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THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 35 SONG OF APHRODITES HANDMAIDENS My dreams are sweet, because my heart is free Because our locks still mingle and lips meet, Because thine arms still hold me tenderly, My dreams are sweet. Visions of waters rippling by my feet, Trees that re-weave their branches lovingly, Birds that pass passionate on pinions fleet : Such quiet joys my eyes in slumber see— Let deaths keen sickle wander through the wheat ! I love not life oermuch ; since loving thee My dreams are sweet. Sing, little bird, it is dawn ; Chant, with the day …
1904 · PDF PAGE 51
…sudden wild accord The broadside for old England’s sake : The enemy could not afford Nelson and Rodney, Howe and Drake. On every English heart, engrossed In golden letters, tall and broad, Are the achievements of our host And the brave ships, whose horns have gored 39
1904 · PDF PAGE 130
…all night ! Bugger me gently, Bertie, or Ill blow off your balls with a fart ! Tinkety tunkety tinkety tunkety ! Softly now, dear heart ! O Bertie, Im in heaven ! I see the golden walls ! Tinkety tunkety tinkety tunkety ! Shove it up to the balls ! Jesus is waiting for me with the Holy Ghost up his bum : Tinkety tunkety tinkety tunk ! You bloody sod, youve come !
1906 · PDF PAGE 17
…well to anything. Work and be sober: dotage thinks By worth of words to slay the Sphinx. x. Things as they are—of these take hold, Their heart of wonder throb to thine! All things are matter and force and sense, No two alone. All’s one: the gold Of truth is no reward divine Of faith, but wage of evidence. The clod, the God, the spar, the star Mete in thy measure, as they are xi. So lifts the agony of the world From this mine head, that bowed awhile Before the terror suddenly shown. 9
1910 · PDF PAGE 220
… water my Sahara years, My swollen passions, maddening Shall swim upon thy sea of tears, Like ships beyond the bar that bound, And in my heart that they enlarge With hope thy dear sobs shall resound, A drummer rattling out the Charge ! For am I not a discord-note In Gods great anthemthanks to thee Black Irony with greedy throat That shaketh me, devoureth me Through my soft voice this harpy screams ! My blood, this viper-venom base ! I, the black mirror by whose gleams Megaera watches her own face.
1901 · PDF PAGE 67
…ight ; My soul is filled with the eternal love ; I am the brother of the Day and Night. I AM ! my spirit, and perhaps my mind ! But O my heart ! I left thy love behind ! W
1903 · PDF PAGE 74
…ne sole splendour that we prized ; And she, whose robe was far too slight to hide The babe-smooth breasts, was far to frail to cover Her heart’s true fire and music from her lover. 54
1911 · PDF PAGE 51
… chrism of crime ! Blanched face like a note on a clarion I Red mouth like the sun through simoon, typhoonl Hurricanes howl, howl in her heart; Serpents sleep in her smile; I hear Horrible happenings long ago, Direful deeds, weirds of woe, 43
1911 · PDF PAGE 51
… chrism of crime ! Blanched face like a note on a clarion I Red mouth like the sun through simoon, typhoonl Hurricanes howl, howl in her heart; Serpents sleep in her smile; I hear Horrible happenings long ago, Direful deeds, weirds of woe, 43
1907 · PDF PAGE 179
… me awoke, Making ime separate from the wings of life, Nothing avails me of the cruel strife With my own being : hideous sorrow fills My heart—O misery ! my wife! my wife! Stay ! if I cannot be the Absolute, Let me be man! discard the wailing lute And wake the lyre: the mightier than me Drag up the courage in me to dispute The battle with despair: awake the strings Stronger than earth, than the immortal kings Alike of death and life: invoke the sea That I may cross her on the viewless wings Of song, find out the desolating river That girds the …
1906 · PDF PAGE 119
ACTUS QUINTUS 113 How shall I come? _ Shrieking and yelling? Or quiet and dumb To the heart of the dwelling? Silently striding, Whispering terror Into their ears; Watching, abiding, Madness and error, Brooder of fears ! Thus will I bring Black Ares to honour, Draw the black sting Of the serpent upon her ! How foolish to fight With the warrior God Who brings victory bright Or defeat with a nod, Who standeth to smite With a spear and a rod! Here is the woman, Thinking no evil, Wielding the human By might of a devil ! But I will mock her With cunn…
1898 · PDF PAGE 130
… mind, wherein do work The horrid charnel-priests, whose loathly song Sickens my soul, and quells the spirit strong. Hell-fire within my heart ! and poisoned blood Through every vein and artery pours a flood
1903 · PDF PAGE 84
…ittle space ; Fear, lest they lose the moonlight frail and fleeting, Lose their own beauty in their own embrace, But feel how gladdening hearts and bosoms beating Kindle the face . . . . . . . . But not for long shall lilies strive with roses, Nor fear be fearful, nor delight repose, Nor love retire ; the woodland cleaves and closes Round heads an aureole hides, a rainbow shows. A swifter shape of fire cleaves us, encloses Rosebud and rose. . . . . . . . Mouth unto mouth ! O fairest ! Mutely lying, Fire lambent laid on water,—O ! the pain ! Kis…
1910 · PDF PAGE 108
THE RED STAR. 55 Each in its emerald pavilion Like the death-god’s majesty Burning his ensanguine pain In my blood, my heart, my brain. Yea ! with the scent of myrrh And musk, and oliban, and strange perfumes Begotten in pre-natal glooms When all was — what ? with infinite ambergris The excellent kiss Of Pan enshrouds me and invades. See how the night-borne shades Darken the grove ! There is no moon to-night The foul red star blots out the stars. So, Pan, thy love That brooks not any light Shall brand its shameful scars Even on this flesh — thi…
1903 · PDF PAGE 89
…nd left me mad, and led through joy and pain To that unthinkable thing : I might atone No whit in this way : then that stubborn stone My heart grew tears : we were good friends again. Therefore at night I added nothing new : Only a little while I lay with her And with mere kisses sucked her soul away, And made my banquet of immortal dew, Demanding nothing but to minister To her desire until the dawn grew grey. 69
1903 · PDF PAGE 95
…might be dead, And I cursed heaven and my foolish head. I strove to turn towards old shapes of Art ; She, to some phantom faded from her heart. 75
1903 · PDF PAGE 35
…y and ancient hills, the scalps Of hoary hills, the rattling shock Of avalanche adown the hills— Why, what but you, your image, fills My heart in these? I want you there. For whom but you do I ply pen, Talk with unmentionable men E 33
1898 · PDF PAGE 50
…With maddening fangs those firm white bosom towers, To tear those lithe voluptuous limbs apart And glut my ravening soul with vengeance. Heart Quickens as she draws near ; the scent of flowers Breathes round her damnéd presence. Shall she live To triumph with those tainted lips of song— She whispered “ Dearest, I have kept thee long ” I flung myself before her, “ Love, forgive ! ”
1899 · PDF PAGE 169
…t, and foam, then darkness. On my eyes | Sits heaviness, the poor worn body lies Devoid of nerve and muscle ; it were death Save for the heart that throbs, the breast that sighs. The brain reels drowsily, the mind is dulled, Deadened and drowned by noises that are lulled By the harsh poison of the hateful breath. All sense and sound and seeing is annulled. Within a body dead a deadened brain Beats with the burden of a shameful! pain, The sullen agony that dares to think, And think through sleep, and wake to think again. Fools! bitter fools! Our…
1903 · PDF PAGE 102
…e my love smoothed the pillows for my head : Her calm looks christened me with dew to still All chance of fever to the soul, and fill My heart with pure love like a snowfall shed Meekly, a blossom where frail white and red Were never frenzied at some mad god’s will. She sat and gazed upon me all day long. Sometimes she held my hands ; then she would weep, And then stoop tenderly and kiss my lips, Or lull me with some chaste and gentle song Of angel love. Night’s plume its dewfall drips As she still sits and watches me to sleep. 82