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…m the mate for ye all ; I am the passionate Pan. Come, O come to the dance Leaping with wonderful whips, Life on the stroke of a glance, Death in the stroke of the lips ! I am hidden beyond Shed in a secret sinew Smitten through by the fond Folly of wisdom in you ! Come, while the moon (the moon !) Sheds her ambrosial splendour,
… half-light her jewels flame Like stars that presage pestilence. O laughterless, O hideous game Of sterile smiles, of cold incense ! Her deaths-head grins the gargoyle shame Of her virile virulence. Now let the slave gasp out his soul In the agony supreme !
…slip! Say we “ Earth’s grim device, cool loss !—” Better the old Greek orthography !—Aischulos ! 14) Or, love be God’s champagne’s foam; death in man’s trough, hock lees, - Pathos our port’s beeswing ? what answers Sophocles? Brief, with love’s medicine let’s draught, bolus, globule us! 40 45 60 55 60 65 Wise and succinct bids, I think, Aristobulus.! Whether my Muse be Euterpe or Clio, Life, Death, and Love are all Batrachomyo !6— Machia, what? ho! old extinct Alcibiades? For me, do ut—God true, be mannikin har !—des ! It’s rather hard, isn’t i…
…and higher ideas until he becomes one with the Universe itself, and even with That which is beyond the Universe. To him there is no more Death ; time and space are annihilated ; nothing is, save the intense rapture that knows no change for ever. Then what of the body ? The body of such an one continues subject to the laws of its own plane. Yet his friends find him calmer, happier, healthier, his eyes bright and his skin clear even when he is old. But he has this, which they have not, the power of slipping instantly out of this changeful conscio…
… distinct and clear, As twilight to the dayspring and the night, Dividing and uniting even here : The middle path — life interfused with death — Pure love ; the secret of Elizabeth ! This is my secret —in the man's delight To lose that stubborn ecstasy for God ! To this clear knowledge hath my path been trod In deepest hell— in the profoundest sky! This knowledge —the true immortality, I came unto through pain and tears. Tigerish hopes, and serpent loves, and dragon fears, Most bitter kisses, salted springs and dry ; In those deep caverns and s…
…nermost fire ! O tune of my soul that encloses All life, the tempestuous lyre ! O dawn of my dawn that reposes and darts in desire ! And death and its portals are rifted, Life listens our kisses that weep ; Love hears, and his measure is shifted, Grows solemn and deadly and deep ; Love’s ship droops its sails and is drifted in silence to sleep. 51
…-lit that surround his path ; but keepeth Steady all his will to one endeavour, Till the light, the might, the joy, the sorrow, Life and death and love and hate are broken : Work effaces work, avails the worker. Strength, speed, ardour, courage and endurance (Needed never more) depart for ever. All dissolves, an unsubstantial phantom, Ghost of morning seen before the sunrise, Ghost of daylight seen beyond the sunset. All hath past beyond the soul’s delusion. All hath changèd to the ever changeless. Name and form in nameless and in formless Vani…
…on proposed to replace the M of AUM by a compound letter MGN, symbolizing thereby jthe subtle transformation of the apparent silence and death which terminâtes the manifested life of Vau by a continuous vibration of an impersonal energy of the nature of génération and knowledge, the Virgin Moon and the Serpent furthermore operating to include in the idea a commémoration of the legend so grossly deformed in the Hebrew legend of the Garden of Eden, and its even more malignantly debased falsification in that bitterly sectarian broadside, the Apoca…
…nd gaze With touching hands and lips immutable As mortals stand a moment; and no more Is any Sequence, nor Position, Nor any Self, since Death and difference Of all eternal things are passed away: The universe is One: One Soul, One Spirit, One Flame, One infinite God, One infinite Love.
… however to draw attention to one of the two fine plays that hap- pen to be written in prose. ‘ The Ghouls’ is possibly the most ghastly death-dance in English literature. If Oscar Wilde had written it (but he could not have) every one would know it. It is the very pith and marrow of terror. Cynical it may be, indecent it may be, but I defy the lord of dreams to send any more plutonian nightmare to haunt our mortal sleep.” —Poetry Review. There is no more room to add all the other
…, with the flames Of dawn forth blushing through her flower-crowned hair. . CHORUS. Behold a virgin to the Lord! Behold a maiden pale as death, Whose glance is silver as a sword, And flowers of Kedar fill her breath, Whose fragrance saturates the sward, Whose sunny perfume floating saith : From my ineffable desire is drawn The awful glory of the golden dawn. Behold her bosom bare and bold Whose billows like the ocean swing! The painted palaces of gold, Where shell-born maidens laugh and sing,
24 JEPHTHAH. To these damned massacring invaders. Say, My fellows, will ye follow Jephthah? Hail! SOLDIERS. We follow Jephthah to the death. All hail! JEPHTHAH. Go then, refresh yourselves, and sleep to-night. I will send messages to their dread lord Demanding his fell purpose, threatening ‘ My present aid to you with men of valour Chosen of all your tribes, and charging him As he loves life, and victory, to content His army with their present brief success, Lest he pass by the barrier of our suffering, And find our wrath no broken sword, and f…
…, most rightly named “August”! Thy splendid sons and daughters stand Obedient to the master “must.” The decadent dust thy spells assoil; Death lives in this, thy Tower of Toil. Grow up the grades! record the tasks These arduous phantoms have achieved! The growth of mind to mortals asks A power not swift to be believed. What bosoms heaved ere Nature's age From monkey-man deduced the sage! So be thy spiral tower the type Of higher convolutions drawn From hunger’s woe and murder’s gripe And lust’s revulsion to the dawn Of days that spawn on holier…
…neel at Mary’s shrine ; the incense fumes ascend To bring my spirit through to GOD’S appointed end. Though in the valley of the shade of death I be, I fear not ; for Thy rod and staff they comfort me. I imprecate the aid of Mary, Mother mild ! The asp and dragon bow before Her Holy Child. The heathen did uprise ; the folk of fear and doubt. Great bulls of Bashan did encompass me about. The lions roared for prey ; the eagles screamed for food : All these were stilled before thy crownèd Motherhood. Therefore, though men devise ill counsels and va…
Until the shapes of death advance And gather round her, shrieking loud And wailing o’er the wide expanse Of sand, the gibbering, mewing crowd. Like cats, and apes, they gather close, Till, like the horror of a cloud Wrapping the flaming sun with rose, They hide her from the hero’s sight. Then doth he muse thereat morose, When in one wild cascade of light The pageant breaks, and thunder roars: Down flaps the loathly wing of night. He sees the lonely Breton shores Lapped in the levin: then his eyes See how she shrieking soars and soars Into the s…
…is free, and knoweth no more pain. VII THE SONG Yea! I who have lain dead among the roses Have slain love utterly in my soul By mine own death ! O constant-playing fount Under the shadow of our Venus’ mount— Thou whom I love, unto whose vine uncloses The gaping wound whose sap hath made me whole,—
…is free, and knoweth no more pain. VII THE SONG Yea! I who have lain dead among the roses Have slain love utterly in my soul By mine own death ! O constant-playing fount Under the shadow of our Venus’ mount— Thou whom I love, unto whose vine uncloses The gaping wound whose sap hath made me whole,—
…d hour, I am— that I am.” “ But, Lord,” said the Five Hundred Thousand and One Arahats in a breath, ‘thou art then guilty of six violent deaths ! Nay, thou hast hounded one soul from death to death through all these incarnations! What of this First Precept ? of yours ?” ‘‘ Children,” answered the Glorious One, ‘* do not be so foolish as to think that death is necessarily an evil. I have not come to found a Hundred Years Club, and to include mosquitoes inthe membership. In this case to have kept Perdu’ R Abu alive was to have played into the han…
…ery heart of man, and in the core of every star. I am Life, and the giver of Life, yet therefore is the knowledge of me the knowledge of death. I am alone; there is no God where I am. {The DEACON and ail rise to their feet with Hailing Sign.) The DEACON. But ye, O my people, rise up and awake. Let the rituals be rightly performed with joy and beauty! There are rituals of the éléments and feasts of the times. A feast for the first night of the Prophet and his Bride! A feast for the three days of the writing of the Book of the Law. A feast for Ta…
…successful strain, The stainless sphere of the unchangeable. With its own passionate, desperate breath Ever confronting the dark gate of Death. I passed that gate ! O pitiful ! The same Mystery holds me, and the flame Of Life stands up, unbroken citadel. Beyond my sight, vague, far, intangible. Broken are will, and witchery, and prayer. Remains the life of earth, which is but hell. Destiny's web, and my immense despair. Landgrave. Your words are terrible ! We knew them true Even while you sang. But see ! the light of day ! Beauty in all things …