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…l 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 majesty of light, …
1905 · PDF PAGE 106
NIGHT IN THE VALLEY I0I How pitiful, how beautiful, the faces ! The long hair shed on shoulders ivory white ! Each note shoots down the dim arboreal spaces Like amber or like hyaline lit with light. Each spirit glimmers in the shadowy places Like hyacinths or emeralds : or the night Shows them as shadows of some antique gem Where moonlight fills its cup and flashes into them. So, in the moony twilight and the splendour Of music’s light, the desolate nightingale Fills all the interlunar air with tender Kisses like song, or shrills upon the scale…
1907 · PDF PAGE 94
88 GARGOYLES A FRAGMENT! In the midst of the desert of Libya, on a mound of sand, lieth a young man alone and naked. Nightfall. Nicut the voluptuous, night the chaste Spreads her dark limbs, a vaulted splendour, Above the intolerable waste. Night the august one, night the tender (Jueens it and brides it unto me. I am the soul serenely free ; I dare to seek the austere ordeal That drags the hoodwink of the Real Back from the Maker’s livid eyes Lustred with hate. At noon I came Blind in the desert, saw the sun Leap o’er the edge, a fury of flame …
1905 · PDF PAGE 13
A PEEP BEHIND THE SCENES Written By a student at King’s College Hospital IN the hospital bed she lay, Rotting away ! Cursing by night and cursing by day, Rotting away ! The lupus is over her face and head, Filthy and foul and horrid and dread, And her shrieks they would almost wake the dead ; Rotting away ! In her horrible grave she lay, Rotting away ! Rotting by night, and rotting by day, Rotting away ! In the place of her face is a gory hole, And the worms are gnawing the tissues foul, And the devil is gloating over her soul, Rotting away ! 8
1913 · PDF PAGE 179
…thrills the sweet Core of my soul ;—ah! nimble feet Grown old! Oh! autumn woodlands fraught With pensiveness of waking thought! The gray night gathers, soft and cold, The old dead dreams, dead dreams of old,— The cold, gray, windy breath of time, The old dead loves, the unsung rime : Autumn, the pale, gray, crispéd star, Virginal, golden nenuphar, Folden upon itself to sleep, To sleep and die, to wake and weep Soft silver tears of old desire. O molten silver of my lyre, Transmute, transmute my autumn dream, Transmute the winding star-lit stream…
1913 · PDF PAGE 179
…thrills the sweet Core of my soul ;—ah! nimble feet Grown old! Oh! autumn woodlands fraught With pensiveness of waking thought! The gray night gathers, soft and cold, The old dead dreams, dead dreams of old,— The cold, gray, windy breath of time, The old dead loves, the unsung rime : Autumn, the pale, gray, crispéd star, Virginal, golden nenuphar, Folden upon itself to sleep, To sleep and die, to wake and weep Soft silver tears of old desire. O molten silver of my lyre, Transmute, transmute my autumn dream, Transmute the winding star-lit stream…
1910 · PDF PAGE 168
V THE GREY NIGHT
1903 · PDF PAGE 59
One kiss, like moonlight cold Lighting with floral gold The lake’s low tune ; One kiss, one flower to fold, On its own calyx rolled At night, in June ! One kiss, like dewfall, drawn A veil o’er leaf and lawn— Mix night, and noon, and dawn, Dew, flower, and moon ! One kiss, intense, supreme ! The sense of Nature’s dream And scent of Heaven Shewn in the glint and gleam Of the pure dawn’s first beam, With earth for leaven ; Moulded of fire and gold, Water and wine to fold Me in its life, and hold !— In all but seven ! 39
1898 · PDF PAGE 8
… for her, and hell, and death. I see that ghastly look, and yearn Toward the brands of her that burn. Sleep shuns me ; dreams divide the night, (My parched throat thirsty for her veins) That she and I with deep delight Suck from deaths womb infernal pains, Whose fire consumes, destroys, devours Through nights insatiable hours. And altogether filled with love, And altogether filled with sin, The little sparks and noises move About the softness of her skin. Her pleasures and her passions purr For the delight I have of her. Aching with all the p…
1922 · PDF PAGE 7
…— O love, no words, no songs—your breast my bower! NON SUM QUALIS ERAM BONAE SUB REGNO CYNARAE (By Ernest Dowson. From Poems. 1905) LAs? night, ah yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion. All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat, Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay; Surely the kisses o…
1898 · PDF PAGE 39
…RUS OF ELDERS. When the countenance fair of the morning And the lusty bright limbs of the day Race far through the west for a warning Of night that is evil and gray, When the light by the southward is dwindled, And the clouds as for sleep are unfurled, The moon in the east is rekindled, The hope of the passionate world. The stars for a token of glory Flash fire in the eyes of the night, And the holy immaculate story Of Heaven is flushed into light. For the night has a whisper to wake us, And the sunset a blossom to kiss, And the silences secret…
1911 · PDF PAGE 60
52 CIRCE HER mouth a rosebud of delight, Low—laughing ’mid the languid curls, Whose kissing cadence seems to cite The rhythmic melody of Night. Her hair a saraband where whirls A wanton witch, whose perfumes smite The shuddering air; a summer night Where summer lightning darts and curls. Her soul a Parian marble shrine, Centred in lily-cups that fold Their carven petals, smooth and cold, Far o’er a lake of frozen wine— Yet deep within whose inmost fold Sleepeth a snake: the crystal brine Of endless sorrow seals his shrine; Wiser than Sin is he,…
1911 · PDF PAGE 60
52 CIRCE HER mouth a rosebud of delight, Low—laughing ’mid the languid curls, Whose kissing cadence seems to cite The rhythmic melody of Night. Her hair a saraband where whirls A wanton witch, whose perfumes smite The shuddering air; a summer night Where summer lightning darts and curls. Her soul a Parian marble shrine, Centred in lily-cups that fold Their carven petals, smooth and cold, Far o’er a lake of frozen wine— Yet deep within whose inmost fold Sleepeth a snake: the crystal brine Of endless sorrow seals his shrine; Wiser than Sin is he,…
1913 · PDF PAGE 158
…oly pattern and the way ; He is the everlasting inner light : Oh , wonderful His guidance in the day , And beautiful His presence in the night . Lazarillo . The night ? Lazarus . The night !- Unmindful of the rich , He dwells within the bosom of the poor , Comforting them in darkness — Lazarillo . All of which I often heard , far better said , before . Thy tattered raiment , and thy Christ Within Proceed from fear - if thou wouldst but confess . Thy God is but thy one besetting sin Innate , unconquerable laziness . I, who love all adventure , a…
1899 · PDF PAGE 57
…RUS OF ELDERS. When the countenance fair of the morning And the lusty bright limbs of the day Race far through the west for a warning Of night that is evil and gray, When the light by the southward is dwindled, And the clouds as for sleep are unfurled, The moon in the east is rekindled, The hope of the passionate world. The stars for a token of glory Flash fire in the eyes of the night, And the holy immaculate story Of Heaven is flushed into light. For the night has a whisper to wake us, And the sunset a blossom to kiss, And the silences secret…
1907 · PDF PAGE 210
…ise your voices In the inspired divine delight ! Now the sun sets; now the choice is Who rebels or who rejoices, Murmuring to the mystic night. Io! Evoe! Circle splendid ! Dance, ye maids serene and subtle ! Clotho’s task is fairly ended. Atropos, thy power is rended ! Ho, Lachesis! ply thy shuttle! Weave the human dance together With the life of rocks and trees ! Let the blue delirious weather Bind all spirits in one tether, Overwhelming ecstasies ! Io Evoe! J faint, I fall, Swoon in purple light ; the grape Drowns my spirit in its thrall. Lov…
1898 · PDF PAGE 99
The very graves yield up their dead, And high thrones shake ; Because my eyes still steadily behold, And dazzle not, nor shun the night, The foam-born lamp of beaten gold And secret might ; Because my forehead bears the sacred name, And my lips bear the brand Of Him whose heaven is one flame, Whose holy hand Gathers this earth, who built the vaults of space, Moulded the stars, and fixed the iron sea, Because His love lights through my face And all of me. Because my hand may fasten on the sword If my heart falter not, and smite Those lampless li…
1907 · PDF PAGE 79
…priest Bade me good cheer, an eager acolyte, Poured the high wine, unveiled the mystic feast ;— Swooped the plumed anguish of inveterate night; Devouring torture of insight shot. Night hovered; Dawn smote. I bowed—O God declared, discovered! ol
1928 · PDF PAGE 80
contrary effects, I am always puzzled and alarmed by it. Oh Night, Oh refreshing shadows! You are for me the signal of an internal festival, you are deliverance from anguish. In the solitude of plains, in the stony labyrinths of a great city, twinkling of stars or outbursting of lamps, you are the fire-work of the Goddess Liberty. Twilight, how sweet thou art and tender! The rosy lights which linger still on the horizon like the death-spasm of Day trampled by the victorious car of Night; the torch-like flames which stain with their dull red the…
1903 · PDF PAGE 97
LETHE. We have forgotten all the days of fear, The nights of torment when the kiss expired, Lost upon lips with love not overtired, But fearing many things—the after year, The end, the man—O no, not him ! the tear, The children’s sorrow, and our own shame fired Not less in doing all that love desired : We have forgotten, surely—being here ! We have forgotten every shape of sorrow, Knowing no end to one night’s ecstasy In the night’s kiss from morning that we borrow, From the hard usurer, Eternity— Seeing we have it in our power to die Before th…