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116 ODIN IN RIME Swift clasp of Rodin’s magical mind love- witted, See all creation fade; abide, one kiss. Then to my own soul’s bow this shaft be fitted ; Thank God for all, seeing that all is this ! RESURRECTION. FRomM youth and love to sorrow is one stride. So to the thinker; to the lover’s self Rather it glides or swoons ; the idle elf That plucks a rose, scatters its petals wide, Is like the wind, is like the moon-wrought tide, Is most like life: so soft to man, so hard To the all-gathering brain of a great bard| Christ answered: Peace to …
1907 · PDF PAGE 320
…ll those who have realized their divine self . St. Augustine symbolizes it under a divine act of copulation .' What is it, then , that I love when I love my God ? What is he whom my soul feels above itself ? I have tried to grasp it in my own intelligence , above all images of things , but at the moment when I reach that seat of being I cannot fix my gaze , and I fall back helpless into the common thoughts . I have carried away nothing from this vision but a memory full of love , and as it were a regretful longing for things whose perfume is fe…
1910 · PDF PAGE 92
…ching sides Our pinnace glides. Just by the mænad-haunted hill Songs rise into the air, and thrill, Like clustered birds at evening When love outlingers rain and spring. Faint faces of strange dancers spill Their dewy scent ; and sweet and chill The wind comes faintly whispering On wanton wing. Between the islands sheer and steep Our craft treads noiseless oer the deep, Turned to the gold heart of the west, The suns last sigh of love expressed Ere the lake glimmer, borrow sleep From clouds and tinge their edges ; weep That night brings love n…
1905 · PDF PAGE 170
…reatens to defile my bed !” And put a hideous abiding curse On both our lives to save your modesty From my incestuous embrace! O God! My love is nobler—to defy the past, Deny !—your love is merely natural ; Mine, against Nature, is the love Divine ! What crime is this? Thy pale Son’s martyrdom Cleansed earth from no such vile hypocrisy As this my mother’s. And I call thee, God, ° To witness ; and I call mankind to hear ; This is my faith: I live and die by it. I, nobler, cast away the infamy, Break with my hands these rotten barri- cades, [He p…
1905 · PDF PAGE 50
A SPRING SNOWSTORM IN WASTDALE 43 That crown I hope for shall be garlanded Of deathless flowers of equal bloom. And thou, O thou true lover, thou belovéd head And marble pallor of a prince's brow, At the cliff’s edge we stand together now ; The parting of our ways has come at last. Mine is the bitterest journey, as I trow, A man may take, so solitary, so vast, It binds the future now, and stultifies the past. Only the hope that God may reunite Our ways diverging, and make one again The deathless love that burns a beacon bright On the black deep…
1904 · PDF PAGE 48
36 BALLADE OF LAWN TENNIS And a very good piece of advice it was too (Chorus, please!) The score of life is at Love-all. ENVOI Nothing is like leather. The rhyme is passable—a task by no means small. Though its connection is certainly not obvious—still our cap has lost no feather :— Done it, by Jupiter! We can only say farewell, gentle reader, impressing on you the truth (put in Tennis language because this ballade is all about Tennis) that the score of life is at Love-all.
1919 · PDF PAGE 238
…cutive Power will see to it that these are encouraged by all possible means, and that breach of them is swiftly and silently suppressed. Love is the law, love under will. Our fatherly benediction, and the Blessing of the All- Father in the Outer and the Inner be upon you. BAPHOMET X°® O.T.O. IRELAND, IONA, AND ALL THE BRITAINS. 224
1905 · PDF PAGE 151
Of my own love across the lawn, As warm and tender as the dawn Tinting the snows of heaven-born hills, Enamelling the mountain rills With light’s chameleon-coloured dyes; So shone the love-light in grey eyes, Changing for laughter and for tears, Changeless for joy of myriad years. This, this endures; there is no lover, No loved one; all the ages cover These things from sight: but this abides Floating above the whelming tides Of time and space: abides for ever Whether the lovers join or sever. There is no change: the love exists Beyond the momen…
1912 · PDF PAGE 93
…y! while the Beast squats there, above Him, smiling on him; as he vows Wonderful deeds and fruitless flowers, He grows so maudlin in his love That even the knaves of his own house Mock at him in their merry hours. “God’s death!” raged Palamede, not wroth But irritated, “laugh ye so? Am I a jape for scullions ?” His curse came in a flaky froth. He seized a club, with blow on blow Breaking the knave’s unreverent sconce! “Thou mock the Questing Beast I chase, The Questing Beast I love? ’Od’s wounds!” Then sudden from the slave there brake A cachin…
1899 · PDF PAGE 92
84 THE TALE OF ARCHAIS In the arms of love we lie ; Music from the sky Tunes the hymeneal lyre that will echo till we die. God we feel is very nigh ; Soft, breeze, sigh While we kiss at last to slumber, And the varied number Of the forest songsters cry : This is immortality ; this is happiness for aye. Hush ! the music swells apace, Rolls its silver billows up Through the void demesne of space To the heavens azure cup ! Hush, my love, and sleep shall sigh This is immortality !
1910 · PDF PAGE 219
209 LE GOUT DE LINFINI I adore Thee as I do the Vault of Night, (O Vase of Sadness ! Silence of great might !) And love Thee more that Thou escapest me Dazzling my dreams, ironic subtlety That still adds league to leagueleagues limitless That keep the azure abyss from my caress ! I grip Gods throat, I grapple Him to terms So, to a corpse, a choir of coffin-worms ! Ah beast ! I love thee, cruel and uncontrolled, Even to that ice that burns when fire is cold.
1913 · PDF PAGE 48
KE®AAH AA THE SMOKING DOG"’ Each act of man is the twist and double of an hare. Love and Death are the greyhounds that course him. God bred the hounds and taketh His pleasure in the sport. This is the Comedy of Pan, that man should think he hunteth, while those hounds hunt him. There are no other comedies or tragedies. Cease then to be the mockery of God; in savagery of love and death live thou and die! Thus shall His laughter be thrilled through with Ecstasy.
1901 · PDF PAGE 53
…ream, and I drew My queen from the clasp of the water ; I crowned her with roses and blue, With yellow and lilies anew ; I called her my love and God’s daughter ! I gave her a sceptre of may, I gave her a girdle of green, I drew her to music and day, I led her the beautiful way To the land where the Winds lie between. So still lingers sun upon sea, Still twilight draws down to the world ; The light of my spirit is she, The soul of her love is in me ; Lithe kisses with music are curled. Like light on the meadows we dwell ; Like twilight clings h…
1903 · PDF PAGE 82
…n flowers, the wind’s low minstrelsy ; For all the tropic greenery is haunted By you and me. . . . . . . . The tall palms bend and catch love’s tender ditty To learn a sweeter song to lure their mate. The soft wind sighs in amorous self-pity, Having no love wherein to laugh elate, And turns to the cold harbour and the city, Wailing its fate. . . . . . . . 62
1907 · PDF PAGE 22
Or with a grace like God, a stealth like love, Pour on him from above Wine from the purple vats of death ? Nay ! tis no wondershall they wonder then, These bat-eyed newspaper-besotted men, If thou and I have found the Elixir rare That giveth Life to those whoso drinketh it, The Stone beyond compare, The harmony of the Circle and the Square, All that surpasseth mortal wit Even to imagine ? we have found it, Rose, Rose of the Stars, Rose of the utmost snows ! Where ? Where Love knows. 17
1910 · PDF PAGE 83
The First Joy of Union. 75 XVI THE JASMINE-JAR I am a bearded and a turbaned sar ;1 Thou art a boy more lovely than a star. Thou art mine own ; I beat thee sore indeed : More than thy beauty do I love the scar. I mocked thee, shamed thee. Men despise thee now. Well, it is well ! they come no more to mar Our loves ; we’ll wing through universal space, Borne in the moon’s chryselephantine car. Nor shall the bounds of heaven nor the walls Of Allah’s house to love be bond or bar.2 Nor shall the Thee make mischief with the Me, The Near be interrupte…
1910 · PDF PAGE 154
…. MAGDA Give me more money, Baa-Baa, for a kiss ; One of my kisses. ISSA Youdesh has the bag. (A pause.) Also I weary of thy sordidness. Love is at bottom a most noisome hag. Mother and brothers ! all the pageant passes Like a loud caravan of braying asses ; And now I — love thee ! in this hole of hell. A rotting camel by a dried-up well !
1905 · PDF PAGE 19
14 The imperfection underlying ever The perfect happiness. Thou knowest that not in flesh Lies the fair fresh Delight of Love ; not in mere lips and eyes The secret of these bridal ecstasies, Since thou art everywhere, Rose of the World, Rose of the Uttermost Abode of Glory, Rose of the High Host Of heaven, mystic, rapturous Rose ! The extreme passion glows Deep in this breast ; thou knowest (and love knows) How every word awakes its own reward In a thought akin to thee, a shadow of thee ; And every tune evokes its musical Lord ; And every …
1913 · PDF PAGE 211
…hat was in me That I could fuse my life with life of thee Such life was withered e' er it had begun . Yea , when we thought our bodies ' love had won Our very souls from longing to be free , And we were one , as waves and deep are sea , Time knew he gave such glory unto none . O love of mine , if I may not be thou , If all myself was never mine to give , If lone as we were born , we lone must live , ' Twas better , finer , to misunderstand The ways of love , than coldly touch thy hand , Content with chilly lips upon my brow . 192
1907 · PDF PAGE 38
… Division of the North wind and the South , The lightning of the armies of the Lord ; East rolled asunder from the rended West ; Height clove the depth ; the Voice begotten said : “ Divided be thy ways and limited ! ” Answered the reflux and the indrawn breath : “ Let there be Life , and Death !” ? Worthy of the author of “ The Marriage of Heaven and Hell !” “ Let there be Life and Death ,” and the link between these two is Love . Here we will give but one or two curious examples , dealing with the great songs of love in the next chapter . As a…