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… bathes in light of theirs, And water, changes unawares To be no separate soul, but be Himself the moon and sea. Not all the wealth that flowers shed, And sacred streams on that calm head ; Not all the earths spell-weaving dream And scent of new-turned earth shall seem Again indeed his mothers breast To breathe like sleep and give him rest ; He lives or dies in subtler swoon Between the sea and moon. So standing, gliding, undeterred By any her alluring word That calls from older forest glades, My soul forgets the gentle maids That wooed me in…
1910 · PDF PAGE 38
…ake as gold as the sands With ripening wheat, in the earth, in the infinite realm of its seed, The hearts of us bleed ! In the wonderful flowers of the foam, Blue billows and breakers grown grey, When the storm sweeps triumphantly home From the bed of the violate day, In the furious waves of the sea, wild world of tem- pestuous night, Our song is as light ! In the tumult of manifold fire, Multitudinous mutable feet That dance to an infinite lyre On the heart of the world as they beat, In the flowers of the bride of the flame, in the war- rior L…
1910 · PDF PAGE 79
…s with me, Singing the sun-kindled hair Close in the face more fair, The sweet soul shining there For God to see. Surely some angel shed Flowers for the maiden head, Ephemeral flowers ! I yearn, not comforted. My heart is vainly bled Through age-long hours. To thee my spirit turns ; My bright soul aches and burns, As a dry valley yearns For spring and showers. Splendid, remove, a fane Alone and unprofane I know thy breast. These bitter tears of pain Flood me, and fall again Not into rest. Me, whose sole purpose is To gain one gainless kiss, And…
1910 · PDF PAGE 99
…1. Rose of the world ! Red glory of the secret heart of love ! Red flame, rose red, most subtly curled Into its own infinite flower, all flowers above ! Its flower in its own perfumed passion, Its faint sweet passion, folded and furled In flower fashion ; And my deep spirit taking its pure part Of that voluptuous heart Of hidden happiness ! 2. Arise, strong bow of the young child Eros ! (While the maddening moonlight, the memoried caress Stolen of the scented rose Stirs me and bids each racing pulse ache, ache !) Bend into an agony of art Whose…
1910 · PDF PAGE 45
… lover, I say, With a crown of the lilies of light For a maiden they crowned her in May, For the Queen of the Daughters of Day That are flowers of the forest of Night. They crowned her with lilies and blue, They crowned her with yellow and roses ; They gave her a sceptre of rue, And a girdle of laurel and yew, And a basket of pansies in posies. They led her with songs by the stream ; They brought her with tears to the river ; They danced as the maze of a dream ; They kissed her to roses and cream, And they cried, Let the queen live for ever ! …
1910 · PDF PAGE 36
…take it ? Then you have pacted an oathjudge you if He will forsake it ! I have had hope in the spring Trust that the God who has given Flowers, and the thrushes that sing Dawnwards all night, and at even Year after year, will be true now we are speaking of heaven.
1910 · PDF PAGE 76
…hangeless change of the unchanging ocean, Laps the bright night, with unsubstantial motion Winnowing the starlight, plumed with feathery flowers Of foam and phosphor glory, the strange glow Of the days amber fallen to indigo, Lit of its own depth in some subtle wise, A pavement for the footsteps from the skies Of angels walking thus Not all unseen of us, Nor all unknown, nor unintelligible, When with souls lifted up In the Cadmean cup, As incense lifted in the thurible, We know that God is even as we, Light from the sky, and life on earth, and…
1910 · PDF PAGE 49
40 AMBERGRIS FROM THE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST The Palace of the World The fragrant gateways of the dawn Teem with the scent of flowers. The mother, Midnight, has withdrawn Her slumberous kissing hours : Day springs, with footsteps as a fawn, Into her rosy bowers. The pale and holy maiden horn In highest heaven is set. My forehead, bathed in her forlorn Light, with her lips is met ; My lips, that murmur in the morn, With lustrous dew are wet. My prayer is mighty with my will ; My purpose as a sword Flames through the adamant, to fill The garden…
1910 · PDF PAGE 34
…ring comes and kisses the clover ; All the wild woodlands await poet and songster and lover. Linger, dew, linger ! and gem All the fresh flowers in the garland ! Blossom, leaf, bud and green stem Flash with your light to some far land, Where men shall wonder if you be not a newly- born starland. Ah ! The sweet scents of the woods ! Ah ! the sweet sounds of the heaven ! Sights of impetuous floods, Foam like the daisy at even, Folding oer passionate gold petals that sunrise had riven ! See, like my life is the stream Now its desire is grown quie…
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…r maiden bosoms bared To the dying vesper rays, Where the sun below the bays Of the West is stooping ; All our hearts together drooping, Flowers the ocean bears. All the garb that gladness wears To a rent uncouth attire Changed with cares ; Happy songs our love had made Ere the sun had sunk his fire, In the moonrise fall and fade, And the dregs of our desire Fall away to death. Tears divide our labouring breath That of our sisterO our sister ! Moon and sun and stars have kissed her ! She must touch the lips of death, Touch the lips whose coldn…
1910 · PDF PAGE 42
…te The foam and fire are recreate. With air uniting fire and water, The springtides unbegotten daughter Blossoms in oceans of blue air, Flowers of new spring to bear. The sorrowful twin fishes glide Silent and sacred into sleep ; The joyful Ram exalts his pride, Seeing the forehead of the deep Glow from his palace, as the sun Leaps to the spring, whose coursers run Flaming before their golden master, As death and winter and disaster Fall from the Archers bitter kiss Fast to their mute abyss. The pale sweet blooms of lotus burn ; The scent of …
1910 · PDF PAGE 35
…that murmur and mock Duller delights to come after, Wild as a swallow that dives whither the sea wind would waft her. Lower, an ocean of flowers, Trees that are warmer and leafier, Starrier, sunnier hours Spurning the stain of all grief here, Bringing a quiet delight to us, beyond our belief here. Lastly, the uttermost sea, Starred with the flakes of spray sunlit, Blue as its caverns that be Crystal, resplendent, yet unlit ; So like a mother receives the kiss of the dainty-lip runlet. Here the green moss is my seat, Beech is the canopy oer me,…
1910 · PDF PAGE 62
…USER Shepherd Boys Song O Gretchen, when the morn is gray, Forsake thy flocks and steal away To that low bank where, shepherds say, The flowers eternal are. Thine eyes should gleam to see me there, As fixed upon a star. And yet thy lips should make a tune, And match me unaware So steals the sun beside the moon And hides her lustre rare. The bloom upon the peach is fine ; The blossom on thy cheek is mine ! O kiss meif you dare ! I called thee by the name of love That mothers fear and gods approve, And maidens blush to say O Gretchen, meet me…
1910 · PDF PAGE 24
… we kiss Roses grow yellow, and no purple stays. Ah ! the old years ! Come back, ye vanished hours We wasted ; come, grow red, ye faded flowers !
1910 · PDF PAGE 140
… sleep-god laments, and the love-goddess pardons, When love at the last sinks unweary to sleep. The green-hearted hours shall burst into flowers. The winds shall waft roses from uttermost Ind. Our nuptial dowers shall be birds in our bowers, Our couches the delicate heaps of the wind, Where the lily-bloom showers all its light, and the powers Of earth in our twinning are wedded and twinned.
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…s in the wanton glade Of the day that dawneth late In a maidens horoscope, Dawning faith and fire and hope On the spring that only knew Flowers and butterflies and dew, Skies and seas and mountains blue, On the spring that wot not of Fruit and falling leaves and love. Never dew-dashed foreheads fair Shall salute the idle air. Never shall we wander deep Where the fronds of fern, asleep, Kiss her rosy feet that pass On the spangled summer grass, Half awake, and drowse again. Never more our feet shall stain Purple with the joyous grape, Whence th…
1910 · PDF PAGE 136
…s across the glade Laughing, her bosom swelling with the milk Born of a million kisses : leaps her womb Pregnant with fruits, and latter flowers, and shade Of the great cedar-groves : soft, soft as silk, Her skin glows amber, silvered with the bloom Mist-like of the moons light, A slumberous haze of quietude Shed oer the hardy limbs, and lustihood, And boldness, and great might. Earth knows her daring daughter, and the sea Breaks into million-folded mystery Of flower-like flashes in the pale moonrise,
1910 · PDF PAGE 68
…s below the swaying beeches Kiss me and clip ! Why ! the old madness grows !how feebly lying Smooth by this bay where waves are tender flowers. Winds, soft as the old kisses were, are sighing. Clouds drift across the sun for silken bowers. The moon is upan hastening nymph ! I, dying, Await the Hours. And thou, Persephone, I know thy story, That I must taste the terror of thy wrong : How Hades ride across the promontory, Snatch my pale body in mid over-song, Drag me from sight of my Apollos glory With horses strong. Nay ! as Apollo half the …
1910 · PDF PAGE 101
…its brutal essence, Hog-wallowing in poetry, Incapable of thee. 6. Ah ! when the minutes grew to hours, And yet the beast, the fool, saw flowers And loved them, watched the moon rise, took delight In perfumes of the summer night, Caught in the glamour of the sun, Thought all the woe well won. How hours were days, and all the misery Abode, all mine : O thou ! didst thou regret ? Was thou asleep as I ? Didst thou not love me yet ? For, know ! the moon is not the moon until She hath the knowledge to fulfil Her music, till she know herself the moon…
1910 · PDF PAGE 28
…and the tare and thorn Spring to rank weedy vigour ; poisons shoot Into the overspreading foliage ; So as days darken into weary age The flowers are fewer ; the weeds are stronger born, And hands are grown too feeble to assuage Their venom ; then, the unutterable sea ! Is she green-cinctured with the earlier tree Of life ? Do blossoms blow, or weeds create A foul rank undergrowth of misery ? From the deep water of the bitterest brine Drowned children raise their arms ; their lips combine To force a shriek ; bid them go contemplate The cold phil…