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…remendous gate ; beyond the immanent miracle. O secret self of things ! I have nor feet nor wings Except to follow far beyond Heaven and Earth and Hell, Until I mix my mood And being in thee, as in my hermits hood I grow the thing I contemplate that selfless solitude !
… we gaze And lose ourselves in pious praise. How then when risen and pure of heart In heaven we see Thee as Thou art ? O let the film of earth and sin Each day by love grow clear and thin ! O let Thy worship done aright Prepare us for the eternal Light ! Amen. A 39
… the sacred snake of Khem ; Come to face the Babe and Lion, come to measure force with them ! Ah! these locks flow down, a river, as the earth’s before the Sun, As the earth’s before the sunset, and the God and I are One. I who entered in a Fool, gain the God by clean endeavour; I am shaped as men and women, fair for ever and for ever. (The MANADS stand silent and quiet.) ORPHEUS.! Worship with due rite, orderly attire, The makers of the world, the floating souls Whence -fell these crystals we call earth. Praise Might The Limitless; praise Pall…
…eness shall I liken thee, O moon-wrought maiden of my dewy sleep? For thou art Queen of Thoughts, and unto me Sister and Bride; the worn earth’s echoes leap Because thy holy name is Poesy. Whereto art thou most like? Thou art a Dian, crescent o’er the sea That beats sonorous on the craggy shore, Or shakes the frail earth-dyke. So calm and still and far, that never more Thy silken song shall quiver through the land ; Only by coral isle, by lonely strand Where no man dwells, thy voice re-wakens wild and grand. Thou art an Aphrodite. From the foam…
… the Lord of Harmonious Change. Now, more simply, Change; and here the doctrine must be stated a little more clearly. This suit being of Earth, there is a connection with the Princesses, and therefore with the final Hé of Tetra‐ grammaton. Earth is the throne of Spirit; having got to the bottom, one immediately comes out again at the top. Hence, the card manifests the symbolism of the serpent of the endless band. THE FOUR THREES These cards are referred to Binah; in each of them is expressed the symbolism of Un‐ derstanding. The idea has become…
…pity- ing godhead weep For cold grey anguish of her eyes, that look to God, and look in vain, For death, the anodyne of pain, for sleep, earth’s trivial paradise ? Sleep I forget. Her silky breath no longer fans my ears ; I dream I float on some forgotten stream that hath a saviour still of death, A sweet warm smell of hidden flowers whose heavy petals kiss the sun, Fierce tropic poisons every one that fume and sweat through forest hours ;
…y over it, Bearing our God to the accurst ravines; Bearing our God to the abysmal pit Whence never a God may rise. The wolfish queens Of earth have set their faces stern and sour Against us ; we are bidden to cease — to cease! Ha ! how eternity laughs down their hour, Dragoons their malice with its dominant peace. We are forbidden to love — as one who tries At noontide to forbid the sun to rise.
…h souls lifted up In the Cadmean cup, As incense lifted in the thurible, We know that God is even as we, Light from the sky, and life on earth, and love be- neath the sea.
…the fearful cry of souls in hell, When past death: and blinder life they waken, Seeing Styx before their vision swell, When the bands of earth are broken As the spirit’s spell is spoken On the vast and barren places Where the unburied wander still ; As the laughter of young faces ; As the Word that is the will ; As the life of wells and fountains, Of the old deep-seated mountains ; As the forest’s desolate sighing; As the moaning of the earth Where her seeds are black and dying ; As the earthquake’s sudden birth ; As the vast volcano rending It…
…thing of that sort. This is a long speech; all that I can hear is: From me pour down the fires of life and increase continually upon the earth. From me flow down the rivers of water and oil and wine. From me cometh forth the wind that beareth the seed of trees and flowers and fruits and all herbs upon its bosom. From me cometh forth the earth in her unspeakable variety. Yea! all cometh from me, naught cometh to me. Therefore am I lonely and horrible upon this unprofitable throne. Only those who accept nothing from me can bring anything to me. 3…
… fire immaculately made. These sins are deadly. God is merciless For Love that joins Mans passion with His power, And makes to bloom on earth a fairer flower Than heaven bears. Our token of success Is that displeasure toward our sin unnamed Of a fierce demon jealous and ashamed.
REINCARNATION In life what hope is always unto men ? Stories of Arthur that shall come again To cleanse the Earth of her eternal stain, Elias, Charlemagne, Christ. What matter then ? What matter who, or how, or even when ? If we but look beyond the primal pain, And trust the Future to write all things plain, Graven on brass with predestined pen. This is the doom. Upon the blind blue sky A little cloud, no larger than an hand ! Whether I live and love, or love and die, I care not : either way I understand. To me—to live is Christ ; to die is gai…
…s aching on (Pox of despair’s dread interdict !) Aye to the western horizon, Still meditating, sharp and strict, Upon the changes of the earth, Its towers and temples derelict, The ready ruin of its mirth, The flowers, the fruits, the leaves that fall, The joy of life, its growing girth— And nothing as the end of all. Yea, even as the Yang-tze rolled Its rapids past him, so the wall Of things brake down; his eyes behold The mighty Beast serenely couched Upon its breast of burnished gold. “ Ah! by Christ's blood!” (his soul avouched), “ Nothing …
…fe but Death is found, All the halls of sense with strife cry and resound. The Brain awakes in wrath ; behold ! the foemen flee, All the earth is clad with gold and all the sea ; Driven back the demons yield, falter and cease ; For a little while the shield of sleep is peace. Clear and bright the lamp burns ; clean and sharp the sword, While I watch their paths between before the Lord. 62
… Eternity, a wheel of light, And Time, a fleece of snow, I saw, and deep beyond the night, The steady mystic glow Of that lamp’s flame unearthly bright That watches Earth below. Long avenues of sleepy trees And bowers arched with love, And kisses woven for a breeze, And lips that scarcely move, Save as long ripples on the seas, That murmur like a dove. I saw the burning lips of God Set fast on Mary’s face, 94
…e priest prepares ; there waits his smile A deed most vile. Harken, thou fool at altar-rails The still small awful voice of fear Whereat earth shakes and heaven pales— “ I am the Lord ” ; His voice rings clear : “ What dost thou here ? “ Thou hast despised my laws, and stilled The voice of Nature and my voice,
…h shy sweet fire, Song lingers on thy beauty till it dies In awe and longing on the smitten lyre : Maid of dark eyes. Grant me thy love, earth’s last surpassing prize, Me, cast upon the faggots of love’s pyre For love of the white bosom that underlies The subtle passion of thy snowy attire, The shadowy secret of thine amorous thighs, The inmost shrine of my supreme desire, Maid of dark eyes ! 2 Boy of red lips, pale face, and golden hair, Of dreamy eyes of love, and finger-tips Rosy with youth, too fervid and too fair, Boy of red lips.
…INESS. T is the seasonable sun of spring That gilds the all-rejuvenescent air— New buds, young birds, so happy in the rare Fresh life of earth : myself am bound to sing, Feeling the resurrection crown me king. I am so happy as men never were. Of sorrow much, of suffering a share, Leave me unmoved, or leave me conquering. O miserable ! that it should be so ! Lord Jesus, Sufferer for the sins of man, Thou didst invite me to Thy shame and loss. And I am happy ! Pity me ! Bestow The right to work in the eternal Plan, The right to hang on the eterna…
…o mist. No tropic rapture strikes awake The grim soul’s candour to insist The pen reluctant. Beauty’s task Is but to praise the peace of earth ; If Horror’s contrast that should ask, Off from this Paradise of mirth ! Let Kandy Lake, the white soul, mirror The generalised concept, limn clear England, a memory clean of error, A royal reason to be here. Therefore no reminiscence stirs My heart of when I lived in Kandy. Europe’s the focus now ! that blurs The picture of my Buddhist dandy, Allan, who broke his wand of flame,
…oody sweat stood murderous On the writhen brow, the bosom of distress ? Ay! for his anguish thou art gain enough— One thought, worth all Earth’s fame, and gold, and love! 47