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Richard Buxton . A MEMORY. u CORSE and the curving grass and the sun -heavy a ir were around us : All the world was asleep ; you and I were awake. Slowly the children crept to rest in the shadowy bushes, Slowly still the sun rose in the vacuous sky. Earth and air and our souls were faint in the heat of the noonday ; Slower and yet more slow moved your hand in my hair . Time stood still and the sun had paused his path in the heavens , Not a breath in the air ruffled the leaves of the bush . Even our hearts were still and the restless swarm of ou…
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… we speak . Half believing old pretences , Fearing censure from the wise , Down we bow 'fore what our senses Tells us are inanities. The sun's out: damn their teaching The sun 's out : damn all preaching We are wise , but we will prove We are not too wise to love. Teachers , when you've often said it, You believe much foolishness : Preachers, do you really credit All you tell of happiness ? Poor old men , whose brains ' abortions Seems such lovely children : fools ! Twisters of the world 's proportions , Bad old pedants of the schools . The sun…
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John Alford . Lo, when it shall happen that I am like to die , I shall take me to the top of a mighty mountain at the time of the low sun, And I shall look across the valleys that I have known And shall see the hills that are against me bathed in gold light. And I shall be glad of life, and that the time has come when I may know her whom I have so long desired . And when the sun is no more , my body shall be blown to the four corners of the earth . But I shall be free to mingle with her whom I love . I shall be one for ever with the uttermost p…
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…e the cruel wood . I am alone to kiss the silver lips ; I rend my clothing for the temple 's veil ; My heart 's black night must act the sun 's eclipse ; My groans must play the earthquake , till I quail At my own dark imagining . And now The wind is bitterer ; the air breeds snow ; I put my Christ away ; I turn my brow Towards the south steadfastly : my feet must go Some journey of despair . I dare not turn To meet the sun ; I will not follow him ; Better to pass where sand and sulphur burn , And days are hazed with heat , and nights are dim W…
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…ms. And the little owl in the willow , So passionless, still, we seem , As little fears our passing As he fears the passing stream . The sun has charmed our hearts , Our sense , to tranquility Quiet as weeds in the river Or the little owl in the tree . LA VECCHIA . ( To Walter Sickert , for his drawing .) THINK that that sad look of yours to - day 1 That dreamy gazing at the distances , Which keeps you standing rapt and motionless In that near present of the far away , Is full of memories and interplay Of thoughts of many days of happiness When…
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…Reaches of space from star to star , And I had flung my sight Beyond all barrier of the azure haze , The garment of the days , Which the sun weaves of shattered light and air The sun deceives , Darkness alone all secrets doth declare . Not when the heart is glad and swells with loud Paean of youth , Or triumph of maturer years , Can it draw near to knowledge . Tears And sorrow , sorrow , are the soul of truth . Not because all is sadness Inevitably : the joys that do obscure Are no less real Than sorrows which reveal ; But joy the spendthrift r…
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…ine , Inviting me and love -- to death . You , whom I kept a sacred shrine, Will Aling the portals to the day ; Where shone the moon the sun shall shine, Silver in scarlet melt away . There is yet a pang ; they gave me this Who can ; and you who could have failed ? Is it too late to extend the kiss ? Too late the goddess be unveiled ? O but the generous flower that gives Her kisses to the violent sun , Yet none the less in ardour lives An hour , and then her day is done . Back from my lips, back from my breast ! I hold you as I always will, You…
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…tless listening forests tales Of far - off mountains , and the pathless sea Where footsteps live only in the dreams of men . At dawn the sun called forth the hosts of leaves Marshalled to hail him in bright green and gold , Paling before him in the light of noon , Rich - clad in evening , as though each still leaf Spoke strange dreams to the sky and setting sun In speech to men and beasts inscrutable . Then night , hushing the day , brought them to sleep , And , haunted , woke the phantoms of still shapes Tossing their muted shadows ' gainst th…
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…ced by sleep . PRE - EXISTENCE . I LAID me down upon the shore And dreamed a little space ; I heard the great waves break and roar , The sun was on my face .
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…est their pride too soon dissolve , Buckle them with a belt of gold . O sprawling domes, 0 tottering towers, O frail steel tissue of the sun What ! Have ye numbered all your hours And is your empire all foredone ? ON AN AMORPHOUS BLUE VASE , WITH FLOWERS , ETC ., ON IT . A PORCELAIN sky And even the winds are blue with thunder ; And the high shadows nerve themselves in wonder Whether they float or fly . What sea - swept star , What planet , torn but insolent , Has built those moonlight sunflowers dominant O' er waste worlds wide and far ? 105
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Aleister Crowley . Flames on my front the fiery star , About me and around . Pillared , the sacred sun , afar , Six symphonies of sound ; Flames , as the Gods themselves that are : Flames , in the abyss profound . The spread arms drop like thunder ! So Rings out the lordlier cry , Vibrating through the streams that flow In ether to the sky , The moving archipelago , Stars in their seigneury . Thine be the kingdom ! Thine the power ! The glory triply thine ! Thine through Eternity 's swift hour , Eternity , thy shrine Yea , by the holy lotos - f…
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…kers and sways With snap of life grown tenser ; half - beasts rove About the sky : even your coldness thaws To eagerness beneath the hot sun 's laws . 20
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Frances Cornford . I only know the sun shone down As still it shines to -day, And in my fingers long and brown The little pebbles lay . IN DORSET. CROM muddy road to muddy lane I I plodded through the falling rain : For miles and miles was nothing there But mist and mud , and hedges bare . At length approaching I espied Two gypsy women side by side, They turned their faces hard and bold And brown and freshened by the cold , And stared at me in gypsy wise With shrewd , unfriendly , savage eyes. No word they said , no more dared I , And so we pas…
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…Light is extended . I and Thou Are as they had not been . So on my head the light is one, Unity manifest ; A star more splendid than the sun Burns, for my crowned crest : Burns as the murmuring orison Of waters in the west. What angel from the silver gate Flames to my fierier face ? What angel, as I contemplate The unsubstantial space , Move with my lips the laws of Fate That bind earth 's carapace ? No angel, but the very light And fire and spirit of Her, Unmitigated , eremite , The unmanifested myrrh , Ocean , and night that is not night, The…
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Norman Davey . " Oh ! the putrid , poison - stenches from the blistered , blood - stained benches , As the sun - ray warps and wrenches where the rotting planks recede ; And , where gaping wide each notch is, swiftly through the silent watches In unsightly purple blotches creeps the cold Sargasso weed . “ Oh ! the everlasting screaming of the carrion sea birds teeming Round about the wreckage - gleaming in the sunset galaxy ; Wheeling out in noisy batches from the crazy , gaping hatches Over all the seed - weed patches staining the Sargasso Sea…
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…ion , or man 's deadly wife Desire , the suicide ! Before me dwells the Holy One Anointed Beauty 's King ; Behind me , mightier than the Sun , To whom the cherubs sing , A strong archangel , known of none , Comes crowned and conquering . An angel stands on my right hand With strength of ocean 's wrath ; Upon my left the fiery brand , Charioted fire , smites forth ; Four great archangels to withstand The furies of the path .
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…e may not dissever all our shattered decks impede Staring skulls that shine and shimmer : ghastly skeletons that glimmer, As the western sun sinks dimmer in the rank Sargasso weed . “ Lying in a grave unlettered , wailing what ye have not yet heard ; Wrecked and rotting, foul and fettered ; we who once were fair and free ; Hope was long ago discarded : all our crews and captains are dead Sepulchred and see - weed guarded in the dark Sargasso Sea .
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… , unnumbered ships - enmeshed while sailors slumbered Glide in dripping weed encumbered to that magic, tragic main : While from out the sunset sheening , sounds a song of bitter meaning , Waking all the intervening oceans with its sad refrain . As your gallant ships go sailing - blocks acreaking , log atrailing , Can 't you hear us wailing , wailing ? Will you never , never heed Us , who lie with mate and man dead - sailless , rudderless and stranded Ever firmly , foully banded , bound with bleak Sargasso weed ? " Flound ' ring in a foetid oce…
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…. But the dim process of the years , Hidden behind my impulses , Distilled an antidote for fears Sweeter than honey of upland bees . The sun that went yet still returned Nor ever faltered on his race , The moon that on her errand burned And stars a- dance in the halls of space . The plant that flowered and yearly fell , All things that went and came in dust , River and sea , contrived a spell To choke the strength of pain and lust . Till memory rounded life to a whole , And fear expanding grew to awe , And in a universal soul I dreamed a univer…
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…must endure . Even as one Of his own beasts he must become Dull - eyed , dark - featured , patient , dumb ; Strong simple servant of the sun . For him the music of the wood In May on heedless ears must fall ; On sightless eyes the carnival Of summer over field and flood . But when love comes ! Ah, when love comes , For him no fetters bid him stay , No thorns of thought counsel delay When pulses beat like battle drums . For him it is the cry , the call Of the great mother , merciless : O Love ! untamed arbitress , Full - blooded , pulsing , virg…