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…hold thy god, Horus, lest anger take benignancy From his left hand and smite thee with his strength. Thou hearest? Nay, thou pitiful old man, For I have loved thee. Yet my godhead must Get worship. Anger not the god, but stoop, My faithful priest, and worship at my feet. AMENHATEP. I am most miserable. But truth must leap In this tremendous moment from my lips, Its long-shut barrier. For I pity thee With my old heart’s whole pity. Thou art young, And beautiful, and proud, and dear to me, Whom I have served thy life through. Now that love Demand…
1901 · PDF PAGE 110
96 THE REAPER 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 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 mixing poison with the loving-cup. I, maker of mad rhymes, the reaper she! We lingered but a day upon the lawn. O Thou, the other Reaper! come to me! Thy dark embrace…
1901 · PDF PAGE 73
…nned to whirling fiery flight, As the spark of life is dwindled In the sacramental span, In the star that flashes white In the body of a man; By the swart Osirian power, If, when strikes the holy hour Of the holy sacrifice, Angels swoon from starry homes Full of inexpressive eyes, That the blood that swells and foams Lighten with the fervid air, To create from death’s despair Masteries of music, domes Gilded with the splendid essence of the highest hope of man; If the sombre stream that ran From the smitten breast be kindled with the sacrificia…
1901 · PDF PAGE 65
…her is my son, From my own womb complete and absolute, And in this strong perfection of myself Stands the triumphant power of my desire, Manifest over self, and man, and god! For in the sacred coffin lies his corpse Who shall arise at the enormous word Of my creating deity; his life Shall quicken in him, and the dead man rise Osiris; and all power be manifest In our supreme reunion ; let the priest Cast incense on the fire, upon the ground Let water of the fertilising Nile Be spilt, because these dark maternal breasts That gave their milk to th…
1901 · PDF PAGE 71
…lence: presently the leper breaks into a hor- rible, silent, smooth laughter. Again silence. PACHAD. I am done with godhead: let me be a man. CHORUS. Hail, Pachad, king of Egypt and the Nile! Hail, Pachad, Lord of the two lands, all hail ! PACHAD. King of himself and lord of life and death, No lesser throne! I have borne me as a god, Avenging on my nearest blood the sin That brought me shameful to the shameless light. I have not faltered nor turned back at all, Nor moved my purpose for a moment’s thought. Nor will I now. The god is gone from me…
1901 · PDF PAGE 72
…hat life? For Life I know Stands like a living sentinel behind The rugged barrier of death, the gates Where the rude valley narrows, and man hears The steep and terrible cataract of time Break, and lose shape and substance in the foam , And spray of an eternity of air! My death, and not my life, may crown me king! So let me not be buried in that state Due to the hateful rank that I abjure By this proud act, but let my monument Say to succeeding peoples and dim tribes Unthought of: “This was born a living man Bound, and he cut the chain of circu…
1901 · PDF PAGE 55
…f broken brine That foamed like starlight round the desolate shore. So to the mine of that crystalline ore Golden, the electric spark of man is drawn Deep in the bosom of the world, to soar New-fledged, an eagle to the dazzling dawn With lidless eyes undazzled, to arise, Son of the morning, to the Southern skies; And fling its wild chant higher at the fall Of even, and of bright Hyperion; To mix its fire with dew, to call The spirit of the limitless air, made one In the amazing essence of all light Limitless, emanation of the might Of the great…
1901 · PDF PAGE 98
…trange serpent-blasphemies, are curled within The heart of her Hell gives me to possess. Her hair is fastened with a dagger thin; A dead man’s heart is woven with each tress. I murdered Christ before my lips could win Sidonia the Sorceress.
1901 · PDF PAGE 119
…f all things on earth: _ That all must have its consequence again. Life ends in death and loving ends in birth. All’s made for pleasure: man’s device is pain. And in that pain and barrenness men find Triumph on God; and the glory of the mind.
1901 · PDF PAGE 118
…ht, nor wisdom, nor knowledge in the grave, whither thou goest.”—-SOLOMON. FOOLISH and a cruel thing is said By the Most High that mocks man’s empty breast, As if the grave were mere eternal rest, Or merest resurrection of the dead. All petty wishes: at the fountain-head, A dead girl’s whisper—I have stooped and pressed My ear unto her heart—her soul confessed That none of life her joy relinquishéd. ““T died the moment when you tore away The bleeding veil of my virginity. The pain was sudden—and the joy was long. Persists that triumphs, keenly,…
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… PACHAD. I have heard you as a god Immutable. CHORUS. Thou art as proud and calm As statued Memnon. Thou art more than god And less than man. Thine eyelids tremble not. PACHAD. I shall avenge it as a god. The land Shall be made free. AMENHATEP. And the old gods have sway, Re-born from incorruption. PACHAD. The old gods! - I must muse deeply. Keep your ancient ways A little. I must play the part through so. CHORUS. In the ways of the North and the South, Whence the dark and the dayspring are drawn, We pass with the song of the mouth Of the notab…
1901 · PDF PAGE 115
THE GROWTH OF GOD 10! A God of Mercy, Happiness, and Love; Reverses life and fact: and so believes. So man grew up and so religion grew. Now when the zons grow to millionfold, Hath earth one mystery, one glory new ? Are not these thoughts immeasurably old ? Only—day breaks as I am musing sadly; The phantoms scatter—is not earth divine ? I leap to saddle; gallop forward madly Into the morning strong and keen as wine. The gold air whistles and the glad horse thunders, Spurning the quiet woodland: now the light Stirs bird and beast—a thousand glow…
1901 · PDF PAGE 74
…ice, and thrice the higher soul, Thrice the spirit, till the sun’s Utter glory burn upon him, till the freed Osiris find He is god above mankind, Thrice united unto man, As the living gold that ran Molten to the fiery sea, Mixed in its eternity. Spirit of the Gods! Unite Streams of sacramental light In the soul, thrice purified, Consecrated thrice, Till Osiris justified In the supreme sacrifice Take his kingdom. Hear the cry That the wailing vultures make, Circling in the blackening sky Over the abysmal lake. Spirit, for our spirit’s sake
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… of horror about it and within, A changing, dreadful Shape: Nowa distorted ape; Now an impending vampire, vast and lean ; Last, a dark woman pressed, The world unto her breast, Soothed and caressed With evil words and kisses of the mouth of Sin. The Breath of men adoring. ‘ Worship we! ‘The mighty Wisdom, the astounding power, ‘‘ The Horror, the immense profundity, ‘The stealthy, secret passes of thy Bower! ‘Thee we adore and praise “Whose breast is broad as day’s; ‘‘ Thee, thee, the mistress of the barren sea, “‘ Deep, deadly, poisonous; “‘ Ac…
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…clove, The foam, incarnate Love, Maiden, as light leaps the dawn-gardens in, So in the Love and Light, Life slain, yet infinite, The God-Man’s night, Leaps pure the Soul rearisen from the embrace of Sin. | Yet, in the terror of that Breast, abides So sweet and deadly a device, a lure Deep in the blood and poison of her sides, Swart, lean, and leprous, that her stings endure. Even the soul of grace Abideth not her face Without vague longing, infinite desire, Stronger because suppressed, Unto the wide black breast, The lips incarnate of blood, fl…
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…yourself! Reluctance sits Doggéd against the will to speak. Dear friend, Let us sit close and whisper. GORA. Listen, then! You are grown man: young men seek happiness. Is there one joy your soul hath never felt ? One pure sweet passion ? ULRIC. Sweet! you speak of love! You must have guessed I meant to question you, And smoothed the passage to my modesty. CORA, with bitter sorrow at her heart. You make me very glad. Yes, yes, indeed, , Love is my meaning. Does it shame me much To talk so openly of love to you ? But I am old enough to be—to be U…
1901 · PDF PAGE 59
…e! Leave me: we twain have no more words to speak. THE LEPER. Neither in heaven nor in hell. I go, The dead king, worshipping the living man. [/xiz. PACHAD. I have been a god so long, my thoughts run halt From many contemplations. Like the flow Of a slow river deep and beautiful, My even life moved onward to full scope, The ocean of profounder deity, And—suddenly—the cataract! My soul, Centered eternally upon itself, Comprehends hardly all this violence Of wayward men intemperate. I am calm, And contemplate, without a muscle moved
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…eping, living horror hems me in, A masterpiece of sin! Even my soul, inured to contemplate The dreadful, the perverse design of Fate, In many stories never meant to win Applause of mortals or of gods, but made To choke man’s spirit in its shade, And make him, in his pride and happiness, — In virtue’s mantle and love’s seemly dress, Immeasurably afraid. The hour is on them—let its weight express All blood, ali life, from the disastrous grape! In. God, in mercy, there is no escape, No anchor for distress. The hour strikes mournfully upon the bell…
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…bove the victor’s glories In the trumpets and the drums, And the cry of millions “ Master !”’ Looms the shadow of disaster. Every hour a man hath said ‘‘That at least is scotched and dead.” Some one circumstance: “At last That, and its effects, are past.” Some one terror—subtle foe !— “‘T have laid that spectre low!” They know not, learn not, cannot calculate How subtly Fate Weaves its fine mesh, perceiving how to wait, Or how accumulate
1901 · PDF PAGE 58
…eek her bloody fate, whose violence Even now makes the abyss of wrath divine Boil in the deep. Thou mayest be that great Osiris, bidding man’s high soul be free, Justified in its own higher self, made pure And perfect in its own eyes, being a god. Destroy this priestcraft. We are priests indeed,