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…eld, And the children of Ammon are broken, their princes and warriors yield. The captain is chosen for fight, The light of his eye is as fire, And his hand is hardy of might And heavy as dead desire; _— And the sword of the Lord and of Jephthah shall build our dead women a pyre.
…the hearts of kings. Anon, and I am driven out In desert places by desire ; My mouth is salt and dry ; I doubt If hell hath such another fire ; If Gods damnation can devise A lust to match these agonies. The desert wind my body burns, The voice of flesh consumes my soul ;
…an in shadow. He draws back and .Stands watching. PERCY. Oh, you are crying, my heart! Do you cry because I have spoken and touched with fire the sweet child- love we have lived in all this year? Or is it that you do not understand? Or are you sorry? Or are you glad? | ESME. I am very, very glad. [They kiss. A iittle cloud passes across the moon without dimming its brightness.] Percy! Percy! Pore. dob ERCY. My wife,my own wrfe; will you kiss me? ESME, I am too happy to kiss you!
…, When the west wind lately breathed Murmurs in the wanton glade Of the day that dawneth late In a maiden’s horoscope, Dawning faith and fire and hope On the spring that only knew Flowers and butterflies and dew, Skies and seas and mountains blue, On the spring that wot not of Fruit and falling leaves and love ; Never dew-dashed foreheads fair Shall salute the idle air; Never feet shall wander deep | Where the fronds of fern, asleep, Kiss her rosy feet that pass On the spangled summer grass, Half awake, and drowse again ; Never more our feet sh…
Is fire and amber. Then I came away :— I heard of knights no better horsed than I, No better sworded, with no gift of song, Who, caught by one ineffable desire, Rode on by old mysterious watersheds, Traversed strange seas, or battled with strange folk, Held vigil in wild forests, all to seek The vision of the Holy Grail. And I Rode forth on that same foolish wandering ; And found a-many ventures on the way ; At last an old Egyptian ; who bestowed The magic word, which, when I had pronounced, Called up thine evil corpse-light in the sky. He ridd…
…Seductive, sombre, moving amorously. Droop the long eyelids, purple with young blood. The lazy lashes and the flowing mane. The flame of fire from head to feet of me ! K 73
… call her mine ? And the fool’s and the wise man’s anguish Are burnt in the bitter shrine. The god is far as the stars, and the wine and fire Salt with desire. Desunt cetera.
COMPLETION FOUR OF WANDS This card refers to Chesed in the suit of Fire. Being below the Abyss, it is the Lord of all manifested active Power. The original Will of the Two has been transmitted through the Three, and is now built up into a solid system:—Order, Law, Government. It is also referred to Venus in Aries, which indicates that one cannot establish one’s work without tact and gentle‐ ness. The wands are headed by the Ram, sacred to Chesed, the Father‐god Amoun‐Ra, as also to Aries; but at the other end of the wands are the Doves of Venus…
40 JEPHTHAH. _ And other dawns more deep and wise Burn awful in his holy eyes. A moment, and the fire is low Upon the black. stone of the altar, The spilt blood eagerly doth glow, And lightnings lick the light, and falter, Feeling the vast Shekinah shine Above their excellence divine. The Lord is gracious to His own, And hides with glory as a mist The sacrifice and smitten stone, And on the lips His presence kissed Burn the high vows with ample flame That He shall swear to by the Name. JEPHTHAH. Highest of Highest, most Concealed of all, Most H…
…sure never come to birth. The endless, infinite desire of years. I am the shrine at which thy long desire Devoured thee with intolerable fire. I was song, music, passion, death, upon thy lyre — Thy lyre ! I am the Grail and I the Glory now : I am the flame and fuel of thy breast ; I am the star of God upon thy brow ; I am thy queen, enraptured and possessed. 28
…the lucky deaf hurt.) SCENE II SIR PERCY PERCIVALE, on a mountain summit. No higher ? No higher ? All hell is my portion. My mouth is as fire ; My thought an abortion. This is the summit ?
And ever nearer to the scarlet slash I clomb, where the strange perfumes struck me like a lash And the dread fires scorched up my life. There, O insufferable delight I mock with the weak word of wife, I was sucked down into the crater rim, Into the crimson damask dim Candescent cave of night O then I mock myself with words ! They are like cardinal-coloured birds And honey-coloured doves : Yet one thing mortal serves to name another As mortal as itself. Why must our deathless loves Be stained by the black-hearted mother That called things by de…
…ing flames on ruddy walls , On books in ancient oaken stalls , And those few prints I fain would praise ; Where cushioned low before the fire Perhaps may be my heart 's desire . 100
…es Leviathan is strong, Whose secret terror sweetens not for song. The hoarse loud roar of gulphs of raging brine That break in foam and fire on that divine Cliff-base, is smothered in the misty air, And no sound penetrates them, save a rare Music of sombre motion, swaying slow. The sky above is one dark indigo Voiceless and deep, no light is hard within To shame love's lips and rouse the silky skin
…an in shadow. He draws back and .Stands watching. PERCY. Oh, you are crying, my heart! Do you cry because I have spoken and touched with fire the sweet child- love we have lived in all this year? Or is it that you do not understand? Or are you sorry? Or are you glad? | ESME. I am very, very glad. [They kiss. A iittle cloud passes across the moon without dimming its brightness.] Percy! Percy! Pore. dob ERCY. My wife,my own wrfe; will you kiss me? ESME, I am too happy to kiss you!
…o yonder shore That is no earthly shore, but guards the coast Of that which is from that which is to be; Wherefore it kindles no evasive fire Nor blazes through the night, but lies forgotten Gray in the twilight; never a star is out To light the broad horizon ; only here Behind us cluster lamps, and busy sounds Of men proclaim a city; but to us They are not here; for we, because we love, Are not of earth, but, as the immortals, stand With eyes immutable; our souls are fed On a strange new nepenthe from the cup Of the vast firmament. Nor do we d…
…leansed ! The house of her That cowed the world with her malignant frown, And drove the Celt to exile and despair, Is battered now—God’s fire destroys the town ; London admits God’s air. They scorned the god that made them ; yea, they said : “ Lords of this globe, the Saxon race, are we. “ Europe before us lies, as men lie dead ; “ Britannia—ho ! Britannia rules the sea ! ” This night thy kingdom shall be finishèd, Thy soul required of thee. Hail ! France ! Because thy freedom hath rebelled Against the alien, and the golden yoke ; Because thy j…
…ear are driven Before the avenging levin That rives the opening skies, Behold that Formless and that Holy Flame That hath no name ; That Fire that darts and flashes, writhes and creeps Snake-wise in royal robe, Wound round that vanished glory of the globe. Unto that sky beyond the starry deeps, Beyond the Toils of Time — then formulate In thine own mind, luminous, concentrate, The Lion of the Light, a child that stands On the vast shoulders of the Steed of God : Or winged, or shooting flying shafts, or shod With the flame-sandals. Then, lift up…
Draw into nought All life, death, hatred, love : All self concentred in the sole desire— Hear thou the Voice of Fire ! This hope was Zoroaster's —this is mine ! Not one but many splendours hath the Shrine : Not one but many paths approach the gate That guards the Adytum, fortifying Fate ! Mine was, by weariness of blood and brain, Mere bitter fruit of pain Sought in the darkness of an harlot's bed, To make me as one dead : To loose the girders of the soul, and gain Breathing and life for the Intelligible ; Find death, yet find it living. Deep a…
238 THE EQUINOX Far into the fire she cast the blood, And the flames grew twisted and red; Her breast heaved with her passion’s flood As a hollow-eyed ghost arose Like a cloud of stench from the rotting dead When a wind from a pest-house blows. She clasped the ghost to her skinny dugs,— No other love might she know,— The dead man squirmed at her panting hugs, But she had her passionate will, And a sobbing breeze began to blow From the top of the lonely hill. And then a dim grey streak of dawn Came, and the sad ghost fled, With staring sockets a…