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…nkers maintained the even keel, and the windy waters lay nor for their frailer barks to cross. There is one exception of note, till this day unsuspected, in the person of George Archi- bald Bishop. In a corner of Paris this young poet (for in his nature the flower of poesy did spring, did even take root and give some promise of a brighter bloom, till stricken and blasted in latter years by the lightning of his own sins) was steadily writing day after day, night after night, often working forty hours at a time, work which he destined to entrance…
1906 · PDF PAGE 85
THE THIRTY-SIXTH DAY 79 She never told: but I might surely see In the drawn face and haggard eyes what vast Voices of misery had held her fast, And made her curse her own lock’s cruelty. So by her beauty and my love we swore, And by the light within mine eyes, by her Sweet shame: that never so we sunder again. But she: ‘‘ You swear ‘by thy bright face’ in vain; ‘ By thy sweet self’ you grow a perjurer; Who have shamed my face and made me but an whore.” THE THIRTY-FOURTH DAY. ‘* Ben. Stop there, stop there. Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my ta…
1903 · PDF PAGE 47
THE FIFTH DAY “ Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine.” Richard III. All thought of work is almost cast aside. I followed like a dog the way she went, Speaking but seldom, very well content To day-dream, oft imagining a bride, A wife, a lover, even a sister, tied By some soft bond of twinning : thus I blent A real joy with a brighter element Of fancy free to wander far and wide. For as I followed by the shore and bended Over her footsteps in the wood, my will Rose to high strength assertive and transcended The petty forms of the seducer’s …
1903 · PDF PAGE 63
THE FIFTEENTH DAY “ Were kisses all the joys in bed, One woman would another wed.” Sonnets to Sundry Notes of Music. Another day rose of unceasing fire : Kisses made monstrous for their sterile storm Maddening with sea-sounds, as of lute or shawm Fluting and clashing in extreme desire ; The silly “ Thus far and no farther,” nigher Each hour to break (poor arbitrary form !) As each kiss bade our bodies wed and warm Give love one chance before its wave retire. Not so : this trial was the tiniest Man ever knew, confronted afterward With giant fear…
1903 · PDF PAGE 80
THE TWENTY-FIFTH DAY “ I am in health, I breathe, and see thee ill.” Richard II. Alice was desperately ill at morn. Hour by sweet hour I watched her sorrowing, While the strong fever fought unconquering With native coolness of her life, o’er-worn Or poisoned ; thus I fought the long forlorn Battle all day, until the evening Brought back sweet health on sleep and noiseless wing : Strong love of the long battle was reborn. The child slept elsewhere that she might sleep well. Therefore, not fearing anything, I came ; Lit my love’s candle at her bo…
1908 · PDF PAGE 55
AMPHORA IV Vigil HE race of day is duly run, And men, the children of the sun, Turn them to sleep ; but I awake For Mary’s sake—for Mary’s sake. And while these eyes outwatch the stars My soul runs through the golden bars. O clusters that with warp and woof Make up Fate’s web, I stand aloof. The child of Mary stands apart Both from the terror and the dart. No fear, no evil can engage The knight of Mary’s pilgrimage. So in this still and solemn hour Of vigil we proclaim Thy power. Thy benediction, like a balm, Unite our ardour with our calm, And…
1903 · PDF PAGE 75
THE TWENTIETH DAY “ ‘ Val.’ How long hath she been deformed ? ‘ Speed.’ Ever since you loved her.” Two Gentlemen of Vernona. Again the unveiled goddess of delight Watched us at midnight : there my lover lay Child-breasted, maiden as the rose of day Dawning on snowy mountains : through deep night Her body gleamed self-luminously white With the sweet soul that sundered the quick clay, And all her being was a sense of May ;— Scent conquering colour, soul out-running sight. Not with the Lysian, nor Iacchian dew Of frenzy covered, but with warmer fl…
1911 · PDF PAGE 55
AMPHORA IV Vigil HE race of day is duly run, And men, the children of the sun, Turn them to sleep ; but I awake For Mary’s sake—for Mary’s sake. And while these eyes outwatch the stars My soul runs through the golden bars. O clusters that with warp and woof Make up Fate’s web, I stand aloof. The child of Mary stands apart Both from the terror and the dart. No fear, no evil can engage The knight of Mary’s pilgrimage. So in this still and solemn hour Of vigil we proclaim Thy power. Thy benediction, like a balm, Unite our ardour with our calm, And…
1913 · PDF PAGE 224
…om the sod, Because he bears the mantle of a god. The hour has struck at last ; henceforth the Way Is sundered from the sunlight and the day. No one shall heed my singing; there shall be —How well I know !—no seer that shall see. And none shall know the secret thing I write With speeding pen in the dim candle-light. Because my Rose is mine, no man shall find Wherefore I know, that was erewhile so blind; Nor wherefore, by the light of one dim star, I see thee here, Lady of the Rose, Istar. XXI THE POET SPEAKS HIERE shall be set the sigil of the …
1913 · PDF PAGE 224
…om the sod, Because he bears the mantle of a god. The hour has struck at last ; henceforth the Way Is sundered from the sunlight and the day. No one shall heed my singing; there shall be —How well I know !—no seer that shall see. And none shall know the secret thing I write With speeding pen in the dim candle-light. Because my Rose is mine, no man shall find Wherefore I know, that was erewhile so blind; Nor wherefore, by the light of one dim star, I see thee here, Lady of the Rose, Istar. XXI THE POET SPEAKS HIERE shall be set the sigil of the …
1906 · PDF PAGE 88
82 ALICE: AN ADULTERY THE FORTY-SECOND DAY. ** Pol. No longer stay. Leon. One seven-night longer. Pol, Very sooth, to-morrow.” Winter's Tale. I COULD not let her leave me the day after. Also we must wait till the month decide Whether the mother stood behind the bride. In any other case what love and laughter Such tidings of an angel’s birth would waft her; Now, what a fear! And so she would abide Another vessel and another tide, Until we held the key of the hereafter. But this sad spectre could not change our calm. The day went by more peaceful…
1909 · PDF PAGE 59
…into 7 planetary parts. Pietro di Abano gives :— THe NAMES OF THE HOuRS AND THE ANGELS RULING THEM, The Names of the Hours. Hours of the Day— 1. Yain 7. Ourer. 2. Janor. 8. Thamic. 3. Nasmia. g. Neron. 4. Salla. 10. Jayon. 5. Sadedalia. 1r. Abai. 6 ur. 12. Natalon. Hours of the Night— rt. Beron. 7. Netos. 2. Barol. 8. Infrac. 3. Thami. g. Sassur. 4. Athar. to. Aglo. 5. Methon. 11, Calerva. 6. Rana. 12. Salam. TABLES OF THE ANGELS OF THE HOURS ACCORDING TO THE CoURSE OF THE Days. Sunday. Angels of the Hours of the Day— 1. Michael. 7. Samael. 2. …
1907 · PDF PAGE 66
…old of the narrative . The following rondel I choose for its simplicity and sweetness : Sing , little bird , it is dawn ; Cry ! with the day the woods ring ; Now in the blush of the morn , Sing ! Love doth enchain me and cling , Love , of the breeze that is born , Love , with the breeze that takes wing . Love that is lighter than scorn , Love that is strong as a king , Love , through the gate that is horn , Sing ! The anger of Zeus is aroused . Aphrodite bids Charicles flee , but his passion is too great , he defies the powers . ( They are only…
1913 · PDF PAGE 207
…e spring. But the hornéd satyrs under the beechen boughs Still linger, as the hour of triumph grows In the Ram’s mouth: and the heart of day is torn With the fear of the new Birth: no more is set The Crown on the temples of the dawn; no more Is heard the clarion of the day; the ways Are darkened for delight, and pure for pain Of birth, stretch forth to the ends of the universe— A long, still road of longing, passion-pale With the dust of lives, and strewn with the bitterness Of the heart of man, the weary heart of man! And deeply set betwixt th…
1913 · PDF PAGE 207
…e spring. But the hornéd satyrs under the beechen boughs Still linger, as the hour of triumph grows In the Ram’s mouth: and the heart of day is torn With the fear of the new Birth: no more is set The Crown on the temples of the dawn; no more Is heard the clarion of the day; the ways Are darkened for delight, and pure for pain Of birth, stretch forth to the ends of the universe— A long, still road of longing, passion-pale With the dust of lives, and strewn with the bitterness Of the heart of man, the weary heart of man! And deeply set betwixt th…
1903 · PDF PAGE 100
THE THIRTY-NINTH DAY “ Had I not eyes but ears, my ears would love That inward beauty and invisible.” Venus and Adonis. Note from this day no possible event. All secrets told, and all desires fulfilled, Primitive passion of our soul have killed. We dwell within a calmer element Perfectly pure and perfectly content. The subtler splendour of our love has stilled Those sombre glories that it never meant, Those giant meanings that it never meant. Fire only is our substance ; there we dwell, The Salamandrine with the Salamander. No fuel to crack, no…
1903 · PDF PAGE 111
THE FORTY-NINTH DAY “ Let me twine Mine arms about that body.” Coriolanus. I stole her money, even then to prove She had no wings to fly with : but I knew What to her hateful duty there was due, And how the hateful system stank thereof : I let her go, both weeping, both enough Heart-broken : no farewell went ever through— Words came not : only ever : “ I love you ! ” With broken kisses and stained cheeks of love. So all day long and half the night we wandered Down deep lanes and in gardens, like lost souls. Strong kisses that had surfeited a sc…
1898 · PDF PAGE 51
THE FAREWELL OF PARACELSUS TO APRILE. THOU Sun, whose swift desire to-day is dull, And all ye hosts of heaven, whose lips are mute, And trees and flowers and oceans beautiful Among whose murmurs I have struck this lute With joy supreme or agony acute, And love transcending everything alway, Pity me, pity, since the poisonous root Of parting strikes the beauty of the day ; We meet for the last time beside the ocean gray. Soul of my soul, we never can forget— But, is our parting burnt across the skies ? Is the last word said ? Must our lips be se…
1913 · PDF PAGE 41
Rupert Brooke . DAY THAT I HAVE LOVED . TENDERLY , day that I have loved , I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow , and fold your thin , dead hands. The grey veils of the half -light deepen ; colour dies . I bear you , a light burden , to the shrouded sands , Where lies your waiting boat, by wreaths of the seas making Mist -garlanded , with all grey weeds of the water crowned . There you 'll be laid , past fear of sleep or hope of waking ; And over the unmoving sea , without a sound , Faint hands will row you outward , out beyond our sig…
1903 · PDF PAGE 99
THE THIRTY-EIGHTH DAY “ The carcass of a beauty spent and done.” Lover’s Complaint. One day from landing. Kamakura sees Pass to the might shrine and shape of bronze Me, pilgrim, murmuring pious orisons, Taking my refuge in that House of Peace, And after, sees my love, and doth not please. She was too young to know that shrine the Son’s, Or see the Virgin’s House in Kwan-se-on’s ; And when I told her, flushed, and bade me cease. I ceased indeed ! All hope of mental flower She shattered in five minutes : following lust, All intellectual communing…