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… Yea! he must die with horror in his ears, Hate in his heart. The mischief must endure. He hath expiated naught by death. His tears, His thoughts, these strike nor stay her not, be sure! She is Madness, and a fury; though were gone All life to war, she would scream on—scream on. 50
…ed At the buffet of the wind On its cheek all wrinkle-lined. Ah ! thou Lord God ! thus thrice I made thy sacrifice. Still thou art dumb, Though I am duly come
…, and my power The absolute. My child, gird on thy strength ; Clothe limbs with lustiness, and mind with might, That, communing with me, though for an hour, Thou mayest conquer when day comes at length.” 20
James Elroy Flecker . OAK AND OLIVE . THOUGH I was born a Londoner , And bred in Gloucestershire , I walked in Hellas years ago With friends in white attire : And I remember how my soul Drank wine as pure as fire. And when I stand by Charing Cross I can forget to hear The crash of all the smoking wheels , When those cold flutes and clear Pipe with such fury down the street , My hands grow moist with fear . And there 's a hall in Bloomsbury No more I dare to tread , For all the stone men shout at me , And swear they are not dead ; And once I tou…
THE DREAM CIRCEAN “The room, though exquisitely decorated, was entirely bare of furniture, unless one could dignify by that name a heap of dirty straw in one corner, by which stood a flattish wooden bowl, half full of what looked like a crust of bread mashed into pulp with water. “ Half turned away from me stood the owner of the harsh voice and soul abominable. It wasa woman of perhaps sixty years of age, the head of an angel—so regular were the features, so silver-white the hair—set upon the deformed body of a dwarf. Hairy hands and twisted ar…
THE DREAM CIRCEAN “The room, though exquisitely decorated, was entirely bare of furniture, unless one could dignify by that name a heap of dirty straw in one corner, by which stood a flattish wooden bowl, half full of what looked like a crust of bread mashed into pulp with water. “ Half turned away from me stood the owner of the harsh voice and soul abominable. It wasa woman of perhaps sixty years of age, the head of an angel—so regular were the features, so silver-white the hair—set upon the deformed body of a dwarf. Hairy hands and twisted ar…
… “When the mind of the Yogi is absorbed in the Great God,{ then the fulness of Samadhi t is attained, then the Yogi gets steadfastness.§ Though Frater P. had not attained to this Steadfastness, he had won a decisive victory over the lower states of Dhyana as far back as October 1901, which shows that though he was still distant he was by degrees nearing a state in which he would find no more Worlds to Conquer. However, up to this point, there are several results to record, which are of extreme importance to the beginner, in so much that some of…
… “When the mind of the Yogi is absorbed in the Great God,{ then the fulness of Samadhi t is attained, then the Yogi gets steadfastness.§ Though Frater P. had not attained to this Steadfastness, he had won a decisive victory over the lower states of Dhyana as far back as October 1901, which shows that though he was still distant he was by degrees nearing a state in which he would find no more Worlds to Conquer. However, up to this point, there are several results to record, which are of extreme importance to the beginner, in so much that some of…
…the cradle of the babe. Glory unto thee, who art twined about the world as the vine that clingeth to the bare body of a bacchanal. Also, though I be planted so firmly upon the earth, yet is my blood wine and my breath fire of madness. With these wings, though they be but little, I lift myself above the crown of the yod, and being without fins I yet swim in the inviolate fountain. I disport myself in the ruins of Eden, even as Leviathan in the false sea, being whole as the rose at the crown of the cross. Come ye unto me, my children, and be glad…
…nd down the spine, striking as it were upon thyself that art coiled at the base as a serpent. Let this be exceeding slow and subtle; and though it be accom- panied with pleasure, resist; and though it be accompanied with pain, resist. 10. This shalt thou continue until thou art exhausted, never relaxing the control. Until thou canst perforai this one section 9 during a whole hour, proceed not. And withdraw from the médi¬ tation by an act of will, passing into a gentle Pranayama without Kumbhakham, and meditating on Harpocrates, the silent and v…
…r as a fountain, that trembles With wind, is arisen, and hides The light of your love, and dissembles The roar of the passionate tides ; Though a flickering flame it resembles, love is, and abides. 49
…e his archer skill. All night he sits, with ardour strange And hope new-fledged. A gambler born Aye thinks the luck one day must change, Though sense and skill he laughs to scorn. So now there rush a thousand rats In sable silence on the corn. They sport their square or shovel hats, A squeaking, tooth-bare brotherhood, Innumerable as summer gnats 43
…e his archer skill. All night he sits, with ardour strange And hope new-fledged. A gambler born Aye thinks the luck one day must change, Though sense and skill he laughs to scorn. So now there rush a thousand rats In sable silence on the corn. They sport their square or shovel hats, A squeaking, tooth-bare brotherhood, Innumerable as summer gnats 43
…sed by the way in which she rose to the crisis; her practical good sense, her memory of those details that are so important in business, though the male temperament regards them as a necessary. nuisance. These are the things that one needs in an official muddle. “You don’t know any Italian at all?” asked the consul. ; “Only a few words,” she admitted, “ though, of course, Sir Peter’s knowledge of French and Latin help him to make sense out of the newspapers.” “Well,” said the consul, rising languidly, “as it happens, that’s just the point at is…
THE SWORD OF SONG IV dared to voice in bald language what Shelley sang in words of surpassing beauty : for of course the thought in one or two passages of this poem is practically identical with that in certain parts of “Queen Mab” and “Prome- theus unbound.” But the very beauty of these poems (especially the latter) is its weakness : it is possible that the mind of the reader, lost in the sensuous, nay ! even in the moral beauty of the words, m ay fail to be impressed by their most important meaning. Shelley himself recognised this later: henc…
… Holy Guar- dian Angel. All this meant a great deal of work and trouble, and much new experience gained, but was on the whole a failure, though a Step on the Path. During this retirement he cut a Wand, as a Symbol not of his will but of the Will of Adonai in him. It would be hardly right to say that this Magical Retirement produced no results, though it may not have produced the One Desired Result. By the time a man has made 671 entries in his Magical Record (as Frater V.1.O. did during those six weeks) and each of those entries has a direct be…
…nd the land, And the growth sublime Of worlds—I invoke ye! Come forth, ye centuries! Come to the rhyme! THE CENTURIES How hardly a man , Though his strength were as a spring’s Shall stretch out his span To the width of my wings! The years are enfolden In my bosom golden, My periods Are the hours of the Gods. They have their plan In my seasons; all things Are woven in the span — Of the spread of my wings. My brazen gates cleft By shafts shed of time, Are ruined and left As the Gods sing their rhyme. 88
…e impotence of human prayer, Choke hope, sting all but Love ; and never care If man or flower or sparrow perisheth. Thee, I invoke thee, though no mercy move Thy heart ! No power is to thy hate assigned On love (sing, poets ! shrill, Pandean reeds !). But me, look on me, how my bosom bleeds— Invoke new power of cruelty ; be kind, And ask authority to quench my love ! I
…ste the Goodly Gift of Grace. —Now ’tis the chronicler that saith: Our Saviour grant in little space That also I, even I, be blest Thus, though so evil is my case— Let them that read my rime attest The same sweet unction in my pen— That writes in pure blood of my breast; For that I figure unto men The story of my proper quest As thine, first Eastern in the West, Sir Palamede the Saracen ! 113
… crown; it is above the stars. Behold the glow and the blush thereof! Upon thy cheek is the breeze that stirs those plumes of truth. For though I am the Angel of the fourteenth key, Iam also the Angel of the eighth key. And from the love of these two have I come, who am the warden of Popé and the servant of them that dwell therein. Though all crowns fall, mine shall IV e 49