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…f your kiss ! That were the rest I have sought for, the bliss I have ached to obtain : — Ah ! it was pain ! MOLLY. Ay ! sir, but can you love me ? Me, poor girl ! SIR PERCY. Love you ? Ah, Christ ! I love you so ! Say you love me, love me ! Say so ! Again ! Again ! Aloud ! I must hear, or I shall die. MOLLY. I love you. Oh, you hurt me, you do indeed.
…lie ; That as each hour widens the gulfs that sigh Between us ; the truth scores upon my brow Sigils of silence, burns in me the vow “ I love you, and shall love you till it die.’ Whether next year, as fondly we made oath Shall see us meet at least, whether as wife I shall at last gather the whole vow’s breath— Not heaven nor hell shall break our solemn troth. love you, and shall love you all my life. I love you, and shall love you after death. 95
XXXII Lapy, awake the dread abyss Of knowledge in impassioned eyes! Fathom the gulphs of awful bliss With the poised plummet of a kiss! Love hath the arcanum of the wise; Love is the elixir, love the stone; The rosy tincture shall arise Out of its shadowy cadences. Love is the Work, and love alone Rewards the ingenious alchemist. Chaste fervours chastely overthrown Awake the infinite monotone. So, Lady, if thy lips I kissed ; So, lady, if in eyes of steel I read the steady secret, wist Of no gray ghosts moulded of mist; 72
THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 71 O lamp of love ! The hissing spray shall jet thee with desire And foaming fire, And fire from thee shall move Her spirit to devour, And fuse and mingle us in one transcendent hour. Godhead is less Than mortal love, the garland of the spheres, Than those sweet tears That yield no bitterness To the luxurious cries That love shrills out in death, that murmur when love dies. Love dies in vain. For breezes hasten from the summer south To touch his mouth And bid him rise again, Till, ere the dawn-stars breath, Love kisses into…
… clustering round a god. Let memory wake from its abode Of dim precision lost for long The grace and grandeur of the song! Who art thou, love, by what sweet name I quicken ? By whom, O love, my soul is subtly stricken? O Love, O Love, I linger On the dear word and know not any meaning, Nor why I chant; there is a whisper weaning My soul from depths I knew to depths I guess, Centred in two words only: ‘“‘ Love” and “ Yes.” What lyrist’s gentle finger Strikes out a note, a key, a chord unheard of? What voice intones a song I know no word of ? Who…
36 THE TALE OF ARCHAIS Love that is lighter than scorn, Love, that is strong as a king, Love, through the gate that is horn, Sing ! Then Charicles rejoicing quickly ran And chose a lyre, and thus his song began Rippling through melodies unheard of man. SONG OF CHARICLES Wake, fairy maid, for the day Blushes our curtain to shake ; Summer and blossoms of May Wake ! Lilies drink light on the lake, Laughter drives dreamland away, Kisses shall woo thee, and slake Passion with amorous play, Clip thee and love, for Loves sake. Wake and caress me, I p…
…rom my lips, back from my breast! I hold you as I always will, You unprofaned and uncaressed, Silent, majestical, and still. Back! for I love you. Even yet Do you not see my deepest fire Burn through the veils and coverings set By fatuous phantoms of desire? Back! O I love you evermore. But, be our bed the bridal sky ! I love you, love you. Hither, shore Of far unstained eternity ! There we will rest. Beware! Beware! For I am young, and you are fair. Nay! Iam old in this, you know! Ah! heart of God! I love you so! 55
188 THE EQUINOX (11) I care not though my love hath murdered me With one soft touch of her most tender lips ; For dying on her breast, love’s face I see: Love calls me back from death; my spirit slips Back to the old forgetfulness, ere I Was risen to life’s surface, virgin-pure To tinge my soul with the blueness of the sky, The sun’s gold, and earth’s blacknesses secure. Wherefore shall I repine that I must fade? Shall there not alway be immortal roses? How, losing life then, shall I be afraid If at the sunset my tired soul reposes? Oh, I shall…
188 THE EQUINOX (11) I care not though my love hath murdered me With one soft touch of her most tender lips ; For dying on her breast, love’s face I see: Love calls me back from death; my spirit slips Back to the old forgetfulness, ere I Was risen to life’s surface, virgin-pure To tinge my soul with the blueness of the sky, The sun’s gold, and earth’s blacknesses secure. Wherefore shall I repine that I must fade? Shall there not alway be immortal roses? How, losing life then, shall I be afraid If at the sunset my tired soul reposes? Oh, I shall…
…e laws of Nature, break Qismat’s insufferable boom, Incense the mountain and the plain. sufflate the forest and the combe Eternally with love, with love, with love, the lily all abloom. Love me, your poet ; pass the night from twilight gloom to twilight gloom At podex-play with El Qahar within his Garden of Perfume !
Crassus. You are a witch. I want your love; you give Only love's comedy. ALICIA. The way to live Is to find comedy and tragedy In everything. But if you cannot see Through to the Bacchanal spirit, this should suit. Here is the blacksmith hammeringa flute. Crassus. Oh love, love, kiss me! Aurcta. I will forge a ring Of bloom of blood-kisses upon your neck, Till it is like a garden of roses in late spring. Crassus. “Soft, and stung softly, fairer for a fleck.” Auicra. O marvellous nation! Vanity, dullness, slobber, and quotation! Crassus. Why do …
78 THE STAR IN THE WEST True Love , let us now enter those enchanting realms of Free Love , which is True Love in its truest form . Nina is our guide , pointing us out the hill - top road which will lead us above the social plain , and awed by the mystic love of woman , Racing and maddening from the crown of flame , The monolithic core of mystical Red fury that is called a woman's heart .' Enter the sphere of Free Love , and sit by the side of Alice , look into the depth of her eyes , the depths of her heart . As a seeker sees the gold In the s…
84 MYSTERIES: A whole long life of love. Leap high, laugh low ! I love you—so !— One kiss—and then to freedom! See the bay So far away, But not too far for love! Ring out, sharp hoof, And put to proof The skill of him that steeled thee! Freedom! Set As never yet Thy straining sides for freedom! Gallant mare! The frosty air Kindles the blood within us as we race. O love! Thy face Flames with the passion of our happy speed! The noble steed Pashes the first gold limit of the sand. Ah love, thy hand! We win, no foot pursuing spans the brow! Yes, ki…
…k! Keep your end up, and you’ll be a Magus in this life yet, though In the meantime—oh, be a Devil!" The younger man divined the infinite love and wisdom beneath the brusquerie of the Brother. His eyes filled with tears. “ I'll win her, sir, by God I " he said enthusiastically. “Lose yourself to her. Only so. Off now, boy! I am busy. I must twiddle—twiddle—twiddle." Edgar bowed and went. He could not trust himself to speak: the Love that was the whole being of the Brother melted the snow of his soul. He loved. Not Ida, not the world, not anything…
…k! Keep your end up, and you’ll be a Magus in this life yet, though In the meantime—oh, be a Devil!" The younger man divined the infinite love and wisdom beneath the brusquerie of the Brother. His eyes filled with tears. “ I'll win her, sir, by God I " he said enthusiastically. “Lose yourself to her. Only so. Off now, boy! I am busy. I must twiddle—twiddle—twiddle." Edgar bowed and went. He could not trust himself to speak: the Love that was the whole being of the Brother melted the snow of his soul. He loved. Not Ida, not the world, not anything…
EDITORIAL LOVE! Dear Readers, have you ever thought what a wonderful thing love is? What would life be without love? A desertl There would be no true happiness without love. And yet we must admit that love is in some ways a great danger. We must remember that many great teachers have forbidden it. What did the great Buddha say to Ananda? “ Beware of women, Anandal " " But, Lord, they are subtle of speech I " " Don’t speak to them, Anandal” “ But, Lord, suppose they speak to us ? ” “ Keep wide awake, Anandal " Think of Paul’s contemptuous permis…
EDITORIAL LOVE! Dear Readers, have you ever thought what a wonderful thing love is? What would life be without love? A desertl There would be no true happiness without love. And yet we must admit that love is in some ways a great danger. We must remember that many great teachers have forbidden it. What did the great Buddha say to Ananda? “ Beware of women, Anandal " " But, Lord, they are subtle of speech I " " Don’t speak to them, Anandal” “ But, Lord, suppose they speak to us ? ” “ Keep wide awake, Anandal " Think of Paul’s contemptuous permis…
TANNHAUSER 234 The breathing life of thee, and swoons, and sighs, And dies ! None but the dead can know the worth of love! Come, love, thy bosom to my heart recalls Strange festivals and subtle funerals. Soft passion rises in the amber walls, And falls! None but the dead can breathe the life of love ! Come, love, thy lips, curved hollow as the moon’s! , Bring me thy kisses, for the seawind tunes, The song that soars, and reads the starry runes, And swoons ! None but the dead can tune the lyre of love! Come, love, thy body serpentine and bright …
LOVE AND FEAR The rose of the springtime that bended Its delicate head to the breeze Is crimson and stately and splendid Now summer is here and at ease ; Love risen as the sun hath transcended its passion and peace. In a garden of dark foliage that clusters Round your face as a rosebud withdrawn, New splendour springs carmine and lustres Your cheeks with the coming of dawn, Love’s light as an army that musters its plumes—and is gone. For fear as a fountain, that trembles With wind, is arisen, and hides The light of your love, and dissembles The…
THE COURT OF THE PROFANE. 45 “ MANY WATERS CANNOT QUENCH LOVE.” N my distress I made complaint to Death : Thy shadow strides across the starry air ; Thou comest as a serpent unaware, Striking love’s heart and crushing out man’s breath : Thy destiny is even as God saith To mark the impotence of human prayer, Choke hope, sting all but Love ; and never care If man or flower or sparrow perisheth. Thee, I invoke thee, though no mercy move Thy heart ! No power is to thy hate assigned On love (sing, poets ! shrill, Pandean reeds !). But me, look on me…