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1910 · PDF PAGE 13

Ambergris

… star must add to the glowing chorus ; Sun and moon must mingle and speed the echo Flaming through heaven. Night and day divide, and the music strengthens, Gathers roar of seas and the dirge of moorlands ; Tempest, thunder, birds, and the breeze of summer Join to augment it. So the sound-world, filled of the fire of all things, Rolls majestic torrents of mighty music Through the stars where dwell the avenging spirits Bound in the whirlwind . . .

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1910 · PDF PAGE 101

Ambergris

92 AMBERGRIS All the concentred music that is I. O ! hear me not ! I die ; I am borne away in misery of dumb life That would in words flash forth the holiest heaven That to the immortal God of Gods is given, And, tongue-tied, stammers forth—my wife ! 4. I am dumb with rapture of thy loveliness. All metres match and mingle ; all words tire ; All lights, all sounds, all perfumes, all gold stress Of the honey-palate, all soft strokes expire In abject agony of broken sense To hymn the emotion tense Of somewhat higher—O ! how highest !—than all Thei…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 117

Ambergris

… of sunlight and umber with virginal shadows of slumber Ah ! sorrow, regress ! Till the idle abyss of eternity swoon to our pinions With music of wings as we fly Through the azure of dreams, and the purple of mighty dominions Exalted, afoam in the sky ; And to us it were wiser and sweeter to ruin the race of the metre, And song were to die.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 46

Ambergris

…un upon sea ; Still twilight draws down to the world ; The light of my spirit is she ; The soul of her love is in me ; Lithe kisses with music are curled. Like light on the meadows we dwell ; Like twilight clings heart unto heart ; Like midnight the depth of the spell Our love weaves, and stronger than hell The guards of our palace of art. We are one as the dew that is drawn By the sun from the sea : we are curled In curves of delight and of dawn, On the lone, the immaculate lawn, Beyond the wild way of the world.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 114

Ambergris

… the world of spring ! How shall the heart dissolved in joy take form and harmony and sing ? How shall the ecstasy of light fall back to music’s magic gloom ? O China rose without a thorn, O honey-bee with- out a sting ! The scent of all thy beauty burns upon the wind. The deep perfume Of our own love is hidden in our hearts, the invul- nerable ring. No man shall know. I bear thee down unto the tomb, beyond the tomb, Rose on the breast of the world of spring !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 125

Ambergris

… King-Ghost grips the will ! Silver and rose and gold what flame resurges ? What living light pours forth in emerald waves ? What inmost Music drowns the clamorous dirges ? —Shrieking thy fly, the King-Ghost and his slaves. Lord, let Thy Ghost indwell, And keep us from the power of Hell ! Amen.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 49

Ambergris

…s dew are wet. My prayer is mighty with my will ; My purpose as a sword Flames through the adamant, to fill The gardens of the Lord With music, that the air be still, Dumb to its mighty chord. I stand above the tides of time And elemental strife ; My figure stands above, sublime, Shadowing the Key of Life, And the passion of my mighty rime Divides me as a knife. For secret symbols on my brow, And secret thoughts within, Compel eternity to Now, Draw the Infinite within.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 44

Ambergris

…drawn to the world : We linger and laugh on the lea, The light of my spirit with me, Sharp limbs in close agony curled. The noise of the music of sleep, The breath of the wings of the night, The song of the magical deep, The sighs of the spirits that weep, Make murmur to tune our delight. Slow feet are our measures that move ; Swift songs are more soft than the breeze ; Our mouths are made mute for our love ; Our eyes are made soft as the dove ; We mingle and move as the seas. The light of the passionate dawn That kissed us, and would not awake…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 126

Ambergris

…-doubted, being So far beyond a rime to trace. What shall they say ? For secret we Have held our love, and holy. Splendour Of light, and music of the sea, And eyes and heart serene and tender, With kisses mingled utterly These were our ways. And who shall know ? What warrior bard our nuptial glories Shall sing ? Historic shall we go Down through our country’s golden stories ? Shall lovers whisper “ Even so As he loved her do I love you ? ” So much they shall know, surely ; never The truth, how lofty and fresh as dew Our love began, abode for ev…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 29

Ambergris

…ber how the finish rang Clear, sharp, and loud ; the harp is glad to die And give the 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, Ala…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 37

Ambergris

…our chant be the breath Proclaiming him Death ! In the ways of the depth and the height, Where the multitude stars are at ease, There is music and terrible light, And the violent song of the seas. Unto Mou, the most powerful Lord of the South, let our worship declare Him Lord of the Air ! In the mutable fields that are sown Of a seed that is whiter than noon Whose harvest is beaten and blown By the magical rays of the moon, In the caverns and wharves of the wind, in the desolate seas of the air, Revolveth our prayer !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 124

Ambergris

…Echo the drear discord, the tuneless tones. Keep us, dear God, from ill, What time the Hell-Wind whistles shrill. The King-Ghost hath no music but their rattling ; No scent but death’s grown faint and fugitive ; No light but this their leprous pallor battling Weakly with night. Lord, shall these dry bones live ?

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1910 · PDF PAGE 74

Ambergris

…scent beach and bay, the sea, Curven and carven in warm shapes of dream, Answers the love-song of the lilied stream, And moves to bridal music. Stern and free, The lion-shapen headland guards the shore ; The ocean, the bull-throated, evermore Roars ; the vast wheel of heaven turns above, Its rim of pain, its jewelled heart of love ; Sun-waved, the eagle wing Of the air of feathered spring Royally sweeps, and on the musical merge Watches alone the man. O silvern shape and span Of moonlight, reaching over the grey, large

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1910 · PDF PAGE 55

Ambergris

…pitiless crags, and gloomy fire Lurks in the master-cloud ; corpses are swung Helpless and horrible in trough and crest— That death were music, and the lord of rest. No death ye bring as when the storm is rolled, An imminent giant on the sun-ripped snows, Where icy fingers grip the overbold Son of their secrets, and like springes close On his choked throat and frozen body—Nay ! That death were twilight, and the gate of Day ! No death ye bring as his, that grips the flag In desperate fingers, and with bloody sword Flames up the thundering breach…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 75

Ambergris

…uty, and so keen ! The calm abiding holiness of love Reigns ; and so fallen from the heights above Immeasurable, the influence unseen Of music and of spiritual fire, That the soul sleeps, forgotten of desire, Only remembering its God-like birth Reflected in the deity of earth, Becometh even as God. The pensive period Of night and day beats like a waving fan No more, no more ; the years, Reft of their joys and fears, Pass like pale faces, leave the life of man Untroubled of their destinies, Leave him forgotten of life and time, immortal, calm an…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 47

Ambergris

38 AMBERGRIS FROM THE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST The Reaper In middle music of Apollo’s corn She stood, the reaper, challenging a kiss ; The lips of her were fresher than the morn, The perfume of her skin was ambergris ; The sun had kissed her body into brown ; Ripe breasts thrown forward to the summer breeze ; Warm tints of red lead fancy to the crown, Her coils of chestnut, in abundant ease, That bound the stately head. What joy of youth Lifted her nostril to respire the wind ? What pride of being ? What triumphal truth Acclaimed her queen to h…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 45

Ambergris

…w and lilies anew ; I called her my love and God’s daughter ! I gave her a sceptre of may ; I gave her a girdle of green ; I drew her to music and day ;

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1910 · PDF PAGE 48

Ambergris

…kes away. (I, the mere rimer, she, the queen of rime, As sweeps her sickle in the falling wheat, Her body’s 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 man’s mistress calls herself a wife. I tired not of the tigress limbs and lips— Only, my soul wa…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 106

Ambergris

…flies to the House of Fire, The Rose of Honey in Youth ! Ah ! No dim mystery of desire Fathoms this gulf ! No light invades The mystical musical shades Of a faith in the future, a dream of the day When athwart the dim glades Of the forest a ray Of sunlight shall flash and the dew die away ! 15. Let there then be obscurity in this ! There is an after rapture in the kiss. The fire, flesh, perfume, music that outpaced All time, fly off ; they are subtle : there abides A secret and most maiden taste ; Salt, as of the invisible tides Of the molten s…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 27

Ambergris

… passed before me on the wheel of Time, He who knows no Time—the intense sublime Master of all philosophy and play, Lord of all love and music and sweet rime.

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