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Page 26 of 671911 · PDF PAGE 278
…nt indigo, Shot with some violet ray ; And all the vision flames across the horizon The millionth of no time—and when we say: Hail !—Thou art gone! The Moon is dark beside thy crown ; the Sun Seems a pale image of thy body bare; And for thine hair Flash comets lustrous with the dewfall rare Of tears of that most memorable One, The radiant Queen, the veiléd Paphiani The wings of light divine Beneath thy body shine ; The invisible Rayed with some tangible flame, Seeking to formulate a name,
1911 · PDF PAGE 278
…nt indigo, Shot with some violet ray ; And all the vision flames across the horizon The millionth of no time—and when we say: Hail !—Thou art gone! The Moon is dark beside thy crown ; the Sun Seems a pale image of thy body bare; And for thine hair Flash comets lustrous with the dewfall rare Of tears of that most memorable One, The radiant Queen, the veiléd Paphiani The wings of light divine Beneath thy body shine ; The invisible Rayed with some tangible flame, Seeking to formulate a name,
1913 · PDF PAGE 189
…ail not for shelter over the dim world. And so am I closely curled Upon myself, with petals still, still furled. .. . Over the plains of Art with scornful feet And trailing amber robes, a nymph of time Floats, nimbly fleet Before the vision, And in derision She mocks me for my rime, Mocks me with song most sweet, Most utterly sweet, and I, Who have slain the shells Of the gods who haunted me And flaunted me, Lie, Listening to the spells That she hath woven about me. Yea! should she flout me, 151
1913 · PDF PAGE 189
…ail not for shelter over the dim world. And so am I closely curled Upon myself, with petals still, still furled. .. . Over the plains of Art with scornful feet And trailing amber robes, a nymph of time Floats, nimbly fleet Before the vision, And in derision She mocks me for my rime, Mocks me with song most sweet, Most utterly sweet, and I, Who have slain the shells Of the gods who haunted me And flaunted me, Lie, Listening to the spells That she hath woven about me. Yea! should she flout me, 151
1899 · PDF PAGE 84
…ister—O our sister ! Moon and sun and stars have kissed her She must touch the lips of death, Touch the lips whose coldness saith : Thou art clay. Let us fare away, away To the ice whose ocean gray Tumbles on the beach of rock, Where the wheeling vultures mock Our distress with horrid cries, Where the flower relenting dies, And the sun is sharp to slay ; Where the ivory dome above Glimmers like the dawn of love On the weary way ; Where the ibex chant and call Over tempest’s funeral ; Where the horndd beast is shrill, And the eagle hath his will…
1903 · PDF PAGE 25
… stage and bends over it. Criospa lifts it up and offers it reverently.| Maurya. Methinks anticipation o’ the event Shoots in my veins, darting delight. Why, this is strange ! I am losing myself. Criosda ! The walls of the world fall back with a crash. Where is all this? Iam out of myself: I expand. O Maurya, where art thou, little phantom of myriads of agesago? What a memory! Ah, Ah! She is falling. [Maurya staggers. Criospa, who has been watching her narrowly, catches her and lays her tenderly on the altar.| Oh, what happiness, what happiness…
1905 · PDF PAGE 83
78 THE HERMIT’S HYMN TO SOLITUDE Not in the laughter loud, Nor crying of the crowd, But in the farthest sea, the yet untravelled land. Where thou hast trodden, I have trod ; Thy folk have been my folk, and thine abode Mine, and thy life my life, and thou, who art thy God, my God. VII Draw me with cords that are not ; witch me chanted Spells never heard nor open to the ear, Woven of silence, moulded in the haunted Houses where dead men linger year by year. I have no fear To tread thy far irremeable way Beyond the paths and palaces of day, Beyond…
1910 · PDF PAGE 473
…the sea with shining face To know at last the Bounteous Breath, To taste the Goodly Gift of Grace. Ah! Palamede, thou hast mistook! Thou art the butt of all confusion! Not to be written in my book Is this most drastic disillusion! So weak and ill was he, I doubt If he might hear the royal feast Of laughter that came rolling out Afar from that elusive Beast. G 97
1910 · PDF PAGE 473
…the sea with shining face To know at last the Bounteous Breath, To taste the Goodly Gift of Grace. Ah! Palamede, thou hast mistook! Thou art the butt of all confusion! Not to be written in my book Is this most drastic disillusion! So weak and ill was he, I doubt If he might hear the royal feast Of laughter that came rolling out Afar from that elusive Beast. G 97
1910 · PDF PAGE 107
…s throat Like an enchanted harp that playeth Melodies, melodies magniloquent of death. Yea ! o thou golden wan strange-smiling one, Thou art not only cold. Thine ivory came from fierce bull-elephants That trampled Persians in their battle-rage ; Thy gold was found by men most grave and sage Among the sands of a strange river. How my breast pants ! How my sides quiver ! Surely the breath of God is bubbling in These veins, their blood that held its calm discourse Lit with electric force By Him for whom I have done sin, Sin grievous against every …
1913 · PDF PAGE 131
… the ghost of now ? " And straight his shrunken lips began To pipe shrill words he might not speak Oh master , oh my master , man , Thou art so strong : I am so weak ! I wander naked , cold , and blind ; Leave me no longer in the night : Pity the creature of thy mind : Give back the warmth , give back the light . A thousand , thousand years of time I drank men 's blood , I drew their thought : Dwelt in an ecstasy sublime , And what I would superbly wrought . And man that made me , weeting not The thing he fashioned did believe Himself the creat…
1910 · PDF PAGE 51
… in the womb of Night! O son of my bowels to the Lord of Light! O man of mine that hast covered me From the shame of my virginity! Where art thou? Is it not Apep thy brother, The snake in my womb that am thy mother, That hath slain thee by violence girt with guile, And scattered thy limbs on the Nile? Lo! I lament. I have forged a whirling Star: I seek Asar. O Nepti, sister! Arise in the dusk From thy chamber of mystery and musk! Come with me, though weary the way, To bring back his life to the rended clay! See! are not these the hands that wov…
1910 · PDF PAGE 51
… in the womb of Night! O son of my bowels to the Lord of Light! O man of mine that hast covered me From the shame of my virginity! Where art thou? Is it not Apep thy brother, The snake in my womb that am thy mother, That hath slain thee by violence girt with guile, And scattered thy limbs on the Nile? Lo! I lament. I have forged a whirling Star: I seek Asar. O Nepti, sister! Arise in the dusk From thy chamber of mystery and musk! Come with me, though weary the way, To bring back his life to the rended clay! See! are not these the hands that wov…
1910 · PDF PAGE 81
…! but some evil things have brooded here Over the sleepers. May it be indeed The truth that some strange fate threatens the world ? That Art and Love and Beauty, to renew Their glory, must be bathed in their own blood ? But who shall understand the Soul of Pan ? Involved in All and still apart from All ! For steeped therein as I am all my life, I know but exquisite beatitude, Knowing the whole, Then who shall know or care What may befall the part ? One must remain ; Many must change. Then all is well. The strife Is but the ferment of the forwar…
1906 · PDF PAGE 58
…n state! O woman without change or joy or date I await thy oracle as the Delphian stone’s ! Desunt cetera, LA COUREUSE. Written in the Quartier Latin, Paris. A FADED skirt, a silken petticoat, A little jacket, a small shapely shoe, A toque. A symphony in gray and blue, The child ripples, the conquering master-note Subtlety. Faint, stray showers of twilight float In shadows round the well-poised head ; dark, true, Joyous the eyes laugh—and are weeping too, For all the victory of her royal throat. She showed her purse with tantalising’ prace # So…
1901 · PDF PAGE 24
…h ? Yea, even as I ! But I, O Most Mighty, invoke Thee, Whose footsteps are in the Unknown. My cries were the cries that awoke Thee, Upstarting in arms from Thy Throne ! I call Thee, I pray Thee, I chide Thee, Whose glory my foes have abhorred. My spirit is fixed, may abide Thee, Awake the Invisible Sword. For Thou art the Lord ! Look down upon earth and behold us Few folk who have sworn to be free. Past days, when the traitors had sold us, We trample ; we call upon Thee ! Look Thou on the armed ones, the furious, The Saxons ! they brandish the…
1901 · PDF PAGE 57
…ous Wrath in the light, and knows his place; For hate of a mother is ill, and the lightning flashes, But foil a harlot’s will, burn the earth to ashes, Cleanse the incestuous sty of a whore’s desire, Scatter the dung to the sky, and burn her with fire! So the avenging master shall cleanse his fate of shame, Set his seal of disaster, a royal seal to his name. [Exeunt. PACHAD. I am not Horus, but I shall be king. Enter LEPER. THE LEPER. I am a leper, but I am the king. PACHAD. Monstrous illegible horror, let thy mouth Frame from its charnel-house…
1910 · PDF PAGE 86
76 THE GOD AND THE GIRL Yet the God smiled ; for in his heart there grew Nursed at dawns breast, and watered by its dew, That seed that is not bought and is not sold Of veritable, vegetable gold. Whereat he marvelled. In Eternity There only lived one wiser God than he. He posed his Why ? . Young God ! He made retort ; Know, the first matter of the Work is naught. Know, the pure gold is naught : for all decays. It is the Working of the Work that pays ! More, thou mistakest in thy mind of mist Matter for man, and dung for alchemist.…
1912 · PDF PAGE 106
…d knight, in sooth,” Answered Sir Palamede, “not I Presume to assert the idlest truth ; And here, by this good ear and eye, I grant thou art Sir Palamede. But—try the first and final test If thou or I be he. Take heed!” He backed his horse, covered his breast, Drove his spurs home, and rode upon That knight. His lance-head fairly struck The barred strength of his morion, And rolled the stranger in the muck. “ Now, by God’s death!” quoth Palamede, His sword at work, “I will not leave So much of thee as God might feed His sparrows with. As I beli…
1913 · PDF PAGE 187
…Nothing at all to thee, Who sang thee when no other man would sing thee, Who brought unto thee all that he could bring thee. Night, that art mother of our quietness, Who bendest deep, dark eyes o’er our distress, In thee shall sleep his ashes ; let him lie Alone under the sky, Nor wake again : He hath paid for his life with his pain. He oweth naught Unto the universe, 149