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AMBERGRIS 27 Heaven is not very far ; Soul unto soul may be calling When a swift meteor star Through the quick vista is falling. Loose but your soulshall its wings find the white way so appalling ? Heaven, as I understand, Nearer than some folk would make it ! Godshould you stretch out a hand, Who can be quicker to 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 …
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…47 Of hideous engines shatteringthis strife Clears the straight road of Glory and of Life ! Nay : but the hateful death that stings the soul Into rebellion ; the insensate death That chokes its own delight with words that roll Mightier-mouthed than the archangels breath ; The death that murders courage ere it drink The souls own life-blood on the desperate brink ! So, from the languid fingers in my curls And dreamy worship of a womans eyes, I look beyond the miserable whirls Of foolish measures woven in the skies ; Beyond the thoughtless st…
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…ready for it by-and-by, That sharp initiation, when the whole Body is torn with sundering pangs, and I The very conscious essence of the soul, Am rent with agony, as when the pale Christ heard the shriek of the dividing veil. That awful mystery, its heart torn out, Palpitates on the altar-stone of life : That broken self, that hears the triumph-shout Of its own voice beneath the falling knife, When, like a bad dream changing, swiftly grows A new souls joy, a fuller-petalled rose. Many the spirits broken for one man ; Many the men that perish t…
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…My great loves lifted wing Weakens, unwearying, And droops 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…
1910 · PDF PAGE 146
…r 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 mansion of rest) Is a sundawn to blaze what the glow meant Seen long after death in the west ; A magical æon ! Nor love-song nor pæan, But a flame with a silvery crest. There shall rise a sweet song of the soul Far deeper than love or distress ; Beyond mor…
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…e in Self-Contentment ! Sole Spirit gyring in its own ellipse ; Palpable, formless, infinite presentment Of thine own light in thine own souls eclipse ! Let thy chast lips Sweep through the empty æthers guarding thee (As in a fortress girded by the sea The ranging winds and wings of air Lift the wild waves and bear Innavigable foam to seaward), bend thee down, Touch, draw me with thy kiss Into thine own deep bliss, Into thy sleep, thy life, thy imperishable crown ! Let that young godhead in thine eyes Pierce mine, fulfil me of their secrecies,…
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…eir love abides That passes not beneath their tides, And who so 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 f…
1910 · PDF PAGE 148
AMBERGRIS 139 O poets ! O masters ! O lovers ! Sweet souls of the strength of the sun ! The couch of eternity covers Our loves, and our dreams are as done. Reality closes Our life into roses ; We are infinite space : we are one. There is one that hath sought me and found me In the heart of the sand and the snow : He hath caught me, and held me, and bound me, In the lands where no flower may grow His voice is a spell, Hath enchanted me well ! I am his, and I will it or no. But I will it, I will it, I will it ! His speck of a soul in its cars Sha…
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…ed his spots ; for in me leapt The mate, the tiger. Murderous I sprang Across the mellow earth : my senses swept, One torrent flame, one soul-dissolving pang. How queenly bent her body to the grip ! How lithe it slips, her bosom to my own ! The throat leans back, to tantalise the lip : The sudden shame of her is over thrown ! O maiden of the spirit of the wheat, One ripening sunbeam thrills thee to the soul, Electric from red mane to amber feet ! The blue skies focus, as a burning bowl, The restless passion of the universe Into our mutual ange…
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… 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 comprehending the mysterious sea Of black swift waters that can drink it up, Not trusting life to its own ecstasy, Not …
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…lood, 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 !
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…ed the word along, the signal of wide war. All earth took up the sound, And, being in one tune securely bound, Even as a star became the soul of silence most profound. IV. Thus there, the centre of that death that darkened, I sat and listened, if Gods voice should break And pierce the hollow of my ear that hearkened, Lest God should speak and find me not awake For his own sake. No voice, no song might pierce or penetrate That enviable universal state. The sun and moon beheld, stood still. Only the spirits axis, will, Considered its own soul …
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AMBERGRIS 77 Light ! ever light ! I swim far out and follow The footsteps of the wind, and light invades My desolate soul, and all the cypress shades Glow with transparent lustre, and the hollow I thought I had hidden in my heart must swallow The bitter draught of Truth ; no Nereid maids Even in my sea are mine : the whole seas glades And hills and springs are void of my Apollo The Sea herself my tune and my desire ! The Sun himself my lover and my lyre !
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… the chaos and the darkness passed ! At the creative sigh the Light became. Chaos rolled back in the abundant flame. The vast and mystic Soul, The firmament, a living coal, Flamed twixt the glory and the sea below. The whirling force began. The atom whirled In vortices of flashing matter : wild as snow On mountain tops by the wind-spirits hurled, Blinding and blind, the sparks of spirit curled Each to its proper soul ; the wide wheels flow, Orderly streams, and lose the rushing speed, Meet, mingle, marry. Fire and air express Their dews and win…
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…here the Winds lie between. So still lingers sun 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 wa…
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… bosom of fixed earth ; and Need, The Lady of Beginning, also was. Thus was the firmament a vital glass, The waters as the vessel of the soul ; Thus earth, the mystic basis of the whole, Was smitten through with fire, as chrysopras, Blending, uniting and dividing it, Volcanic, airy, and celestial. I rose within the elemental ball, And lo ! the Ancient One of Days did sit ! His head 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-fort…
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…ering flame that nods, Kissing the brows that bend, Uniting all earths periods To one exalted end ! Still on the mystic Tree of Life My soul is crucified : Still strikes the sacrificial knife Where lurks some serpent-eyed Fear, passion, or mans deadly wife Desire, the suicide !
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… attain to the life of the Gods : could a comet Attain to the calm of the moon : I would mingle them all in a kiss, and draw from it The soul of a sensitive tune. All lovers should hear it and know it : not needing the words of a poet In ebony hewn. O beam of discovery under the eyelids awakening The sense of delight ! O assent Slow dawning through cream into roses ! O white bosom shaking The myrtles of magical scent In the groves of the heart ! O the pleasure that runs over all overmeasure, The wine of Event ! Overmastered the hurl of the worl…
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…Name. For I am Yesterday, and I To-day, and I to-morrow, born Now and again, on high, on high Travelling on Dians naked horn ! I am the Soul that doth create
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…isaster Fall from the Archers bitter kiss Fast to their mute abyss. The pale sweet blooms of lotus burn ; The scent of spring is in the soul ; Mens spirits to the loftiest turns ; Light is extended and made whole. The waters of the whispering Nile Lisp of their loves a little while, Then break, like songsters, into sighing, Because the lazy days are dying ; And swift and tawny streams must rise Worlds world to fertilise