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1899 · PDF PAGE 5

The Honourable Adulterers

…ummer skies ; I looked beneath their lashes; and behold! My own thought mirrored in their maiden gold. Shame drew to them to cloud their light with lies, . And shrank back shamed ; and Love waxed bright and bold. | ) The devilish circle of the fiery ring Became one moment like a littlé thing, And Truth and God were'near us to withdraw The veil of Love’s unalterable law. - We feared no fury of the jealous King, But, lest in honour love should find a flaw. Only our looks and trembling lips we dread, And the dear nimbus of a lover’s head, The drea…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 12

The Honourable Adulterers

…s mine, And all his passion round me as a vine. So clinging fibres of desire control My perfect body, and my perfect soul Shot flakes of light toward him, and my eyes, Seeking his face, were made divinely wise. So, solemn, silent, ’mid a merry folk - I bound him by my forehead’s silver yoke, And grew immense about him and within, And so possessed him wholly, without sin. For I had crossed the barrier and knew There was no sin. His lips reluctant grew Ardent at last as recognizing me, And love’s wild tempest sweeps upon his sea. . And I, I knew …

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1899 · PDF PAGE 6

The Honourable Adulterers

…ded, nor my soul aware. I turned and went away, away, away, Out of the night that was to me the day, And_rode to meet the sun to hide in light The sorrow of the day that was the night. So I rode slowly in the morning gray, And all the meadows with the frost -were white. And lo! between the mountains there uprose The winter sun; and all the forest glows, And the frost burns like fire before my eyes, While the white breeze awoke with slumberous sighs And stirred the branches of the pine ; it knows, It surely knows how weary are the wise. Even my …

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