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…mediate resounds The noise he hath sought so long: appears There quest a thirty couple hounds Within its belly as it bounds. Lifting his eyes, he sees at last The beast he seeks: ’tis like an hart. Ever it courseth far and fast. Sir Palamede is sore aghast, 35
226 COLLOQUE SENTIMENTAL IN the ancient frozen solitary park Two figures passed anonnow mark ! Their eyes are dead, their lips are soft and grey ; One scarce can hear the words they say. In the ancient frozen solitary part Two ghosts evoke the pastoh hark ! Dost thou remember our old ecstasy ? Why do you wish to remind me ? Does thy heart beat still at my name, and glow ? Seest thou my soul in dreams, dear ? No. Ah ! the fair days of joyaunce and of gree When our mouths kissed, ah kissed ! Maybe ! How blue the sky…
… turned their faces hard and bold And brown and freshened by the cold , And stared at me in gypsy wise With shrewd , unfriendly , savage eyes. No word they said , no more dared I , And so we passed each other by The only living things that met In all those miles of mist and wet .
…in vain Love—lies—slain ! Madness and Terror and the deadly mood of Fortitude, A misbegotten brood Of all things shameful—O the desolate eyes Of the cold Christ enthroned! The weep- ing heaven Answers for angels: the oppressive skies See them dislink from bodily form and shape, Unloved and unforgiven, Unwept, unpenitent, unshriven! Their hell of horror knows no gate of any escape. This tragedy is terrible to me. Even I, its spirit, shudder as I see ; I, passionless, the moulder of men’s hope, The slayer of them, cast no horoscope Divining what …
…of the bubbling pine. In the green heart o’ th’ salamander line They scatter roses. Now the youngsters spring Within, who with hard-shut eyes hope to bring From out the fiery circle one divine Blossom of rose, as from a poisonous mine Gold comes to gird the palace of a king. Envious I sprang—and found the last rose gone. So in the fiery ring of wedlock, blind, Mad, one may leap, no rose perhaps to find (Or, if no rose, good fortune finds no thorn), But—mark the difference—palpable and plain Rose or no rose, one leaps not out again. I
THE FIFTH DAY “ Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine.” Richard III. All thought of work is almost cast aside. I followed like a dog the way she went, Speaking but seldom, very well content To day-dream, oft imagining a bride, A wife, a lover, even a sister, tied By some soft bond of twinning : thus I blent A real joy with a brighter element Of fancy free to wander far and wide. For as I followed by the shore and bended Over her footsteps in the wood, my will Rose to high strength assertive and transcended The petty forms of the seducer’s …
ST PATRICK’S DAY 1902 Written at Delhi. O GOOD St Patrick, turn again Thy mild eyes to the Western main ! Shalt thou be silent ? thou forget ? Are there no snakes in Ireland yet ? Death to the Saxon ! Slay nor spare ! O God of Justice, hear us swear ! The iron Saxon’s bloody hand Metes out his murder on the land. The light of Erin is forlorn. The country fades : the people mourn. Of land bereft, of right beguiled, Starved, tortured, murdered, or exiled ; Of freedom robbed, of faith cajoled, In secret councils bought and sold ! Their weapons are…
… of the day, the steely ray flung off his shield. She kneels, yon spirit of the earth; she kneels and looks toward the east. In her gray eyes awakes the beast from slumber into druid mirth. She is amazed, she eager, she, exotic orchid of the glade! She waits the ripe, exultant blade, life tempered by eternity. 40
… of day is duly run, And men, the children of the sun, Turn them to sleep ; but I awake For Mary’s sake—for Mary’s sake. And while these eyes outwatch the stars My soul runs through the golden bars. O clusters that with warp and woof Make up Fate’s web, I stand aloof. The child of Mary stands apart Both from the terror and the dart. No fear, no evil can engage The knight of Mary’s pilgrimage. So in this still and solemn hour Of vigil we proclaim Thy power. Thy benediction, like a balm, Unite our ardour with our calm, And ere the black night pal…
Victor B . Neuburg . THE CREATION OF EVE. (After Blake ' s Picture .) SOFTLY she rises , with a child 's clear eyes ; The male still sleeps , the god instructeth her Who , with his fellows , did of late confer On her , who should complete this paradise ; In perfect wisdom he has made her rise ; She stands new - born , the utmost worshipper , For in her being 's depths doth slowly stir The royal knowledge : she is wholly wise . The mystic moon o' erhangs her , whence of late The gods to earth transferred their charge , and she , The perfect Moth…
…unalterable law Shudder within their spheres, as to him came His master’s spirit, like a tongue of flame, To touch his lips and ears and eyes and hands With that pale amber that divides the lands Of sense and spirit, and beheld him quail 67
… appear, Prodigious offspring of the fatal graft ? The worst has happened. Time must now discover What love had hidden from the wittol’s eyes (What hate may tell him if he read my song, If he be subtle : not if he be wise) In our despair came laughter to my lover : “ All’s well as yet. I calculated wrong.” 81
…d the starry fold Where a darkling orb is rolled. There, beneath a grove of yew, Plays a babe. Should I despise Such a foam of gold, and eyes Burning berylline, so blue That the sun seems peeping through ? Did I swoop, were Heaven amazed ? With my beak I strike but once ; Out there leap a million suns. Through the universe that blazed Screams their light, and death is dazed. In my womb the babe may leap ; Seek him not within mine eye ! Nor demand thou of me why I should plunge from crystal steep Like a plummet to the deep !
… of day is duly run, And men, the children of the sun, Turn them to sleep ; but I awake For Mary’s sake—for Mary’s sake. And while these eyes outwatch the stars My soul runs through the golden bars. O clusters that with warp and woof Make up Fate’s web, I stand aloof. The child of Mary stands apart Both from the terror and the dart. No fear, no evil can engage The knight of Mary’s pilgrimage. So in this still and solemn hour Of vigil we proclaim Thy power. Thy benediction, like a balm, Unite our ardour with our calm, And ere the black night pal…
Aurcta. The secret’s in a kiss. Here are no kisses. Here great Artemis Rules; only in the woodland may a man Hide his eyes from her, pledge himself to Pan. Come! through the tangled arches Of cypresses and larches, Stoop; under Artemis we walked upright; But this is Pan’s home, and the House of Night. (They enter the wood. Crassus. So when I stoop, my cheek comes close to yours. Give mea kiss. Autcta. The poisonous apple lures ‘Thus the boy’s mouth. Beware! Crassus. O you ate fairl Fairer than ever! In this tangle of trees, ‘Your hot breath wra…
… forth, free among men, With just a notebook and a pen. fool ! AU CAVEAU DES INNOCENTS. Oct, 28, 1904. NiGut, like a devil, with lidless eyes, Stands avenging over the Halls. Sleep there is none, for day awaits Tokens of toil; there is none that dies, Death being rest; there is none that calls, Voice being human; only the Fates Rattle the dice at a sombre game, Game without goal of peace or fame. Sinister, sombre, horrors and hates Lurk in the shadows, under the walls. Light deceives, and the darkness lies. Love there is none; he is child of pe…
…nd I’ll get the waiter.” I looked at Lamus, who had not uttered a word since his original greeting. There was something appalling in his eyes; they didn’t focus on the foreground. was only an incident of utter insignificance in an illimit- able landscape. His eyes were parallel; they were looking at infinity. Nothing mattered to him. I hated the beast | , By this time the waiter had approached.
…te fingers Creep through the desire of the pines ; The promise is flashed into being, Tremendous and florid and proud, To be seen by the eyes of the seeing, A bow in the cloud. O flamed through the sky as a harlot In splendour transcendent and bold, With purple and crimson and scarlet And azure and olive and gold ! O melting to magic and mystery, As clouds fly to heaven again, And holy Hyperion’s history Is flashed into rain ! O Godhead of glory through anguish ! O Christ shone through Magdalen’s tears ! Thy sons on the universe languish In iro…
…ld That twined in marvellous love-locks manifold Around her brow ; Mens lusts and womens woes Had not drawn nigh to dim those luminous eyes Full of strange longings, dreams not under- stood, Nor drawn around them th amethystine hood That lifes dark pencil drawn, and in no wise Was the soft bloom departed from the cheek, Clear, more of rose than of ivory. Nor had Shame And Lust made rich and full and ripe and red The dainty child-lips, nor made fierce and sleek The subtle smile that flickered as a flame About her lips and lightly came and fl…
…r : in my patchwork brain Some rag of passion tears its woof asunder. Strange, that its own insatiable pain Should find an opiate in her eyes of wonder ! Yes, though I hate her well enough to kill, I know that then my soul would love her still. H