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Page 27 of 1121903 · PDF PAGE 91
…, changed the native deed of sin Into a spasmic kiss too salt and keen, Windless, that ended with a sterile sting The earlier hour whose heart was full of spring ; And the large love grew piteously lean ; Dreadful, like death ; withdrawn and epicene At the mad crisis of the eventful thing. O that such tender fondness like a flower’s Should take such nameless infamy ! That we Should pluck such bitter bloom, rooted in fear, Salt with the scurf of some diseaséd sea, Foul with the curse of God : that we are here, Hating the night’s inexorable hours…
1905 · PDF PAGE 116
…t in some wizard wise— The frozen look—the miserable man ! What sudden barb of what detested dart Springs from Apollo’s bowstring to his heart ? On sense-dulled ears what Voice rings the decree ? “ For thee the women burn : the wine is cool : For thee the fresco and the fruit—thou fool ! This night thy soul shall be required of thee ! ” III
1910 · PDF PAGE 235
225 EPILOGUE TO PETITS POEMES EN PROSE MINE heart at ease, I climbed the promontory Whence one may contemplate the town out-spread : Hospital, brothel, jail, hell, purgatory, Where each thing monstrous rears its prospered head ! Well knowst Thou, Satan (ease this woe of mine !) I went not thither futile tears to shed ; But, an old lecher withs old concubine, To madden sense on the enormous bitch Whose hellish charm pours youth from me like wine ! Whether thou sleep in mornings sheets (dear witch !) Heavy, obscure, and chill ; or preen th…
1912 · PDF PAGE 73
…il Upon the forehead of the spring. Here in a plunging galleon Sir Palamede, a listless drone, Drifts desperately on—and on— And on—with heart and eyes of stone. The deep-scarred brain of him is healed With wind and sea and star and sun, The assoiling grace that God revealed For gree and bounteous benison. Ah! still he trusts the recreant brain, Thrown in a thousand tourney-justs ; Still he raves on in reason-strain With senseless “oughts” and fatuous “ musts.” “ All the delusions ” (argueth The ass), “all uproars, surely rise From that curst M…
1913 · PDF PAGE 21
…ounts not the days. Arise ye bards, that ye quicken The pulse of our soul, that the strong In your music be stronger , the stricken Take heart in your song ! HOAR FROST. AIRIES in the night have been , T With the moon alone to see , And about the ivy's green Wrought a silver filigree ; Bound the jasmin to the wall With a flimsy , flashing wire ; Turned the pampas grasses tall Into standing tongues of fire ;
1905 · PDF PAGE 217
… dispense The oil that flows from that supernal star, And holy fountains of the Influence.! Bring peace, and strength, and quicken in my heart Mastery of night-fear and the day-flung dart. , Yea! from the limit of the fallen day, And barren ocean of ungathered Time, Bring Night, and bring Eternity, and stay With white wings pointing where tired feet may climb: Even the pathway where shed blood ran deep To build red roses in the land of Sleep. O guardian of the pallid hours of night ! O tireless watcher of the smitten noon ! O sworded with the m…
1898 · PDF PAGE 69
…r, and waves his old majestic locks About his head. There fell upon my ear : “ O soul contemplative of distant things, Who hast a poet’s heart, even if thy pen Be dry and barren, who dost hold Love dear, Speed forth this message on the fiery wings Of stinging song to all the race of men : That they have hope ; for we are happy here.” 59
1902 · PDF PAGE 74
…s dagger ! At the miracle Of a moment when our lips are fastened close Once more, in the unutterable kiss,. Drive its sharp spirit to my heart ! TannhAuser. Not I! I know the spell. I am warned. I will begone. Venus. I swear I will not let thee ! Thinkest thou So long I have held thee not to have the power To hold thee still by charm, or love, or force ? Fool, for I hate thee ! I will have thy life ! TannhAuser. Where is the cavern in the mountain side, The accursed gateway of this house of Hell ? Venus. Thou canst not find it ! Fool ! TannhAus…
1904 · PDF PAGE 47
… ! shame ! shame ! Tell me you have not read it, Sir Percy ! SIR PERCY. Some I did read — How know you my name ? ANGELA. I read it in my heart. O but I am ashamed to speak to you ! Or would be were not that name as a brand to blot out all feeling from me for evermore. SIR PERCY aside. How she speaks ! It is indeed an angel singing. (Aloud.) Indeed, I read too far. ANGELA. Pity me ! SIR PERCY. Dear lady, the joy to know, and so perfectly to express such love is enough. ANGELA. You mock me ! That girl — do you in truth love her ? She is most beau…
1913 · PDF PAGE 65
…and waves his old majestic locks About his head . There fell upon my ear ; “ O soul contemplative of distant things , Who hast a poet 's heart , even if thy pen Be dry and barren , who dost hold love dear , Speed forth this message on the fiery wings Of stinging song to all the race of men ; That they have hope ; for we are happy here ."
1913 · PDF PAGE 199
…hat is fled afar, this is soft, and gentle, and dead ; That passed away on the stream of night ; that flows and flows and flows From the heart of a faded Rose. XII THE SEER Over the billows Of soft green grass, Under the willows, The gray sprites pass. In twilight’s glamour The shadows grow,— Cadent life’s clamour ! So low, so low, That the world is hushed As the white light pales ; No longer flushed The daylight fails ; The fading light No longer glows In the west; the night Still deeper grows: O secret Rose ! O secret Rose! O secret Name! The…
1913 · PDF PAGE 199
…hat is fled afar, this is soft, and gentle, and dead ; That passed away on the stream of night ; that flows and flows and flows From the heart of a faded Rose. XII THE SEER Over the billows Of soft green grass, Under the willows, The gray sprites pass. In twilight’s glamour The shadows grow,— Cadent life’s clamour ! So low, so low, That the world is hushed As the white light pales ; No longer flushed The daylight fails ; The fading light No longer glows In the west; the night Still deeper grows: O secret Rose ! O secret Rose! O secret Name! The…
1930 · PDF PAGE 130
…tion. 3. Thou shalt mingle thy life with the universal life. Thou shalt keep not back one drop. 4» Then shall thy brain be dumb, and thy heart beat no more, and ail thy life shall go from thee; and thou shalt be cast out upon the midden, and the birds of the air shall feast upon thy flesh, and thy bones shall whiten in the sun. 5. Then shall the winds gather themselves together and bear thee up as it were a little heap of dust in a sheet that hath four corners, and they shall give it unto the guardian of the Abyss. 6. And because there is no li…
1901 · PDF PAGE 21
…ly thy victorious sword ! Wagner ! creator of a world of light As beautiful as God’s, bend down to me, And whisper me the secrets of thy heart, That I may follow and dispel the night, And fight life through, a comrade unto thee, Under Love’s banner with the sword of Art ! O
1910 · PDF PAGE 70
…on a corpse, afloat With life that takes its thirst Only from things accurst. Closer than Clodias clasp, Death had me down To his black heart, and fed upon my breath, So that we seemed a stillnesswhiter than The stars, more silent than the stars, a crown Of stars ! For in the icy kiss of death I found that God that is denied to man So long as love and thought And life avail him aught.
1910 · PDF PAGE 69
…r oh ! my lover, I never did see So goodly a company. HERACLITUS Wait but a moment — stand apart, Revolving the light in thine innermost heart ! Content not the soul with the skin of the grape ! — But the truer sense than the eye and the ear Make to appear ! CHRYSIPPUS Verily, master, I obey. I travel the exalted way. I pierce the sense ; I gain the goal, Distill the essence of the soul — HERACLEITUS I shroud thee in the web of wool. I lift the burden of the bull. Lion and eagle ! dart ye forth Into the cold clime of the North,
1913 · PDF PAGE 94
…ars back I The streets of Camden Town, I splendid in my suit of black And she divine in brown. Hers was a proud and noble face, A secret heart , and eyes Like water in a lonely place Beneath unclouded skies . A bed , a chest, a faded mat And broken chairs a few , Were all we had to grace our flat In Hazel Avenue . But I could walk to Hampstead Heath And crown her head with daisies, And watch the streaming world beneath And men with other Maisies . When I was ill and she was pale And empty stood our store , She left the latchkey on its nail And …
1928 · PDF PAGE 184
EPILOGUE In happiness of heart I mount these heights Where I can watch my city hour by hour; Her hells and hospitals and bawdy light, Where every evil opens like a flower. You know, o Satan, lord of my grief unsung, I go not down to weep against your power, But like an old tramp in rotting dung Rather would I get drunk with this great whore Whose rank infernal charm preserves me young. And if in sheets obscure she still must snore, A bleary bitch, or like a young girl go Tripping in veils of evening, gold once more, I love you, o my city, in yo…
1905 · PDF PAGE 195
…ak and save! I stare and stare until mine eyes are blind— There was no jewel in the ring she gave ! | My face grows grim and Oh! my pure heart! Adulterous love began So subtly to identify the man With its own perfumed thoughts. the grape Into the furtive brain—-a spirit shape Kisses my spirit as no woman can. 1 love her—yes; and I have no escape. So steals I never spoke, I never looked! But she Saw through the curtains of the soul of me, And loved me also! It is very well. Tam well started on the road to Hell. Loved, and no sin done! Ay, the wo…
1898 · PDF PAGE 99
…rough the vast ; We shall disdain, clasp vaster yet, and mock his newer pangs, and call With stars and voices musical, jeers his touched heart shall not forget. I would have pitied him. This flower spits blood upon him, so must I Cast ashes through the misty sky to mock his faded crown of power,