wistful lips beyond the earth, And bring to birth New thoughts with which life long has travailed ; As if one dead Should rise and utter secrets of the tomb, And from hells womb Or heavens breast bring all the load of fears, Toils of long years, Sorrows of life and agonies of death, Hard caught-up breath, The labouring hands of love, the cheeks of shame, The gloomy flame Of lust, the cruel torment of desire More than hell fire, And bid them fade, as if the bryony Let her flower die, And banished them through space, …
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…on the sepulchral plain. Keep us, for Jesus sake, What time the King-Ghost is awake ! The King-Ghost wears a crown of hopes forgotten ; Dead loves are woven in his ghastly robe ; Bewildered wills and faiths grown old and rotten And deeds undared his sceptre, sword, and globe. Keep us, O Mary maid, What time the King-Ghost goes arrayed ! The Hell-Wind whistles through his plumeless pinions ; Clanks all that melancholy host of bones ; Fates principalities and Deaths dominions Echo the drear discord, the tuneless tones. Keep us, dear God, from …
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…of nerve and muscle ; it were death Save for the heart that throbs, the breast that sighs. The brain reels drowsily, the mind is dulled, Deadened and drowned by noises that are lulled By the harsh poison of the hateful breath. All sense and sound and seeing is annulled. Within a body dead a deadened brain Beats with the burden of a shameful pain, The sullen agony that dares to think, And think through sleep, and wake to think again. Fools ! bitter fools ! Our breaths and kisses seem Constrained in devilry, debauch, and dream : Lives logged in t…
1910 · PDF PAGE 88
…flowers ; Forgets itself, content to be Between the moon and sea. No passion stirs their depth, nor moves ; No life disturbs their sweet dead loves ; No being holds a crown or throne ; They are, and I in them, alone : Only some lute-player grown star Is heard like whispering flowers afar ; And some divided, single tune Sobs from the sea and moon.
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… bodys sleek intoxicating time, The music of the motion of her feet !) I swoon in that imperial embrace Lay we asleep till evening, or dead ? I knew not, but the wonder of her face Grew as the dawn and never satiated. She knew not in her strong imperial soul How hopeless was the slavery of life, How by the part man learns to love the whole, How each mans mistress calls herself a wife. I tired not of the tigress limbs and lips Only, my soul was weary of itself, Being so impotent, who only sips The dewdrops from the flower-cup of an elf, Not …
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AMBERGRIS 31 Death is made change, and only change is dead. For the most holy spirit of a man Burns through the limit of the wheels that ran Through all the unrelenting skies When Icarus died, And leaps, the flight of wise omnipotent eyes, When Dædalus espied An holy habitation for the shrine Solitary, mid the night of broken brine That foamed like starlight round the desolate shore. So to the mine of that crystalline ore Golden, the electric spark of man is drawn Deep in the bosom of the world, to soar New-fledged, an eagle to the dazzling …