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Page 1 of 11914 · PDF PAGE 22
…ndabor! Make me pure, ‘And wash me whiter than the snow! ‘That soon I who have slept in a Chicago sewer Be worthy of a marriage with the moon| ‘Oh! but the moon has purity enough, Lustral for all the least that she might love! Ah! then my heart flings free to flare afar Beyond the fierce phantastic flames of foam To Her, for strength and constancy a star, For magick she's the moon! to Her! to Home! “Blow, blow, thou wintry wind !"—and blow away ‘The last foul fetich of Chicago May! PART IV—CHERBOURG Max Yes: Iam you, but for a moment only. ‘Tha…
1914 · PDF PAGE 26
…eet with me. I ride, I race over the bounding blue: ‘You will be there to meet me on the quay! PART V—DOMAINE D'HARDELOT. aren Tite fall moon, regent of the dunes, Shines from the sanctifying sea. This night of nights, this June of Junes, Is lonely as eternity. Love, the sole substance that abides, Reigns on the land and the lagoon; ‘The drifting sand, the changing tides, ‘The moving light of the dead moon.
1914 · PDF PAGE 25
…hy then, let us die young, let us die young! Come, Laylah, I shall get to you so soon This absence, a mere miserere sung, Seems dream. © moon! O mortifying moon! Quicken our love! O bring me to the hour, Minute and second when I lose, I lose All that I am in one fellatrix flower! Time, O the unsubstantial ! O the ooze Of nothingness! Come bring me to the kiss, ‘The comfort of thine all-availing breast | Bring me to the intolerable bliss ‘Whose recrudescence is eternal rest— Laylah! I come to you, I come to you— ‘Three thousand miles, what are t…
1914 · PDF PAGE 6
CHICAGO MAY ‘True self is to all life immune As is the sun's self to the moon, ‘Yet this, that is not love, corrodes ‘That self, or clouds it. Lead me far From earth to the unmoved abodes ‘That lie beyond the utmost star! Ah, no! the martyr asks his Lord For martyrdom as his reward. Give me my pain, and let me keep My love! T have no fear to lose My hate: While now she lies asleep, T have one moment's power to choose. I choose the cross. My love shall gain ‘The price of all my Judas-pain. Il Pure hate is like pure love, a calm, a flow Of the pu…
1914 · PDF PAGE 27
…sole rock, the fort, the tower, Whence mortal dauntless may defy The malice of the age, the power Of fate or chance or deity! Even as in moonlight vale and hill In holy light and holy shade Are blest, so he that hath his will In the male mastery of his maid. Translucent, all my soul is bathed In that clear potency and calm ‘Swayed without wind, divinely swathed In silken silence breathing balm. The past is past! the future hangs A haze of grey to eastward woven, ‘A haze that only by the pangs Of the dawn’s birth may yet be cloven1 Ah, love! and…