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Page 12 of 1201905 · PDF PAGE 178
…as a ghost swift faded, Steals dawn, and so sunset may see How her long long locks deep-braided Fall down to her breast and her knee. So night and so sunrise discover No light and no darkness to heed. Night is above her, and brings her no lover ; And day, but no deed. Such a sense is up and within me, A tongue as of mystical fire ! Love, beauty, and holiness win me To the end of the great desire, Where I cease from the thirst and the labour, As the land that no ploughman tills Lest the robber his neighbour unloosen the sabre From holds in the h…
1898 · PDF PAGE 60
54 ALL NIGHT Too often or too hard ; fresh fire invades Our furious veins, and the unquiet shades Of night make noises in the darkened room. Yet, did I raise my head, throughout the gloom I might behold thine eyes as red as fire, A tigress maddened with supreme desire. White arms that clasp me, fervent breast that glides An eager snake, about my breast and sides, And white teeth keen to bite, red tongue that tires, And lips ensanguine with unfed desires, Hot breath and hands, dishevelled hair and head, Thy fevered mouth like snakes’ mouths crim…
1919 · PDF PAGE 101
…passed beyond the bars of the prison that the old Slime of Khem set up in the Gates of Amennti. 45. O my adorable, my delicious one, all night will I pour out the libation on Thine altars; all night will I burn the sac- rifice of blood; all night will I swing the thurible of my de- light before Thee, and the fervour of the orisons shall in- toxicate Thy nostrils. 46. O Thou who camest from the land of the Elephant, girt about with the tiger’s pell, and garlanded with the lotus of the spirit, do Thou inebriate my life with Thy madness, that She …
1902 · PDF PAGE 142
… " ; and yet it is not " I " Distinct, but " I " incorporate in All. I am, the Resurrection and the Life ! The Work is finished, and the Night rolled back ! I am the Rising Sun of Life and Light, The Glory of the Shining of the Dawn ! I am Osiris ! I the Lord of Life Triumphant over death. — O Sorrow, Sorrow, Sorrow of the World ! Heinrich. This was my friend. Deep night descends, perfused With unsubstantial glory from beyond. 140
1914 · PDF PAGE 27
…ture hangs A haze of grey to eastward woven, ‘A haze that only by the pangs Of the dawn’s birth may yet be cloven1 Ah, love! and may the night discede? ‘The dawn that wakes us warn us? Nay! The lyre is lively as the reed, ‘The night less loyal than the day. ‘These dunes, these stars, these holy trees ‘That sentinel our sleep, the moan Of the tired sea, the birds, the breeze, ‘The moon, all these things are our own, ‘We made them for our love ! our home, Our palace of eternal rest — Here, by the starlight and the foam, Fold me, a flower, to your…
1899 · PDF PAGE 224
202 MYSTERIES: Fragrant blooms of fruitless kisses, Clear and sweet as the stars of night; In our Eden no serpent hisses; Time and the gods have lost their spite; Sleep descends with her tender might; Love goes down into sleep’s abysses, Lapped in its waves of moving light.
1922 · PDF PAGE 372
…ng romp with Dionysus. Oh, wise dear Sister Athena! Was it by chance that you chose that sturdy sunlight imp to lead us up the hill that night ? Did you suspect that our hearts would see in him a symbol of our own serene and splendid hope? We looked into each other’s eyes as we held his hands on the last steep winding path among the olives, and we did not speak. But an electric flame ran through his tiny body from one to the other, and we knew for the first time what huge happiness lay in ambush for our love. The silence of dinner shone with si…
1905 · PDF PAGE 130
…e last time for a sail in vain, And looking upward not in vain, lay down And died, to pass where cold and any pain Are not. So still the night is, like the crown Most white of the high God that glittereth ! The stars surround the moon, and Nereids drown Their rippled tresses in her golden breath. Let us keep watch, my true love, caught at last Between my hands, and not remember death. Only bethink us of the daylight past, The Jong chase oversea, the storm, the speed Whereby we ran before the leaping blast, And left the swift pursuers at our nee…
1905 · PDF PAGE 10
…ened with a kiss, Bid me a joyous welcome there, I wis. My home is on the brink of heaven’s delight, But for that endless day a lovelier night Is in my home, that sunset’s arms enfold, Lit with the mellowness of autumn gold. . . . . . . Pillowed on linen of the purest white, Half-hidden by her locks’ luxurious night, Maddened by those soft eyes of melting glow, Enamoured of that breast of breathing snow, Caught in the meshes of her fine-spun hair, Rocked by the beating of her bosom fair, Held by her lips too tempting and too warm, Bewitched by …
1907 · PDF PAGE 249
244 INDEX OF FIRST LINES ‘* Listen to the Jataka!’’ said the Buddha, li, 225 Lo! in the interstellar space of night, ill, 155 Long days and nights succeeded in despair, i. 16 Look how it leaps towards the leaper’s curl, lil, 119 Love comes to flit, a spark of steel, ill. 113 Lured by the loud big-breasted courtesan, ii. 36 Lust, impotence,-and knowledge of thy soul, i, 116 MAKE me a roseleaf with your mouth, ili. 4 Man’s days are dim, his deeds are dust, i. 8 Mary, Mary, subtle and softly breathing, iii. 61 May I who know so bitterly the tedium…
1899 · PDF PAGE 32
…CHAIS Of perfect love ; the sin that seeks its home In lights and longings frailer than the foam ; The sin that loves the hollows of the night, The sin that fears ; the sin that hates the light ; The sin that looks with wistful eyes ; the sin That trembles on the olive of the skin ; The sin that slumbers ; these divide the day And all the darkness, and deceive, and slay. And these regather in the womb of hell To marry and increase, and by the spell Of their own wickedness discover sin Unguessed at, but slow treason creeping in, To spread corrup…
1903 · PDF PAGE 29
There is the night: unseen I stand And look to seaward still : We would not look upon the land Again, had I my will. The ship is trim: to sea! to sea! Take life in either hand, Crush out its wine for you and me, And drink, and understand! 27
1913 · PDF PAGE 191
…ndon train , Gazing at silent wall and lamp And post and rail and platform damp , What is this power that comes to my sight That I see a night without the night, That I see them clear , yet look them through The silvery things and the darkly blue, That the solid wall seems soft as death , A wavering and unanchored wraith , And rails that shine and stones that stream Unsubstantial as a dream ? What sudden door has opened so, What hand has passed , that I should know This moving vision not of trance That melts the globe of circumstance, This sigh…
1899 · PDF PAGE 227
LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 205 The wild night through in the devouring storm, Glistens with dew made sharp and bright with cold, — And no north wind may drive us to the warm Long-looked-for lands where day, with plumes of gold, Flaps like a lazy eagle in the air, Where night, a bird of prey divinely bold, Wings through the sky, intangible but fair, And pale with subtle passion ; and no wind Turns our prow southward, till the canvas bear No more up into it, but still behind Follow like flame, and lead our love along Into the valleys of the ocean, bli…
1919 · PDF PAGE 196
THE EQUINOX brethren, seeing the Sun disappear at night and rise again in the morning, based all their religious ideas in this one con- ception of a Dying and Re-arisen God. This is the central idea of the religion of the Old Zon, but we have left it be- hind us because although it seemed to be based on Nature (and Nature’s symbols are always true), yet we have out- grown this idea which is only apparently true in Nature. Since this great Ritual of Sacrifice and Death was conceived and perpetuated, we, through the observation of our men of scie…
1905 · PDF PAGE 179
… Mingling our proper period. The agony is passed: behold How shape and light are born again ; How emefald and starry gold Burn in the midnight ; how the pain Of our incredible marriage-fold And bed of birthless travail wane ; And how our molten limbs divide, And self and self again abide. The agony of extreme joy, And horror of the infinite blind Passions that sear us and destroy, Rebuilding for the deathless mind A deathless body, whose alloy Is gold and fire, whose passions find The tears of their caress a dew, Fiery, to make creation new. Th…
1906 · PDF PAGE 43
…lled ears what Voice rings the decree ? ‘“*For thee the women burn: the wine is cool: For thee the fresco and the fruit—thou fool ! This night thy soul shall be required of thee.!” THE HOUSE. A NIGHTMARE.! Written at Anuradhapura. I must be ready for my friend to-night. So, such pale flowers as winter bears bedeck The old oak walls: the wood-fire’s cheerful light . Flashes upon the fire-dogs silver-bright. Wood? why, the jetsam of yon broken wreck Where the white sea runs o’er the sandy neck That joins my island to the land when tides Run low. …
1913 · PDF PAGE 198
THE EQUINOX The old brown mellow houses grow mellower in the nightfall ; A ccharméd air is about them of the keen old days that are dead. Oh, hushed is the song of the morning, hushed in the tremu- lous light-fall, For the light is fading slowly now, and all the legends are said, And all the glamour is fled. Here in the soft grey twilight the mournful evening lingers Upon the road to dream and sleep and all the things that are past ; Here in the shadowy night-fall, with slow reluctant fingers, The poet touches the silent strings, and falls into…
1913 · PDF PAGE 198
THE EQUINOX The old brown mellow houses grow mellower in the nightfall ; A ccharméd air is about them of the keen old days that are dead. Oh, hushed is the song of the morning, hushed in the tremu- lous light-fall, For the light is fading slowly now, and all the legends are said, And all the glamour is fled. Here in the soft grey twilight the mournful evening lingers Upon the road to dream and sleep and all the things that are past ; Here in the shadowy night-fall, with slow reluctant fingers, The poet touches the silent strings, and falls into…
1905 · PDF PAGE 157
I52 THE EARL’S QUEST Or (Still more terrible !) the lost dread ode That used to all the dead knights to their chief To the lone waters from the shadowy road. So deemed the weary Earl of the wind’s grief, And seemed to see about him form by form Like mighty wrecks, wave-shattered on a reef, Moulded and mastered by the shapeless storm A thousand figures of himself the mist Enlarged, distorted : yet without a qualm (So miserable was he) he mounted the last twist Of the path’s hate, and faced the wind, and saw The lead gleam to a surly amethyst As …