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Page 1 of 11914 · PDF PAGE 25
…Laylah! I come to you, I come to you— ‘Three thousand miles, what are they to a soul ‘Whose insight bafiles the blind blaze of blue With single effort to a single goal? Laylah! 1 charge you by the love, the love ‘That you and I bear to each other, come
1914 · PDF PAGE 16
… PART II—LONDON Jaxvary I Ap yet I have been faithful : T have tried All a man might to wake a soul within The lazar life of you, sought single-eyed Salvation for you—even through your sin, Alas! you cannot sin ; for sin means will. Chicago May can only gorge and swill. ‘Oh! T have flamed at you, thrust deep my ki Into the fat about your hampered heart! I would have taken you to be my wife; T would have doctored you with love and art. With the first quarter-glass of dry champagne ‘The rift that was clouds hopelessly again. Ah, but I saw the sun…
1914 · PDF PAGE 6
…se 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 pure spirit in a single stream; No wave disturbs its depth ; no gleam or glow Of any light dares break on its supreme Annihilation of all less desires, ‘One dark fire that absorbs all shining fires. So I lie still, and hate, and hate, and hate This guzzling sow with the loose bulging belly And sagging teats, whom fate has made my mate, 1g mass of nastiness, this jelly
1914 · PDF PAGE 5
…ise, and young, Her soul one flame for art and song, her soul Pure as the trilling musick of her tongue, Her heart one flame—for me. The single goal Of this great purgatory of mine is she. God grant her hope to her, and mine to me! fa) ‘Thou all-beholding sun, whose beams Comfort the just and the unjust, Wake me from all these evil dreams Of this grey globe of greed and lust! Ah ! that is less than naught to Thee Which is the all, and more, to me! This is my grief; nor God, nor man Cares what thing earthly may befall. True self conceives a subt…
1914 · PDF PAGE 24
…c that has made me thine, Mine from sublime unconsciousness to deed. Laylah! oh God! the love of my whole life, ‘My life concentred in a single act, More than a mistress, wilder than a wife, ‘Who ratified our diabolic pact? God grant my life and yours be one, be one, One beyond possibility, no hour ‘But bring to ripeness in the royal sun ‘Some fruit of our fecundity, some flower Such as no spring of earth or heaven can show ;— Laylah! my Laylah! Laylah! Laylah! mine Irrevocably from the hour of woe When I broke in upon the crystal shrine! 23