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…atish manners? Hearken them! CHORUS. In the brave old days ere men began To bind young hearts with an iron tether, Ere love was brief as life, a span, Ere love was light as life, a feather, Earth was free as the glad wild weather, God was father and friend to man. AHINOAM. Then when with mildness and much joy our judge Draw hither, let us send to meet his steps
…red Walrus. God, some Vestments, and Lady Wim- borne. Fearful aspect of John ili, 16. Universalism. Will God get the bara* slam? Eternal life. Divergent views of its desirability. Buddhist idea. Dogma of Belief. - But if you drink your mystic fill * Great slam-—a term of Bridge-Whist. + John iii, 18, ‘‘ He that believeth not is condemned already.”’ Under the good tree Igdrasil © Where is at all your use for Christ? Hath Krishna not at all sufficed? I hereby guarantee to pull A faith as quaint and beautiful As much attractive to an ass, And sett…
…e. ORPHEUS Come forth in your gladness, O end of all these! O sorrow and madness And passion and ease, Sharp joy and sweet sadness, Deep life and deep peace ! Come forth! I invoke you, ringed round, earth’s girdle, the manifold seas ! THE SEA I hear but one voice in our voices ; One tune, multitudinous notes; One life that burns low or rejoices, One song from the numberless throats. Where ice on my bosom is piled, Where palm-fronded islands begem My breast, where I rage in the wild White storms, where I lap the low hem Of earth’s mantle, or war…
…catch from Maeterlinck, II Sixteen years old when she died 1 A Vestal, tending Minerva’s flame; It was not her time to read ; beside, Her life had hardly a hope or aim, Nor duties enough, nor little cares; She was never quiet; her mind was astir, Το Henrik Ibsen she said her prayers, And she worshipped Edward Carpenter‘ III Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope? We know that your soul was pure and true From Alan Leo’s Test Horoscope, And Cheiro’s words confirmed it too— And just because I was thrice as old, And because you thought me cynical, I'd No p…
…catch from Maeterlinck, II Sixteen years old when she died 1 A Vestal, tending Minerva’s flame; It was not her time to read ; beside, Her life had hardly a hope or aim, Nor duties enough, nor little cares; She was never quiet; her mind was astir, Το Henrik Ibsen she said her prayers, And she worshipped Edward Carpenter‘ III Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope? We know that your soul was pure and true From Alan Leo’s Test Horoscope, And Cheiro’s words confirmed it too— And just because I was thrice as old, And because you thought me cynical, I'd No p…
… a Cardinal of Rome, a member of one of the great noble families. In his youth something had happened which had thrown a shadow over his life. There are three great crises in his life, one of them due to this shadow, one to the contrast between his conscience and his ambition, and the third when, an exile in England, he falls in love. Miss Anderson shows much skill in drawing the character of this great and tragic figure.
…ct. m In Mother‐Deeps of Ocean the GodMan Hangs, Lamp of the Abyss Aeonian. n Eagle, and Snake, and Scorpion! The Dance Of Death whirls Life from Trance to Trance to Trance. s Solve, coagula! By V.I.T.R.I.O.L. shewn, The Tincture, the Elixir, and the Stone. y Ιο παν! upon the summits the God‐goat Leaps in wild lust of ecstasy afloat. p Bellona, scream! Unhood the Hawks! The roar Of Universes crashing into War! h Nuit, our Lady of the Stars! Event Is all Thy play, sublime Experiment! q Witchmoon, upon thy beck of blood afloat The Midnight Beet…
… one hand and oxygen on the other. In this aspect, the hooded figure represents the Protean element of car‐ bon, the seed of all organic life. The symbolism of male and female is carried on still further by the weapons of the King and Queen; he bears the Sacred Lance, and she the Holy Grail; their other hands are joined, as consenting to the Marriage. Their weapons are supported by twin children, whose positions are counterchanged; for the white child not only holds the Cup, but carries roses, while the black child, holding his father’s Lance, …
62 TO A HETEROMITA ROSTRATA Your spores burst forth. O parents fond and dutiful, What lot in life could be much more felicitous Or any brighter? You little being chlorophylly beautiful, Who in high cod’s head dost descend to visit us, Heteromita !
…ys nothing of the kind ! Read the next verses !† Then—one third Of all humanity are steady In a belief in Buddha’s word, Possess eternal life already, And shun delights, laborious days Of labour living (Milton’s phrase) In strenuous purpose to—? to cease ! “A fig for God’s eternal peace ! True peace is to annihilate The chain of causes men call Fate, So that no Sattva66 may renew Once death has run life’s shuttle through.” (Their dages put it somewhat thus) What’s fun to them is death to us ! That’s clear at least. B ut never mind! Call them id…
…atish manners? Hearken them! CHORUS. In the brave old days ere men began To bind young hearts with an iron tether, Ere love was brief as life, a span, Ere love was light as life, a feather, Earth was free as the glad wild weather, God was father and friend to man. AHINOAM. Then when with mildness and much joy our judge Draw hither, let us send to meet his steps
…ul twitching with the stress Of the expected yet surprising strife, A martyrdom of blessedness. Though Death came, I could kiss him into life ; Though Life came, I Could kiss him into death, and yet nor live nor die ! XXX Yet I that am the babe, the sire, the dam, Am also none of these at all ;
…God , Impassive as the skies . * TWO THINGS. TWO things I ask of you , and they are these, When all my little deeds and I are dead , And life's last wave has gathered o'er my head , Forget me, as you would forget the breeze That sudden stirs at nightfall in the trees And with the first bright peep of stars is Aled. My soul starts out alone without a dread And longs to drink oblivion to the lees . But if from out my sombre life I flung Some spark of song that sprang afire and sung Such strains as woke your song to answer mine , Memory be brazier…
…droop thine head, O God ! for thou must suffer this: I said! Droop thy wide pinions, O thou mortal God ! Sink thy vast forehead, and let Life con- sume The miserable life thy feet have trod Beneath them, that thine own life in its doom Fall, in its resurrection to arise; Stoop, that its holier hope may cleave the skies. Power, power, and power! O single sacrifice On thine own altar: let thy savour steam Up, through the domes of broken Paradise ; Up, by Euphrates’? unimagined stream ; Up, by strange river and mysterious lawn To some impossible d…
…tting away! Note that the title of this poem is ironical. It is taken from a goody-goody book, popular at that time, which describes the life of traveling barnstormers and how the only hope for them was to be converted. But the irony goes somewhat deeper. It was a genuine criticism of the shallow philosophy of optimism which went with the polite Christianity of the time. I was analysing life in the spirit of Schopenhauer. I couldn't see any sense in pretending that life was not full of horrors. Death and trousers are facts in nature; and merely…
Melpomene shone in the pyre Of terrors that burned in her lyre; But all of their passion divine I lost in the life and the stress of the world ere ever the soul of me wist. But, Orpheus, thy splendider light Was the veil of thyself the more splendid. Thou leapedst as a fountain in flight, As a bird in the rainbow descended ! From the sweet single womb risen higher Did Calliope string thee her lyre, Thy mother: and veiled her in night :-— For thyself to Herself art a veil till the veils of the Heaven be rended and ended. Now, single myself as th…
For it is abominable to correlate the life and work of any man, whenever that work approaches the standard of genius. Work of that sort is perfectly independent of life. The purest poems spring alike from the foulest soil and from the cleanest kept. Any stimulus may stimulate. Knowing Shelley almost by heart, the present writer is still ignorant of his domestic affairs—and thanks God for it. Here, however, we have no work of genius to save from soilure. The poem is less than the man, as the editor has pointed out in his sufficiently able introd…
…HE HOLY GHOST The Rosicrucian I see the centuries wax and wane. I know their mystery of pain, The secrets of the living fire, The key of life : I live : I reign : For I am master of desire. Silent, I pass amid the folk Caught in its mesh, slaves to its yoke. Silent, unknown, I work and will Redemption, godheads master-stroke, And breaking of the wands of ill. No man hath seen beneath my brows Eternitys exultant house. No man hath noted in my brain The knowledge of my mystic spouse. I wait the centuries wax and wane. Poor, in the kingdom of st…
…s which will later be indispensable, but which as they grow increase its discomfort in its present situation. The happiest period of the life of the embryo is that when, like a chrysalis, it spreads around it the membrane which serves it for refuge, and which swims with it in a nourishing and pre- serving fluid. At that time it is free, and does not suffer. It partakes of the universal life, and receives the imprint of the memories of Nature which will later determine the con- figuration of its body and the form of its features. That happy age …
…s which will later be indispensable, but which as they grow increase its discomfort in its present situation. The happiest period of the life of the embryo is that when, like a chrysalis, it spreads around it the membrane which serves it for refuge, and which swims with it in a nourishing and pre- serving fluid. At that time it is free, and does not suffer. It partakes of the universal life, and receives the imprint of the memories of Nature which will later determine the con- figuration of its body and the form of its features. That happy age …