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Page 33 of 1301902 · PDF PAGE 49
… Sleepy lies The tinted bosom whence its fire flies, The breathing life of thee, and swoons, and sighs, And dies ! None but the dead can know the worth of love ! Come, love, thy bosom to my heart recalls Strange festivals and subtle funerals. Soft passion rises in the amber walls. And falls ! None but the dead can breathe the life of love ! Come, love, thy lips, curved hollow as the moon's ! Bring me thy kisses, for the seawind tunes, 47
1902 · PDF PAGE 125
…sy Into mere hatred. Truth is terrible ! You, cousin, taken in adultery ! You, Wolfram, lover of the kitchen maids ! You, Jerome —yes, I know your secret deeds ! You, ladies ! Are your faces painted thus Not to hide wrinkles of debauchery .-' To catch new lovers ? Landgrave. Stop the lying mouth ! Friends, your sword-service ! 123
1905 · PDF PAGE 94
…ol. I, seeing the life Of the flowers renew, The victorious strife Of the spring run through, The child’s birth rife With loftier dew— I know the deep truth in myself ; see acacia in cypress and yew. Death is not at all! ’Tis a mask or a dream! The things that befall Only slumber or seem ! They fear; they appal— They are not as ye deem! Death died when I dipped my lyre in the sweet Heli- conian stream! Give praise to your lord, All souls that draw breath, All flowers of the sward! For the song of me saith: 95
1910 · PDF PAGE 119
…ink I yearnedhe is too master- fulbeware ! Oh, should he guess this body burned, shame, shamehow should a maiden fare ? Nay, girls, I know. But Pan hath wrought this marvel on my wantons will, Filling it with one virgin thought, as strong as summer, and as still. Ah hold ! my body breaks away maugre your weakling struggles. Hold ! Nay ! my soul faints ; the stinging spray lures like his kisses did of old. Free ! Now stand back ! How good it ishow good it is to be alive ! How good to swim for the first kiss ! How good to dip oneself and div…
1919 · PDF PAGE 252
…common ground on which all may meet. I fear that I have exhausted your patience with this letter, and I beg you to excuse me. But as you know, out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh . . . you are perfectly right to retort that it need not speak so much! I add no more, but our glad greeting to all men: Love is the law, love under will. Iam, dear sir, Yours in the Bonds of the Order, J. B. MASON. 238
1922 · PDF PAGE 131
…king place, the Fauno Ebbrio, and as soon as the coast was clear he would pick us up and take us along to the Gatto Fritto, and we would know for the first time what life was really like. ‘Well, I call that a perfectly straight, decent, sensible programme. It’s the duty of every Englishman to learn as much of foreign affairs as he can without inter- fering with his business. That sort of knowledge will always come in useful in case of another European War. It was knowing that sort of thing that had put Feccles where he was in the Secret Service…
1922 · PDF PAGE 207
… My silence seemed to exasperate him more than if I had taken up the quarrel. He swayed and swore with blind ferocity. He didn’t seem to know where I was. It was getting dark. He groped his way round the room looking for me; but he passed me twice before he found me. The third time he stumbled up against me, gripped me by the shoulder, and began to strike. I sat as if I were paralysed. I could not even scream. Again and again he swore and struck me savagely, yet so weakly that I could not feel the blows. Besides, I was dulled to all possible pa…
1903 · PDF PAGE 66
…nd, if you are woman, even there I do decline : we stand above. I ask not, and will take no share With you in what mankind call love. We know each other: you and I Have nought to do with lesser things. With them—'tis chance or destiny : With us, we should but burn our wings. 64
1907 · PDF PAGE 12
…II HEN, in Gods name forbear ! It does not matter. Life, death, strength, weakness, are but idle chatter. Nothing is lost or gained, we know too well. For heaven thy balance as an equal hell. We discard both ; an infinite Universe Remains ; we sum it upan infinite curse. Soam I man ? I lack my wifes embrace. Am I outworn ? I see the harlots face. Is the love better and the knowledge worse ? Shall I seek knowledge and count love disgrace ? Where is the profit in so idle a strife ? The love of knowledge is the hate of life. 7 T
1910 · PDF PAGE 469
…t to scan Some feature, though he listened long, No shape of God or fiend or man, No whisper, groan, shriek, scream, or song Gave him to know it. Now it chanced One day Sir Palamedes rode Through a great wood whose leafage danced In the thin sunlight as it flowed From heaven. He halted in a glade, Bade his horse crop the tender grass; Put off his armour, softly laid Himself to sleep till noon should pass. 93
1910 · PDF PAGE 469
…t to scan Some feature, though he listened long, No shape of God or fiend or man, No whisper, groan, shriek, scream, or song Gave him to know it. Now it chanced One day Sir Palamedes rode Through a great wood whose leafage danced In the thin sunlight as it flowed From heaven. He halted in a glade, Bade his horse crop the tender grass; Put off his armour, softly laid Himself to sleep till noon should pass. 93
1911 · PDF PAGE 73
THE ELECTRIC SILENCE And the end shall be as is appointed by the master of the House; but this I know, that this ship is the King’s ship. And in my bosom are the champak—blossom, and the mustard seed, and the oak-leaf, more lovely than before. And upon us watcheth ever he that is appointed to watch. And the wild swan sings ever; and my heart sings ever. Now then I had laid aside the pen, and a voice cried : Write! Fear not I Turn not asidel Is it not written that Sorrow may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning? Sleep therefore in p…
1911 · PDF PAGE 73
THE ELECTRIC SILENCE And the end shall be as is appointed by the master of the House; but this I know, that this ship is the King’s ship. And in my bosom are the champak—blossom, and the mustard seed, and the oak-leaf, more lovely than before. And upon us watcheth ever he that is appointed to watch. And the wild swan sings ever; and my heart sings ever. Now then I had laid aside the pen, and a voice cried : Write! Fear not I Turn not asidel Is it not written that Sorrow may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning? Sleep therefore in p…
1922 · PDF PAGE 59
Phaeton 45 it was impossible to fail, and to not knowing enough to know when one was beaten, nothing could ever go wrong. We are losing the Empire because we have become “sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought.” The intellectuals have made us like “the poor cat i’ the adage.” The spirit of Hamlet has replaced that of Macbeth. Macbeth only went wrong because the heart was taken out of him by Macduff’s interpretation of what the witches had said. Coriolanus only failed when he stopped tothink. As the poet says, ‘‘ The love of knowledge is th…
1901 · PDF PAGE 124
112 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. THE ROSICRUCIAN. À SA MAJESTÉ JACQUES IV D’ÉCOSSE. SEE the centuries wax and wane. I know their mystery of pain, The secrets of the living fire, The key of life : I live : I reign : For I am master of desire. Silent, I pass amid the folk Caught in its mesh, slaves to its yoke. Silent, unknown, I work and will Redemption, godhead’s master-stroke, And breaking of the wands of ill. No man hath seen beneath my brows Eternity’s exultant house. No man hath noted in my brain The knowledge of my mystic spouse. I watch the centur…
1903 · PDF PAGE 12
… drunken harlotry snarled back. “ Not a drop more,” shouted my friend, adding many things*. It was time for my return. “ I will let them know,” I whispered. “ Good- bye.” “ ‘ There is not one thing with another ; But Evil saith to Good : ‘ My brother—’ ” he went on unheeding. I left him to his peace. My re-appearance restored harmony. The * The substance of his remarks, and subsequent adven- tures are detailed in my “ Three Screams at Mid- night.”—ED.
1903 · PDF PAGE 105
…mpossible that we shall ever part ! The heart shrinks back from thinking it, the mind Hates it, and prays as love is to be blind. Yet we know well that no magician’s art Can keep our two selves near their single heart. Self-mocked I urger her “ Come and leave behind All fear and friends and children : we shall find Love risen sole without a counterpart.” Even while I begged her, I well knew she must. We could not, loving to see her children laugh, Let cowards twit them with their mother’s lust. Even our own purity confirmed the trust. How long,…
1903 · PDF PAGE 108
THE FORTY-SIXTH DAY “ Because I love you, I will let you know : . . . . . . . my wife . . . . . . . . . . like a fountain with a hundred spouts Did run pure blood.” Julius Caesar. Was it a sense of uttermost relief We gladdened with, and bade our fears forget ? Was there no subtle fragrance of regret ? For me, at least, a pang of perfect grief ? Had it been otherwise, I would be chief And drive her to abandon all things yet In mere despair, that bye and bye shall get Young comfort in a babe beyond belief. God would not curse and bless us to suc…
1905 · PDF PAGE 50
… wave’s wild wake! THE WATERSPOUTS Whirling over miles of ocean, Lowering o’er the solemn sea, Hears our life the deep commotion That we know—thy witchery. Wheeling, hating, fearing ever As we thunder o’er the deep, Death alone our path can sever, Death our guerdon if we weep. We obey thee, we are with thee! Wilt thou never let us sleep? 5!
1910 · PDF PAGE 79
…it turns ; My bright soul aches and burns, As a dry valley yearns For spring and showers. Splendid, remove, a fane Alone and unprofane I know thy breast. These bitter tears of pain Flood me, and fall again Not into rest. Me, whose sole purpose is To gain one gainless kiss, And make a birds my bliss, Shrined in that nest.