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… Things ; Let every kiss Melt on my lips to flame, fling back the gates of Dis ! XXII. Give me a master ! Not some learned priest Who by long toil and anguish has devised A train of mysteries, but some despised Young king of men, whose spirit is released From all the weariness, whose lips are prized By men not much— Ah ! let them only once grow warm, my lips to touch. 2 2
… house to sup. They ate, passed round the full forbidden cup, Till, in an interval of dance and song, Hassan forgot his manners—loud and long. Struck with confusion, forth he fares, takes ship To utmost Ind and far-off Serendip. Full forty years he there abides: at last, Rich and respected, he contemns the past :— ‘* If I declare myself, there ’s hope, I wot, Hassan ’s remembered, and his fault forgot !—” Determines to revisit home. Sweet airs Accomplishing the voyage, he repairs Unto the barber. ‘‘Tell me of the state! Haroun still holds the r…
…e better than nothing. And then, if you please, the beast pulled a review with a blue cover out of a revolving bookcase and read aloud a long poem. His intonation was so dramatic, he gave so vivid a picture that we sat spell-bound. It seemed as if he had long pincers twistedin our entrails, and were wrenching at them. He gave me the verses: when he had finished. ‘““You ought to paste these,” he said, ‘ ‘in your Magical Diary.” So I have. I hardly know why. There’s a sort of pleasure in torturing oneself. Is that it ?
…th to die still -voiced as the daughter of Dis, whose ghostly fingers sinking clutch the frozen reeds of that slough in which she had so long wallowed . Long have we peered , crouching on the watch-tower of our minds , through the darkness of ignorance lit alone by the northern lights of folly , till our scorched eyes falling as slags upon our hearts , a light celestial hath arisen from out the eyeless sockets of Eternity . A day - star , to flash forth into the west , winged and wonderful . A Pharos of gleaming hope lighting our way across the…
…he violet guessed, By some slow dream that thrilled her gentle breast, That some sweet thing might come to her ; she thought Through the long days of how her dream was wrought : 37
BOUCHES D’ENFER OOK how it leaps towards the leaper’s curl Of vivid ecstasy, life loosed at last From the long-held leash! The headlong, hot-mouthed girl Upon her sister like a star is cast, Pallid with death-in-life achieved. O force Of murder animal in the dead embrace! The implacable ardour, unavenged remorse For time’s insulting loss, quickens the pace Unto its prey that gathers, like a storm Shrouding invisibly the crater’s rim Whence fury yet shall wake, and fire inform The inane basalt and coruscations dim Of smouldering infamy. Bow down…
…o wait . I knew His weakness called me to be strong ; I knew that I must travel where He trod ; And that , although the path be hard and long , His eyes would pierce me yet , alive with song . It has been so: and never did I doubt His word that lakeside morning by the fire ; First battle ; then the song of them that shout ! Go quickly , lad ; they come to lead me out . 99
84 MYSTERIES: A whole long life of love. Leap high, laugh low ! I love you—so !— One kiss—and then to freedom! See the bay So far away, But not too far for love! Ring out, sharp hoof, And put to proof The skill of him that steeled thee! Freedom! Set As never yet Thy straining sides for freedom! Gallant mare! The frosty air Kindles the blood within us as we race. O love! Thy face Flames with the passion of our happy speed! The noble steed Pashes the first gold limit of the sand. Ah love, thy hand! We win, no foot pursuing spans the brow! Yes, ki…
…There he found her , he , a man , Wandering by the sea , And desire through him ran Misty white was she . There he wooed her , wooed her long , Till , within her eyes , Where were erst moonshine and song , Dawned in slow surprise 158
…ligious repute are apt to pour forth floods of filth which would disgust the coarsest harridans of slum-land! This is the final fact: so long as our life is bound to that of the animal and vegetable worlds, so that we are bondslaves born to their quite ineradicable habits, so long are we dragged back from every flight of fancy or imagination such as would break the chains that anchor us to mud. The most far-seeing of our prophetically minded writers, Aldous Huxley, brands this black fact upon our foreheads. The first condition of a "Brave New W…
External Religion betrayeth man to Fate. 49 gentleman’s pin is long and thin ” ; yet he appears to share the prejudice, probably from personal rea- sons. 4. Hatim Tai. The Hercules of Persia, though his feasts are more famous than his feats or his sta- ture. But here the bulk is clearly the important thing. 5. Hunchback — not merely an unfortunate, but a bad man. Witness “ Expect 42 ills from the cripple, and 80 from the one-eyed man ; but when the hunchback arrives, say Allah help us ! ” 6. Bukhti is the two-humped camel of Bac- tria. Ali is t…
…looked at with the figure vertical instead of horizontal, it meant something. I was seized with a spasm of creative energy and all night long I splashed the central canvas with paint. When she took the pose I had asked her, "What shall I call the picture; what shall I paint you as?" She had said, "Paint me as a dead soul." My screen is called Dead Souls. She stood central, her head the keystone of the arch of monsters. Her face is ghastly green. Her fleshless body lustreless, white and grey-blue shadows beneath the ribs. On the left-hand panel …
104 MYSTERIES : PERCY. I cannot think at home. VAUGHAN. Why think, if thinking makes you sad? | PERCY. That I may write. I have not long to live, and I must write, write always. FRIEND [aside to Vaughan). Ii me semble qu’il a faim. PERCY. I am hungry for a little love, a little pity. To-night you have shown me your soul, and I am not hungry any more. VAUGHAN. | But, boy, you are starving physically. Come home with me and have some dinner. Only my daughter will be there. PERCY, You are very kind. Thank you. FRIEND [aside]. He is a gentleman. VAU…
… a use for everything, nothing is destroyed—believe so, anyhow! — FRIEND. What about this dinner of yours, Vaughan? Esmé will think us a long while gone. VAUGHAN. Hansom ! | : [Exeunt.
Also the taste of dust long dead Of ancient queens corrupt and fair Struck through the temple, subtly sped By demons dominant of the air. Last, on the flesh there came a touch Like sucking mouths and stroking hands That laid their foul alluring smutch Even to the blood’s mad sarabands. So did the neophyte that would gaze Into dead Pharaoh’s awful eyes Start from incalculable amaze To clutch the initiate’s place and prize. He bore the blistering thought aloft: It blazed in battle on his plume: With sage and warrior enfeoffed, He rushed alone thr…
…ocean . Echoing , Faintly amid their unseen hollows ring The bells of sheep that muster to their fold . Beneath the rampart of the low , long range Green Sussex sleeps , nor fears that Time or Change Shall mar the music of her hill and lea ; Secure that nothing ever shall estrange Her children 's love , eternal as the sea That crowns her infinite serenity . 170
… firmly convinced of being the cover of the lost coffin, I found it better to agree with him. And soon he fell into the trap. Hiding the longing after my box and its contents, the doll and the skull and the mighty books, I spoke to him as if com- pletely unconcerned about the loss, and unrolled a scheme for civilising the natives. He told me of a little hut under the canopy, where my two wives were waiting for my arrival, as soon as I could get up and walk there. He did not expect me to do so before a long while, but he was wrong. Withacautious…
… firmly convinced of being the cover of the lost coffin, I found it better to agree with him. And soon he fell into the trap. Hiding the longing after my box and its contents, the doll and the skull and the mighty books, I spoke to him as if com- pletely unconcerned about the loss, and unrolled a scheme for civilising the natives. He told me of a little hut under the canopy, where my two wives were waiting for my arrival, as soon as I could get up and walk there. He did not expect me to do so before a long while, but he was wrong. Withacautious…
… prophecy is well fulfilled. MEDEA. Ay me! “Until the king shall die and live again.” ALCESTIS. What means that? MEDEA, I have meditated long. SECOND DANAID. To what sad end? MEDEA. At the full end I see Allusion to my magic—to that spell Whereby an old man may renew his youth. ALCESTIS. Our father! MEDEA. You have guessed aright, my child. Your father must abandon his old age And—by my magic—find sweet youth again!
LAGE D’AIRAIN RESH in the savage vigour of the time, The golden youth stands in the golden prime, Erect, acute, astrain. We look and long For those bronze lips to blossom into song. He is silent. We reflect. Ourselves grown old Yearn somewhat toward that sensuous glow of gold. All this is folly. Rodin made him so, Evoked the strength, the goodliness, the glow. The form is little: in the mind there dwells Force to avail the childish heart that swells With aught that is. The golden prime is past— Aye! but a nobler gain is ours at last Who see man…