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…o save me from their fire— Those kiss me and respire The perfume of the Name. Remorse and terror banished By pitying lovers, Who from my eyes have vanished, (The Lidless Eye discovers), Repenting souls that turn, Whose hearts with pity burn For me, who now discern Their love around me hovers. Their love wards from my head The furious hate Of those loves doubly dead That may not pass the gate : 84
…ls fill the air To guard my steps, to bare The veil inviolate. The visions leave me now ; I sink to sleep ; Calm and content my brow, My eyes are large and deep. The morning shall behold On feet and plumes of gold My spirit soon enfold The flocks on heaven’s steep. Refreshed, encouraged, lightened, Sent on the Way Whose Sun and Star have brightened From dawning into day, I set my face, a flint, Toward where the holy glint Of lamps affords the hint That leads me—where it may. 85
…f gain, And golden rushing of men slain Before Thy throne, whose woven lies, Fixed by enchantment in the dome Of fiery aether, burn with eyes Insatiate of Paradise— Fixed, if the curse of brackish foam Upon the salt unpiteous sea Be fixed, or if the faith of Rome Shall find in hearts of men a home
…ters echoing you From reverend shades of bard’s renown :— Nature alive and glad to hymn Your beauty, my delight : her God Weary, his old eyes sad and dim In his intolerable abode. 20
…st And frowned upon the West. Then the man sighed, as if to say: The glow of life is gone away. At this the rusty and wroth released His eyes against the East. Then the man touched his navel, as He felt his life thence pass. Also he smote his spine; the base Of life burnt up apace. Then rose the many-coloured sage; He was right sad with age. 93
…e Master, vivid. Far, affrighted, The stunned air shudders on the skin. In vain The Master of “ La Comedie Humaine” Shadows the deep-set eyes, genius-lighted. Epithalamia, birth-songs, epitaphs, Are written in the mystery of his lips. Sad wisdom, scornful shame, grand agony In the coffin-folds of the cloak, scarred mountains, lie, And pity hides i’ th’ heart. Grim knowledge grips The essential manhood. Balzac stands, and laughs. 63
…range native weather ! The watery suns Of those hot horizons Have the mystical charm of the years That mysterious lies In thy traitorous eyes As they glitter behind their tears. There, all is peace and ecstasy ; Pleasure, calm, and luxury ! Furniture fine That the years make shine Shall stand in our own bedchamber. The rarest flowers Shed their scented showers To tinge the vague rapture of amber.
…inite brilliance, with intense perfumes. Autcia. then your lover was some god’s disguise. ADELA. And you have robbed me. Now beware your eyes! [Ste springs at Arscis, who guards herself easily. But in the struggle her robe tears. Autcia. Take care! ADELA. A boy! 43
“At all my meetings with you shall the priestess say‐and her eyes shall burn with desire as she stands bare and rejoicing in my secret temple‐To me! To me! calling forth the flame of the hearts of all in her love‐chant. “Sing the rapturous love‐song unto me! Burn to me perfumes! Wear to me jewels! Drink to me, for I love you! I love you! “I am the blue‐lidded daughter of Sunset; I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night‐sky. “To me! To me! “The Manifestation of Nuit is at an end.”
…n all this lead us to , this progress through misery ? To the great archetype the Arahat ship of Buddha . It was by gazing on the sunken eyes of a corpse , so the legend runs , that Gautama forsook pleasure for a life of pity . Life is feodal to Death , and our ultimate sleep is greater than our first awakening . The womb was dark ; from out it sprang the thought less ; the tomb is darker still ; into it creeps the thoughtful . The dead are our gods , soon we shall strike our tent for the last time and join the great caravanserai of the departe…
…fifth who is invisible, & therein am I as a babe in an egg.) 50. Blue am I and gold in the light of my bride: but the red gleam is in my eyes; & my spangles are purple & green. 51. Purple beyond purple: it is the light higher than eyesight. 52. There is a veil: that veil is black. It is the veil of the modest woman; it is the veil of sorrow, & the pall of death: this is none of me. Tear down that lying spectre of the centuries: veil not your vices in virtuous words: these vices are my service; ye do well, & I will reward you here and hereafter.…
…fifth who is invisible, & therein am I as a babe in an egg.) 50. Blue am I and gold in the light of my bride: but the red gleam is in my eyes; & my spangles are purple & green. 51. Purple beyond purple: it is the light higher than eyesight. 52. There is a veil: that veil is black. It is the veil of the modest woman; it is the veil of sorrow, & the pall of death: this is none of me. Tear down that lying spectre of the centuries: veil not your vices in virtuous words: these vices are my service; ye do well, & I will reward you here and hereafter.…
… sharp therein ; Ivory and white and keen, Tameless as hungering sea. Strange body of my desire, Voluptuous, lithe, and wan ; For, on my eyes drawn nigher,
…her head, And gazes through the casement at the sea . Full-winged the lovely thoughts begin to glide Across the calm blue surface of her eyes. The windows of her soul are open wide Toward the morning and the summer skies . Emerging from the portal of the night, She lingers with one foot upon the way , Then springs, a sudden vision of delight, Swift, with her arms outstretched , to meet the day . 132
…thing. I slid back To common sense, as reason bids, And “hence,” my friend, “the Pyramids.” At last I met a maniac My Mahatma. With mild eyes full of love, and tresses What price . ‘, Kut Humi? 40 Blanched in those lonely wildernesses Where he found wisdom, and long hands Gentle, pale olive ‘gainst the sand’s Amber and gold. At sight, I knew him ; Swifter than light I flashed, ran to him, 46 And at his holy feet prostrated My head ; then, all my being sated With love, cried “ Master! I must know. Already I can love.” E’en so. The sage saluted m…
…raint was as ephemeral as the fleeting hour . “ And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food , and that it was pleasant to the eyes , and a tree to be desired to make one wise , she took of the fruit thereof , and did eat , and gave also unto her husband with her ; and he did eat .” ( N.B. — Husband : neither church nor registry office is mentioned !) Linked in the tiny shelf upon the ship , My blind eyes burned into her mild ones : limbs Twined to each other while fine dew bedims Their quivering skins : lip fastened unto lip : Whole …
THE THREE WORMS “Much have I looked upon—I, the now crawling, damp and sightless evidence of her sight. “Tam her eyes. “Empires shone in me: suns set, moons arose, and were drowned like lovely naiads in the waters of the sky. I knew wild flowers so beautiful, that one dared not touch them lest their beauty start to mere ugly life. “T am that quiver of fragile and delicious expectation that shone in the virgin eyes of her when .. . O happy hour! “Tam that greediness, that terrible woman’s greediness, fierce as drought, relentless as Death, which…
THE THREE WORMS “Much have I looked upon—I, the now crawling, damp and sightless evidence of her sight. “Tam her eyes. “Empires shone in me: suns set, moons arose, and were drowned like lovely naiads in the waters of the sky. I knew wild flowers so beautiful, that one dared not touch them lest their beauty start to mere ugly life. “T am that quiver of fragile and delicious expectation that shone in the virgin eyes of her when .. . O happy hour! “Tam that greediness, that terrible woman’s greediness, fierce as drought, relentless as Death, which…
…rm Haunt thy poor captain as he sails. Grant, as death’s iceberg threatens me, Sin’s fog, Satanic spite that bars, That I may keep these eyes on Thee, Star on the sea that blots the stars ! Amen. T 6
… necessary to direct his lordship’s attention to it to raise a very considerable turmoil. We quote one or two passages > “ Their (men’s) eyes for beauty are but sightless holes, Spurned in the dust, Uranian passion lies. Dull fools decree the sweet unfruitful love, In Hellas counted more than half divine, Less than half human now.’” And again :— “0, food to my starved eyes, (That gaze unmoved on wanton charms of girls) Fair as the lad on Latmian hills asleep.’ 5