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…isciplined. Here endeth the first lesson. I think I'll turn in." "It's a bit beyond me, Cyril. All I know is that I'm willing to risk my life in a good cause." "But it's a rotten bad cause! We have isolated Germany and hemmed her in for years exactly as we did a century ago with Napoleon; Wilhelm, who
…ressed One stalwart.. ‘*Ah! the quest,” he cried, ‘* the quest.” God’s heart! the antics, as they toil and shove ! One grabs a coin, one life, another love. All shriek, ‘‘ The prize is mine!” as men possessed. . I was not fooled at anything thereof. Rather I hated them, and scorned for slaves; ‘*Fools! all your treasure is at last the grave’s !” Mine eyes had fixed them on the sphinx, the sky. ‘*Ts then this quest of immortality?” And echo answered from some unseen caves : Mortality ! I shrink, and wonder why. Strange I am nothing tainted with …
…wing, Yet with a sense of something vague and unearthly stalking (Step after step as I move) me, to annul me, quell Tlope and desire and life, bid light die under my eyelids, Bid the strong heart despair, quench the desire of Heaven. So I shudder a little; and my heart goes out to the mountain, Rock upon rock for a crown, snow like an ermine robe ; Thunder and lightning free fashioned for speech and seeing, Pinnacles royal and steep, queen of the arduous breast ! Ye on whose icy bosom, passionate, at the sunrise, Ye in whose wind-swept hollows,…
…o fold The picture in: the winged imagery That Hermes gathers with that floral gold Whose triple flower or flame or pinioned light Lends life to death, and love and colour unto light. How flames that scarlet stronger than Apollo, Too swift and warm to know itself a bird! How the light winds and waves of moonlight follow, Shot from the West, cadence of Daylight’s word ! How flock the tribes of wings within the hollow, Even as darkness summons home the herd ! The still slow water slackens into sleep. The rose-glow dies, leaves cold Citlaltepetl’s…
…,151,175 Timothy 53 Tiphareth 79,152 Titian 102 trance 27,79,88,135,151 transference, psychological 36 transubstantiation 50,138 Tree of Life 90 unconscious 31,55,60,79,91,98.103, 108,119,147,160,163 uninitiates 32,33,62,111 universe 24,25,27,33.34.40.41,53,62, 64,74.79.80,95,96.105,111,118,120, 122,123,124,125,159,163,168 and time 103 as veil of the soul 87 crushed by Ra-Hoor-Khuit 189 each point the center of 106 each star the center of 25 error or concept of fixed center 91 identity with mind 82 right apprehension of 127 structure of 81 vamp…
JEZEBEL 131 Her hate, her scorn, her cruel blows, Fill my whole life, consume my breath ; Her red-fanged hatred in me glows, I lust for her, and hell, and death. I see that ghastly look, and yearn Toward the brands of her that burn. Sleep shuns me; dreams divide the night, (My parched throat thirsty for her veins) That she and I with deep delight Suck from death’s womb infernal pains, Whose fire consumes, destroys, devours Through night’s insatiable hours. And altogether filled with love, And altogether filled with sin, The little sparks and no…
258 TANNHAUSER We are not so feeble /—But death anyhow Cuts and not loosens the entangled life. Be mine the harder and the better way, The single chance: not hope; appeal no more $ Hardly the arrowy wisdom of despair ; Hardly the cowardice or courage yet To drift, nor cursing nor invoking God. ELIZABETH. I heard, I pure, I virginal, your song; The shameful story of your intercourse With—fiend or woman? And your burning will, Even in that horror, to the Highest ; at last Your choice of me—the middle course of them, Pure human love? And, if your …
… the gale. THE CHILDREN OF EARTH. Our hair deep laden with the scent of earth, The colour of her rosy body’s birth, Our mother, lady and life of all that is divine ; We gather to the sombre sound, as spring Had whispered, ‘ Follow.’ hiding in her wing Her glorious head and flowing breast of wine. Though in the hollow of her heart be set So deep and awful a fire, though the net Of all her robes be frail as we are fine, We gather, listening to the living lyre Like falling water shot with amber fire, And blown aloft by winds even to heaven’s desir…
…l the hope and purpose of my youth, The high desire, the secret joy, the sin That coiled its rainbow dragon scales within. Hope’s being, life’s delight, time’s eager tooth ; All, all are gone; the serpent sloughs his skin ! The quest is mine! Here ends mortality In contemplating the eternal Thee. Here, She is willing. Stands the Absolute Reaching its arms toward me. Iam mute, T draw toward. Oh, suddenly I see The treason-pledge, the royal prostitute.
… 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 ! XI. I AM a pretty advocate ! My speech has served me ill. Perchance Silence had served : you now look straight On that clear evidence of France, The embroidered garter yonder, Wait! I had some confidence in fate Ere I spoke thus. For while I spoke The old smile, surely helpless, broke On your tired lips: the old light woke In y…
…apan ! I am the brothel-knave of death, The grimly courtesan. Now who will up and kiss her lips, Or grip her breast and bone? The subtle life she shears and snips Is harder gained than gone ; The lover’s laughter whom she clips Is but a dying groan. She lieth not on a gilded bed In the city without the city.! One kiss is hers full rank and red— Do you sip at her lip? Hell hangs on her fangs ! She loves ; love laughs at pity ! Then who will up to taste her mouth? Who on her mount and ride? Look to the North, the West, the South! There is carnage…
… the fervid flood. I brin ye lau hter and tears, The uses t t foam and bleed, The joys ofa million years, The flowers that bear no seed. M life is bitter and sterile, ts flame is a wandering star. Ye shall pass in pleasure and peril Across the mystical bar That is set for wrath and wee ing Against the children ofeart ; But ye in singing and sleeping Shall pass in measure and mirth I lift my wand and wave on Through hill to hill of elight: M rosy rivers lave you n innermost lustral light. I lead you, lord of the maze, In the darkness free of the su…
… to ancient days And Nysian meadows and the hour of spring. Yea, but perchance to touch that secret chord Were to awake that sorrow into life ; Sting, as a wound a deep-envenomed sword, The inmost soul of the Aidonean wife. Listen ! I tune my music to that hour ; The careless maidens and the virgin laughter, The bloom of springtide and the fatal flower, And all that joy the sorrow echoing after. So that, dread Hades, thou mayst hear and yield, Thyself unmastered and inexorable, The gentle maid as crying in that field, Now thy soul’s keeper on t…
…erty, there will always be a few like Padraic Colum to keep Her torch alight. We may not be allowed to speak or write what we think, but life will always live in fairyland, and an hour cometh when the doors of fairyland will open, and the iron hero nursed on fairy milk will strike the tyrants dead. Axetster CROWLEY. GITANJALI AND Frurit-GaTHERING. By RaBinDRANATH TacorE. The Macmil- lan Co. Price, $2.50. Known that whatever is good in Rabindranath Tagore is due to the style of W. B. Yeats, I expected the introduction to be by that individual, w…
…nd the crimson skin ! As Aphrodite clove The foam, incarnate Love, Maiden; as light leaps the dawn-gardens in, So in the Love and Light, Life slain, yet infinite, The God-Man’s night, Leaps pure the Soul re-arisen from the embrace of Sin. Yet, in the terror of that Breast, abides So sweet and deadly a device, a lure Deep in the blood and poison of her sides, Swart, lean, and leprous, that her stings endure. Even the soul of grace Abideth not her face Without vague longing, infinite desire, Stronger because suppressed, Unto the wide black breast…
… see The very soul and majesty of thee Thrill in the lyre and leave the lazy long Notes for crisp magic of sharp rustling sound, And thy life quickens and thy loves abound, Listening the answer of our dancing throng, Joy, sleep, peace, laughter, thought, remem- brance, came Even at our prelude, a death-quickening flame, And earth rejoiced throughout to hear De- meter’s name. We come, in bass deep-swelling, rocks and caves, A hollow roar across the golden waves Hidden in islands set deep in the un- travelled sea. Across the corn from storm-cleft…
… factitious success that the need of fuel increases like the dose ofa drug-fiend. Instead of clothing his wit with silk from the loom of life 343
… factitious success that the need of fuel increases like the dose ofa drug-fiend. Instead of clothing his wit with silk from the loom of life 343
… bay-leaves he ave a sun, to wither them With the gold he gave a garland of sores, and that was for luck. With the dung he gave a Rod of Life to quicken it. * [Thus in Collected Works. May b e a compositor’s error for Abrahadabra, or maybe not – T.S.] 1 This is all obscure. 2 Refer to the planets. Abracadabra.* Amethsh. Ye Fylfat †. Mysterium Matris.1 Evocatio. Lucus.
…from wings One lucent web of light, from head One labyrinthine passion-fed Palace of love, from breathing rife With secrets of forbidden life. But not the sunlight, nor the stars, Nor any light but theirs alone, Nor iron masteries of Mars, Nor Saturn’s misconceiving zone, Nor any planet’s may be shown, Within the circle of the grove, Where burn the sanctities of love : Nor may the foot of man be known, Nor evil eyes of mothers thrown On maidens that desire the kiss Only of maiden Artemis. But horned and huntress from the skies, She bends her li…