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…, virgin unto death! O kissing daughters of the unfed brine! O sisters of the west wind’s pitiful breath, There is One that pitieth! One far above the heavens crowned alone, Immitigable, intangible, a maid, Incomprehensible, divine, unknown, Who loves your love, and to high God hath said: ‘To me these songs are made!”
238 THE EQUINOX Far into the fire she cast the blood, And the flames grew twisted and red; Her breast heaved with her passion’s flood As a hollow-eyed ghost arose Like a cloud of stench from the rotting dead When a wind from a pest-house blows. She clasped the ghost to her skinny dugs,— No other love might she know,— The dead man squirmed at her panting hugs, But she had her passionate will, And a sobbing breeze began to blow From the top of the lonely hill. And then a dim grey streak of dawn Came, and the sad ghost fled, With staring sockets a…
238 THE EQUINOX Far into the fire she cast the blood, And the flames grew twisted and red; Her breast heaved with her passion’s flood As a hollow-eyed ghost arose Like a cloud of stench from the rotting dead When a wind from a pest-house blows. She clasped the ghost to her skinny dugs,— No other love might she know,— The dead man squirmed at her panting hugs, But she had her passionate will, And a sobbing breeze began to blow From the top of the lonely hill. And then a dim grey streak of dawn Came, and the sad ghost fled, With staring sockets a…
…ove’s lesson : still, to excuse Myself to you, who could not choose But make some weak apology Before the concierge’s eye! True, you are far too high to accuse— Perhaps would rather not be told? You shall hear. Does a miner lose If through the quartz he gets to gold? Yes: Nina was a thing of nought, A little laughing lewd gamine, Idle and vicious, void of thought, Easy, impertinent, unclean— Utterly charming! Yes, my queen! She had a generous baby soul, Prattled of love. Should I control, Repress perhaps the best instinct The child had ever had…
… the tingling waves absorb Into their lustre as they move the light of all the sky. I am so faint for utter love I sigh and long to die. Far on the misty ocean’s verge flares out the Southern Cross, And the long billows on the marge of coral idly toss, This night of nights ! The stars disdain a lustre dusk or dim. Twin love-birds on the land complain, a wistful happy hymn. I turn my face toward the main : I laugh and dive and swim. Now fronts me foaming all the light of surf-bound waters pent ; Now from the black breast of the night the Souther…
…ows flame between us now! “Beware of pickpockets, male and female” Moves me to laughter: from the poet's brow The veil of sorrow drops ; far, pure, and pale Flames the imagined Goddess—woe is me! Asperge me hyssopo, Domine!
74 The Pains and Pleasures of Redemption. penalty of age and excess. But as far as I know, there is not. 4. The grave Persian literally screams with laughter whenever his poet quotes the Q’uran in a blasphemous sense ; just as our own people with the Bible. 5. A last touch of the whip. 6. As a witty Irishman remarks, “ There is only one argument that will convince a woman — the argument in a circle.” 7. A very profound allegory. Laila being the Jinn, this passage means that since the revelation of the Method of true communion between man and Go…
…forgotten, deem- ing I see in sleep, in many-coloured night, More hope than in the flame-waves of the light. Light ! ever light ! I swim far out and follow The footsteps of the wind, and light in- vades My desolate soul, and all the cypress shades Glow with transparent lustre, and the hollow I thought I had hidden in my heart must swallow . . The bitter draught of Truth; no Nereid maids Even in my sea are mine; the whole | sea’s plades And hills and springs are void of my Apollo— The Sea herself my tune and my desire ! The Sun himself my lover …
… much I marvelled, and won a song, And so the day passed by. VII I was a shepherd in other days, Ere ever the earth was old ; I wandered far into the Northern ways To bring back my sheep to the fold. Heyday ! but the time was drear and long, For I lost my pipe and my mountain-song, And all the others of my sweet lays Lost all their wonted gold. VIII Greece and Rome and the Pagan lands I knew ere the Christ was born; I whistled songs between my hands, And blew through an old ram’s horn. I was wise indeed! For I lost my way Over the hills one sum…
… much I marvelled, and won a song, And so the day passed by. VII I was a shepherd in other days, Ere ever the earth was old ; I wandered far into the Northern ways To bring back my sheep to the fold. Heyday ! but the time was drear and long, For I lost my pipe and my mountain-song, And all the others of my sweet lays Lost all their wonted gold. VIII Greece and Rome and the Pagan lands I knew ere the Christ was born; I whistled songs between my hands, And blew through an old ram’s horn. I was wise indeed! For I lost my way Over the hills one sum…
…ver rose and grey.5 1. The word used here is [Persian text] ‘ hearing ’ and also “ the Song and Dance of the Mevliviyeh dervishes.” Thus far Palmer ; and I can learn no more. But probably the word is used to emphasize the purely religious nature of the passion.
… look of yours to - day 1 That dreamy gazing at the distances , Which keeps you standing rapt and motionless In that near present of the far away , Is full of memories and interplay Of thoughts of many days of happiness When you were swift to dance and bright of tress , That now are heavy - limbed and old and grey . near you staring at Perhaps it is the chatting of the birds In the new sun that brings to you again The thought that on a day just such as this You should have seen him come , have heard his words , Have felt - No . Only guessing at…
come from this abominable house!" Lisa had touched the summit of the mountain of hysteria. Her feelings were far beyond all expression; she was living in a world deeper than feeling. She gained the consciousness of her own nature, something far deeper than anything she had ever known, and she expressed its will in words of absolute despair. "I can't leave Cyril Grey." "I'm afraid of him more than all the others," whispered the girl." I loved him too. And when I came to him two days ago, thinking that he still loved me — he laughed — and he had …
…him : Better to pass where sand and sulphur burn, And days are hazed with heat, and nights are dim With some malarial poison. Better lie Far and forgotten on some desert isle, Where I may watch the silent ships go by, And let them share my burden for awhile. Let me pass out beyond the city gate Where I may wander by the water still, And see the faint few stars immaculate Watch their own beauty in its depth, and chill Their own desire within its icy stream. Let me move on with vacant eyes, as one Lost in the labyrinth of some ill dream, Move and…
154 THE CAMP FIRE IN MEMORIAM A. C. S. The meer is haunted, berylline that lies Upon the enchaunted moor, bare to the skies. Far as the eye leaps, there is nothing seen But Mystery, the horizon hungry and lean Like a slim snake encompassing the air. Subtly the lake woos, like a virgins prayer. No moon there was ; no stars could pierce the blind Oertoppling mass of heaven ; there was no wind. There was no man, no beast ; no sound or sight Broke thy swart span, O brooding vulture, Night ! Where the tarn dwindled, was lost altogether, I piled, I…
…be found to verify them in every particular—that whatever arguments are brought forward destructive of the reality of Dhyana, apply with far more force to the normal state, and it is evident that to deny the latter seriously is pso facto to become unserious. Whether the normal testimony may be attacked from above, by insisting on the superior reality of Dhyana—and @ fortiori of Samadhi, which I have- not experienced, and conse- quently do not treat of, being content to accept the highly probable statements of those who profess to know, and who …
9 Far from the central pearl Of all the diadem of the universe ? Let God take pen, rehearse Dull nursery tales ; then, not before, O rose, Red rose ! shall the belovd of thee, Infinite rose ! pen puerile poetry That turns in writing to vile prose. Were this the quintessential plume of Keats And Shelley and Swinburne and Verlaine, Could I outsoar them, all their lyric feats, Excel their utterance vain With one convincing rapture, beat them hollow As an asss skin ; wert thou, Apollo, Mere slave to me, not Lord thy fieriest flight And stat…
…is only granted by invitation from the governing body concerned, ‘The O. T. O., although an Academia Masonica, is not ‘a Masonic Body so far as the craft degrees are concerned in the sense in which that expression is usually understood in England, and therefore in no way conflicts with, or infringes the just privileges of, the United Grand Lodge of England, 10
…ion is only granted by invitation from the governing body concerned. The O.T.O., although an Academia Masonica, is not a Masonic Body so far as the ‘secrets’ are concerned in the 202
…ten in 1922 was published 1929. The Third Publication nine months before the outbreak of the Sino-Japanese war, which is breaking up the Far East. The Fourth Publication 6:22 a.m., December 22, 1938, e. v. This series of actions complies perfectly with the condition of Prophecy . Nine months elapsed , and I was able to overprint , also to reprint, enlarged to four pages my remaining prospectuses in red ink. As follows : nine months before the Betrayal , which stripped Britain of the last rags of hQnour, prestige and security, and will break up …