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I contemplate myself in that dim sphere Whose hollow centre I am standing at With burning eyes intent to penetrate The black circumference, and find out God— And only see myself. The walls of Space Mock me with silence. What is Life ? The stars Are silent. O ye matchless ministers That daily pass in your appointed ways To reach—we know not what ! How meaningless Your bright assemblage and your steady task Of doubtful motion. And the soul of man Grapples in death-pangs with your mystery, And fails to wrestle down the hard embrace That grips the …
1899 · PDF PAGE 69
THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 61 And Charicles grey eyes were luminous With love-reflections multitudinous As lilies in the spring. Again was seen As in a mirror, like the ocean green, The admirable birth of Loves eternal Queen. So Charicles a moment was amazed. A moment ; then, contemptuous, he gazed With curling lip on her, and sourly scorns Her petty miracle : The deed adorns Too well a queen whose promises are foam. And she, indignant, would have hied her home And left him to despair, but pitying His soul struck through with darts : A bitter T…
1911 · PDF PAGE 156
…hree times. Once to the brute, once to the man—my man! (her hand pressed his, oh! too feebly !) and now—40 God!“ The tears sprang to his eyes. “ It is for you,” she whispered, “ to understand the child.” She fell back. The physician ran forward He knew that he had no useful purpose there: but he motioned Edgar away. Too late. Edgar had understood the Event. He fell upon the dead girl’s breast, crash! The nurse shook herself, half angrily, as a retriever shakes off water. Then she put the child into his arms. MARTIAL NAY. r48
1911 · PDF PAGE 197
…. MAGISTER TEMPLI. [Reni/e: poem: “ Collogue sen/z'men/al."] In the ancient frozen solitary park Two figures passed anon—now mark ! Their eyes are dead, their lips are soft and grey; One scarce can hear the words they say. In the ancient frozen solitary park Two ghosts evoke the past—oh hark l “Dost thou remember our old ecstasy? " “Why do you wish to remind me?" "Does thy heart beat still at my name, and glow ? " Seest than my soul in dreams, dear?” “ No." Ι5
1911 · PDF PAGE 156
…hree times. Once to the brute, once to the man—my man! (her hand pressed his, oh! too feebly !) and now—40 God!“ The tears sprang to his eyes. “ It is for you,” she whispered, “ to understand the child.” She fell back. The physician ran forward He knew that he had no useful purpose there: but he motioned Edgar away. Too late. Edgar had understood the Event. He fell upon the dead girl’s breast, crash! The nurse shook herself, half angrily, as a retriever shakes off water. Then she put the child into his arms. MARTIAL NAY. r48
1911 · PDF PAGE 197
…. MAGISTER TEMPLI. [Reni/e: poem: “ Collogue sen/z'men/al."] In the ancient frozen solitary park Two figures passed anon—now mark ! Their eyes are dead, their lips are soft and grey; One scarce can hear the words they say. In the ancient frozen solitary park Two ghosts evoke the past—oh hark l “Dost thou remember our old ecstasy? " “Why do you wish to remind me?" "Does thy heart beat still at my name, and glow ? " Seest than my soul in dreams, dear?” “ No." Ι5
1912 · PDF PAGE 74
…d a few imprudent friends, they watch the rest. Our hope is, the good Abbess sends a courier pressed To Rome ; the Archbishop doubts his eyes and ears that saw And heard such sacrilege. He lies at odds with law, Hanging on the breath of Rome ; who knows what tale he has told ?
1913 · PDF PAGE 187
…man would sing thee, Who brought unto thee all that he could bring thee. Night, that art mother of our quietness, Who bendest deep, dark eyes o’er our distress, In thee shall sleep his ashes ; let him lie Alone under the sky, Nor wake again : He hath paid for his life with his pain. He oweth naught Unto the universe, 149
1913 · PDF PAGE 187
…man would sing thee, Who brought unto thee all that he could bring thee. Night, that art mother of our quietness, Who bendest deep, dark eyes o’er our distress, In thee shall sleep his ashes ; let him lie Alone under the sky, Nor wake again : He hath paid for his life with his pain. He oweth naught Unto the universe, 149
1898 · PDF PAGE 50
… But in the lusty days of youth my face Turned from the battle and pursuit and spoil Only to one face dearer than my soul, And my wife’s eyes were welcome more desired Than chains of roses, and the song of children, And swinging palm branches, and milk-white—elders. CHORUS. Fie on thy railing! But his wife is sick, And cannot leave the borders of her house.
1898 · PDF PAGE 56
…ws one pale fume of wine. Their songs, their purity, their peace, Glide slowly in the arms of God; His lips assume their sanctities, His eyes perceive the period Of woven webs of lutes at ease, e And measures by pure maidens trod, Till, like the smoke of mountains risen at dawn, The cloud-veils of the Ain are withdrawn. | Pure spirits rise to heaven, the bride. Pure bodies are as lamps below. The shining essence, glorified With fire more cold than fresh-fallen snow, And influences, white and wide, - Descend, re-gather, kindle, grow, Till from o…
1898 · PDF PAGE 63
We shall regather where the skies are blue And live and love for aye, pure, passionate, and true. Also before my eyes there gleams from Heaven The likeness of a Man in glory set ; The sun is blotted, and the skies are riven— A God flames forth my spirit to beget ; And where my body and his love are met A new desire possesses altogether My whole new self as in a golden net Of transcendental love one fiery tether, Dissolving all my woe into one sea of weather. So I am ready to assume the Cross, Start on my journey with the last word said ; Turn m…
1898 · PDF PAGE 65
ODE TO VENUS CALLIPYGE 59 Deep wet eyes that are violet-blue ! Haggard cheeks that may blush no more ! Body bruised daintily, touched of gore Where the sharp fierce teeth have bitten through The olive skin that thy sons adore, That they die for daily, are slain anew By manifold hate ; for their tale is few. Few are thy sons, but as fierce as dawn, Rapturous moments and weary days, Nights when thine image a thousand ways Is smitten and kissed on the fiery lawn Where the wash of the waves of thy native bays Laps weary limbs, that of thee have dra…
1901 · PDF PAGE 81
…t Points out the road! Hail, O propitious sight! see! the black gibbet and the murderer swinging! Come, child of wonder and the innocent eyes! Come where the toad his stealthy way is taking. Flaps the bat’s wing upon thy cheek? How wise, How wicked are those faces! And the skies Are muffled, and the firmament is quaking. Spectres of cats misshapen nestle close, And rub their phantom sides against our dresses. Come, child of wonder! in these souls morose Keen joys may shudder—how the daylight goes !— Night shall betray thee to the cold caresses!…
1904 · PDF PAGE 103
… they are! So mask Evil beneath the waxen face of Good, Trick out Calamity in robes of Luck— Come, children! Is the sun bright? And your eyes? ALCESTIS. Dear queen, all’s well with us. Such happiness Crowds daylight—even sleep seems sorrowful, Though bright with dainty dreams! FIRST DANAID. But you are sad! M uw
1913 · PDF PAGE 15
…’ “Tf I live, my son, to reap the fruits of this day’s labour, my happiness will be complete. I will meet death without terror, close my eyes in peace, and expire without a groan, in the arms of a virtuous and worthy M.” XV
1913 · PDF PAGE 178
THE EQUINOX See! With an idle rime I slip again to the splendour, With eyes all blinded by time, To this thing that the gods surrender— Ineffably sad and tender As a girl-babe born to die Ere she hath known the blue of the sky, And the light that her love shall lend her. So in an idle dream I have slipped from the yellow-gray; On the wings of song I have crossed the stream To the dawn of immortal youth— To the long-lost love-lit day When the gods in glamour and ruth Passed as a dream away, In a dream that was known for the truth. III AMOR INTEL…
1913 · PDF PAGE 15
…’ “Tf I live, my son, to reap the fruits of this day’s labour, my happiness will be complete. I will meet death without terror, close my eyes in peace, and expire without a groan, in the arms of a virtuous and worthy M.” XV
1913 · PDF PAGE 178
THE EQUINOX See! With an idle rime I slip again to the splendour, With eyes all blinded by time, To this thing that the gods surrender— Ineffably sad and tender As a girl-babe born to die Ere she hath known the blue of the sky, And the light that her love shall lend her. So in an idle dream I have slipped from the yellow-gray; On the wings of song I have crossed the stream To the dawn of immortal youth— To the long-lost love-lit day When the gods in glamour and ruth Passed as a dream away, In a dream that was known for the truth. III AMOR INTEL…
1914 · PDF PAGE 20
…e mean slave could procure ‘Was this—thrown out on some manure. He took it to the harem, told The tale; it wheezed the sot Whose palsied eyes with rapture rolled At hearing he had got In his old age (his youth was wild ) A real live beautiful male child. ‘This blinking bastard lived to be A thief, a renegade, ‘To cheat at cards, to fight and flee A volunteer brigade Of Greeks, Armenians, and Jews With all to loot, and naught to lose. He failed to ogle men, but learnt ‘The art of bilking whores :— ‘The Turks, who should have had him burnt, But t…