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…rs, passion-crowned ! Death your holiest sacrament, Life mere garlands that you wound Laughing on your brows, and rent ! Fare ye well, O world-renowned ! Enter into great content !
…k-leaves, gold as the god On the shimmering sea calling the winds to rest. Light, light be the earth upon thee, and below, Breath of the world unborn, long wave of song! Hail unto thee, and hail unto the star That bore thee! Hail! and hail! and hail! and hail Hail! For the word is spoken, and the light Is fallen, and the Rose is mine, is mine! The Rose is mine! O Rose! O secret Rose! XVI THE SILVER CRESCENT In the little cleft of the rocks whence life first sprang To birth, by the secret, shadowy, molten sea, Where Aphrodite sprang to greet the…
…k-leaves, gold as the god On the shimmering sea calling the winds to rest. Light, light be the earth upon thee, and below, Breath of the world unborn, long wave of song! Hail unto thee, and hail unto the star That bore thee! Hail! and hail! and hail! and hail Hail! For the word is spoken, and the light Is fallen, and the Rose is mine, is mine! The Rose is mine! O Rose! O secret Rose! XVI THE SILVER CRESCENT In the little cleft of the rocks whence life first sprang To birth, by the secret, shadowy, molten sea, Where Aphrodite sprang to greet the…
… Of flaming gold is flung back from thy throne! I stand unarmed before thee, and alone, Bearing the fallen mantle of a star; Rose of the world! Istar! Istar! Istar! XV THE BLUE CIRCLE For all the blue heart of the shifting summer, And all the grace of green, the fire of spring Grown olden in the world of space and time— Let the twin worlds rejoice! The sacrilege Of the mystery is unveiled ; there is no word Uttered within the bosom of the spring. But the hornéd satyrs under the beechen boughs Still linger, as the hour of triumph grows In the Ra…
… Of flaming gold is flung back from thy throne! I stand unarmed before thee, and alone, Bearing the fallen mantle of a star; Rose of the world! Istar! Istar! Istar! XV THE BLUE CIRCLE For all the blue heart of the shifting summer, And all the grace of green, the fire of spring Grown olden in the world of space and time— Let the twin worlds rejoice! The sacrilege Of the mystery is unveiled ; there is no word Uttered within the bosom of the spring. But the hornéd satyrs under the beechen boughs Still linger, as the hour of triumph grows In the Ra…
…less moss Suddenly broke in passionate primroses ! Venus. Violets, violets ! Tannhauser. Or as if a man Lay in the fairest garden of the world, In the beginning : and grew suddenly A living soul at that caressing wind ! Venus. A living soul ! Tannhauser. So is Thy shade to me When sleep takes shape. 43
…es Her body’s thirst of love. This night no dewfall from the blue !— Unless my Alice be the dew. This night—O never dawn shall crest The world of wakening, Because my lover has my breast On hers for dawn and spring. This night shall never be withdrawn— Unless my Alice be the dawn. 47
I36 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. PUBLIUS Death was duty’s one divorcement. AGRIPPA Pooh ! The stern old Roman ! Fudge ! Even Horatio would budge. Kill that Jew, men ! A SOLDIER Heard and done. ISSA It is finished ! PUBLIUS Ill begun When the Roman virtue sleeps ! AGRIPPA Death, man ! See the tide that sweeps From his side, a pinkish flood Of foaming water mixed with blood. It swells; it washes all the hill —
… hither unto me! For I am lost in the night of infinite pain: no hope: no God: no resurrection: no end: I fall: I fear. O Saviour of the World, bruise Thou my Head with Thy foot to save the world, that once again I touch Him whom I slew, that in my death I feel the radiance and the heat of the moving of Thy Robes! Let us alone! What have we to do with Thee, Thou Jesus of Nazareth? Go! Go! If I keep silence—Or if I speak each word is anguish without hope. And I heard the Aethyr cry aloud “Return! Return! Return! For the work is ended; and the Bo…
…he key of blue . . . the threefold destiny, Is not for thee, nor ever shall be thine ! The lust of joy incarnate! Incarnate youth Of the world! Alack! No longer art thou King Of the Underworld; no more thy road is peace, For not by longing nor by wonderment Shalt thou gain the drooping west, the starless place, The sun-shot centre of the folden stars, The palace of the cloudy Underworld. Oh! in the key of blue my lyre is tuned To the threefold mystery. O wandering stars! O lonely lights! The mysteries of time Fade and grow pale before the etern…
…he key of blue . . . the threefold destiny, Is not for thee, nor ever shall be thine ! The lust of joy incarnate! Incarnate youth Of the world! Alack! No longer art thou King Of the Underworld; no more thy road is peace, For not by longing nor by wonderment Shalt thou gain the drooping west, the starless place, The sun-shot centre of the folden stars, The palace of the cloudy Underworld. Oh! in the key of blue my lyre is tuned To the threefold mystery. O wandering stars! O lonely lights! The mysteries of time Fade and grow pale before the etern…
…d a prison sentence in America as a white slaver, but he has never been even accused of any crime before any court in any country in the world. The statement made in the Sunday Express is thus an absolute lie ; your editor knows that it is a lie ; and you, my Lord, are in a position to satisfy yourself conclusively that it is a lie. I submit, that as proprietor of the Sunday Expressone of the greatest forces in the news- paper world, and in the public life of the nation you are under a clear obligation to ascertain the truth in this matter, a…
24 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. THE DOVE Well, you will. We’ll make a rule That anyone who disbelieves it Shall be strictly prosecuted — With the utmost rigour Of the majesty of law. THE LAMB And if any fool believes it — THE DOVE He shall come to live with Us. What a privilege ! THE VULTURE Provided He observe propriety, Never laugh, never dance, Never do the dreadful thing ! THE DOVE Precisely so !
…reation has been imitated by human genius, divining the forms of nature. Every day has furnished a new revelation, every new king of the world has been for a day the image and the incarnation of God! Sublime dream which explains the mysteries of India, and justifies all symbolisms! The lofty conception of the man-God corresponds to the creation of Adam, and Christianity, like the first days of man in the earthly paradise, has been only an aspiration and a widowhood. We wait for the worship of the bride and of the mother; we shall aspire to the …
…reation has been imitated by human genius, divining the forms of nature. Every day has furnished a new revelation, every new king of the world has been for a day the image and the incarnation of God! Sublime dream which explains the mysteries of India, and justifies all symbolisms! The lofty conception of the man-God corresponds to the creation of Adam, and Christianity, like the first days of man in the earthly paradise, has been only an aspiration and a widowhood. We wait for the worship of the bride and of the mother; we shall aspire to the …
ALICE The roses of the world are sad, The water-lilies pale, Because my lover takes her lad Beneath the moonlight veil. No flower may bloom this happy hour— Unless my Alice be the flower. The stars are hidden in dark and mist, The moon and sun are dead, Because my love has caught and kissed My body in her bed. No light may shine this happy night— Unless my Alice be the light. 45
… arrayed? Their light dismayed Before the vast blind spaces of the sky? O galaxy Of thousands upon thousands closely curled! Your golden world 55
MR TODD 197 Oh, loving Father of all, what a world Thou hast made ! What a gift is life ! How much it holds of love and laughter ! Is there anything more, anything better ? I cannot believe it. Is there anything, anybody that could make me happier ? THOMAS. Mr. Todd. [Enter TODD. EUPHEMIA. Good afternoon, Mr. Todd ! So glad to see you ! Why, how strange you look ! What have you to say to me ? [TODD whispers in her ear. EUPHEMIA. How splendid ! You mean it ? It is true ? Better than all the rest ! Come, come ! [She throws her arm round his neck …
…; but time, When thou art from me, surely makes thee live Foor ever, from mine aris a fugitive. (1) Red light and mirrored roses! Is the world A mirror only of life? Is death the thing Within the heart of life so deeply curled That only at life’s end the thorn can sting? It may be. Yet I only care to know The imagery of the most fairest Rose ; So that I dwell where that last Rose doth blow, I can forget life in the garden-close. Sweet wind of all the wide world’s empery! Slow-purling streams of pure and fresh delight; Within thy breath and voic…
…; but time, When thou art from me, surely makes thee live Foor ever, from mine aris a fugitive. (1) Red light and mirrored roses! Is the world A mirror only of life? Is death the thing Within the heart of life so deeply curled That only at life’s end the thorn can sting? It may be. Yet I only care to know The imagery of the most fairest Rose ; So that I dwell where that last Rose doth blow, I can forget life in the garden-close. Sweet wind of all the wide world’s empery! Slow-purling streams of pure and fresh delight; Within thy breath and voic…