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Page 44 of 1121906 · PDF PAGE 9
…h my garden of flowers, dear maiden 0’ mine, and once in a while you shall come upon some grotesque Chinese dragon with huge and hideous eyes leering round the delight of the daffodils; or it may be some rude Priapus look- ing over the calm rock-shadowed beauty of the lake; or even, hanging amid the glory of elm or beech, an human skeleton, whose bones shall rattle in the breeze, and from whose eyeless sockets shall glare—?—lI dare not bid you guess what evil knowledge. Then, an you be wise, you shall know that a wise gardener wisely put them t…
1910 · PDF PAGE 35
…oat of hell, Once to dance the aspen spring, Once to croak, and once to sing, Once to oil the savoury thighs Of the witch with sea-green eyes With the unguents magical. Oh the honey and the gall Of that black enchanters lips As he croons to the eclipse, Mingling that most puissant spell Of the giant gods of hell With the four ingredients Of the evil elements ; Ambergris from golden spar, Musk of ox from Mongol jar, Civet from a box of jade,
1899 · PDF PAGE 102
…spread Their face, and fled! O wonderful fresh blossom of the wood! O purpling blood! O azure veins as clear as all the skies! O longing eyes That look upon me fondly to beget Two faces, set Either like flowers upon their laughing blue, Where morning dew _ Sparkles with all the passion of the dawn! The happy lawn Leads, by the stillest avenues, to groves Made soft by loves ; And all the nymphs have made a mossy dell Hard by the well Where even a Satyr might behold the grace Of such a face As his who perished for his own delights, So well requit…
1901 · PDF PAGE 105
…fleeting in a seer’s glass, Beckoning, yearning, amorous of the noon When earth dreams on in swoon. They are so sick for sorrow, that my eyes Are moist because their passion was so fair, So pure and comely that no sacrifice Seems to waft up a sweeter savour there, Where God’s grave ear takes prayer. O desecrated lovers! O divine Passionate martyrs, virgin unto death! O kissing daughters of the unfed brine! O sisters of the west wind’s pitiful breath, There is One that pitieth! One far above the heavens crowned alone, Immitigable, intangible, a …
1911 · PDF PAGE 53
THREE POEMS FOR JANE CHERON Pallid, a mummy throned, she sits ; The Egyptian eyes, the Egyptian hair, The band on her brows, the slender hands, All hieroglyphs of a God’s commands Beyond the rimes that a poet knits With fruitless travail, sterile carei Marvellousl marvellous, marvellous! And again a marvel, at lotus-bud Dropt from the brows of a Goddess unknown On the ivory steps of the golden throne, Virginal brows and luminous With the star-stream flowing therein for blood. Ah, but electric thrills the Host Of the esoteric Eucharist] The Pagan…
1911 · PDF PAGE 53
THREE POEMS FOR JANE CHERON Pallid, a mummy throned, she sits ; The Egyptian eyes, the Egyptian hair, The band on her brows, the slender hands, All hieroglyphs of a God’s commands Beyond the rimes that a poet knits With fruitless travail, sterile carei Marvellousl marvellous, marvellous! And again a marvel, at lotus-bud Dropt from the brows of a Goddess unknown On the ivory steps of the golden throne, Virginal brows and luminous With the star-stream flowing therein for blood. Ah, but electric thrills the Host Of the esoteric Eucharist] The Pagan…
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…
1898 · PDF PAGE 53
… is our disgrace. CHORUS. Fair as the dawn is the maiden wise, Pale as the poppies by still white water, Sunlight burns in her pure deep eyes, Love lights the tresses of Jephthah’s daughter ; Kissing rays of the moon have caught her, Rays of the moon that sleeps and sighs. JARED [aszde]. In our disgrace, behold! Our vengeance strikes. I am inspired with so profound a hate— He shall not triumph : in the very hour When his o’ermastering forehead tops the sky I strike him to the earth. I need not move. Silence—no more—and all accomplishes. Leviath…
1899 · PDF PAGE 65
THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 57 And with meet words of gratitude the dame That rules our lives withdrew, triumphant flame Kindling in her bright eyes and sunwarmed hair, Burning in dawny cheeks as the fresh air Kissed, cleansing them from that infested den Of obscene deities and apish men, Rivalling their gods in petty filthiness. So Loves white-bosomed Queen gat full success In the first season of her sojourning. Then, on the verge of night, she went a-wing To that most damnèd pestilence-rid marsh, And, changing her bright shape, she donned the harsh …
1901 · PDF PAGE 10
…Holy One: Seek out the secret of the inmost shrine, Strong in the might and spirit of the sun. Arise, arise, arise, Give passage to mine eyes, Ye airs, ye veils; ye bucklers of the Snake! I knew the deepest cells, Where the foul spirit dwells; Called to the dead, the drowsed, arise ! awake! Their dark profoundest thought Was less than She I sought, It was as nought! I drew my soul, I dived beneath the burning lake. Thrice, in the vault of Hell, my Word was born, Abortive, in the empty wilderness. False echoes, made malicious, turn to scorn The …
1901 · PDF PAGE 20
…e laughing devilry abides Its hour to poison. How they gloat, The fiends, upon her lips and throat! They touch her heart, they speer her eyes, They linger on the lovely prize! O dead she thought them! It is written: ‘‘ Eve’s heel is by the serpent bitten, His head she bruises.” No indeed! Not woman, but the woman’s seed! Hark! in the cloak of “ Love of Truth” They whisper “ Memory of Youth”; And, mindful of the deadliest sin, Hint: ‘“ Sinful woman, look within!” CORA. Ah me! if she could look within a glass With spells and pantacles well fortif…
1901 · PDF PAGE 90
…think of the hundreds of women I have loved from time to time, White throats and living bosoms where a kiss might creep or climb, Smooth eyes and trembling fingers, faint lips or mur- derous hair, All tunes of love’s own music, most various and rare ; When I look back on life, as a mariner on the deep Sees, tranced, the white wake foaming, fancies the nereids weep ; As, on a mountain summit in the thunders and the snow, I look to the shimmering valley and weep : I loved you so ! For a moment cease the winds of God upon the reverent head ; I los…
1907 · PDF PAGE 12
…ou, one night, when in a vision Your hair was like a forest of tall pines In winter ; black strange dwarfs with crooked spines And elfin eyes, and bleating mouths that worked All manner of grimace and bleak derision Bore them away ; hollow-eyed ghosts that lurked About the sea made thereof masts ; they fitted Tall ships and goodly, furrowing the deep To harvest merchandise ; strong and keen-witted The mariners ; oho ! the breezes leap Like lovers on them ; lo ! they faréd forth 7 M
1913 · PDF PAGE 202
…of all And watch them playing till nightfall ; And when they ' ve left me , Jimmy dear , I feel so awful lonely here ." Jimmy opened his eyes again : Mary looked so prim and plain , He couldn 't really feel afraid To think she 'd watched them as they played . “ I had a young man once . When he ( Said Mary ) came a- courting me , I thought I knew what folk were after With all their tears and looks and laughter . 183
1898 · PDF PAGE 59
…pe at last Crowning, have maddened Jephthah’s kinsman here. Mark his lips muttering, and his meaningless Furious gestures, and indignant eyes Starting, and hard-drawn breath! Him lead away Tenderly, as beseems the mercy shown To his repentance by this maiden queen. The Lord is merciful to them that show Mercy, and all such as are pure of heart ; Thy crown, Adulah, wears a double flower Of these fair blossoms wreathed in one device Of perfect love in perfect maidenhood. JARED [recovering himself \. Nay, but my voice must fill the song of joy Wit…
1907 · PDF PAGE 21
…on his skin, The breasts like golden roses circling red, The limbs like limbs of a young fawn For lithenessO ! for innocence of sin His eyes burned wondrous bright, his sun-crowned head Danced with its sweet and sacred hopes, So that he paced the enamelled slopes Laughing upon the laughing lake below, Expectant of some strange experience Worth all the woes of sense, Some drop of nectar worth a world of wine, Some grace of One divine Worth more than all lifes grace, and more than life Intense, Was there a wonder if the silken boy Found her a-p…
1913 · PDF PAGE 216
…hat stray , Until at last thou wouldst forget That thou hadst walked that way . But yet if e'er I durst to look Into some strange man 's eyes, Thou wouldst be just as Jewish God , Impassive as the skies . * TWO THINGS. TWO things I ask of you , and they are these, When all my little deeds and I are dead , And life's last wave has gathered o'er my head , Forget me, as you would forget the breeze That sudden stirs at nightfall in the trees And with the first bright peep of stars is Aled. My soul starts out alone without a dread And longs to drink…
1928 · PDF PAGE 133
…ul, and more than beautiful. She is surprising. In her black abounds, and every thought that she inspires is of night and the abyss. Her eyes are two caverns where mystery sparkles vaguely, and her glance kin- dles like lightning. It is an explosion in the depths of shadow. I would compare her to a black sun; if one could imagine a black star that shed light and happiness; but she makes one think more readily of the moon, which doubtless has marked her with its fearful influence. Not the white idyllic moon, which resembles a cold bride, but the…
1907 · PDF PAGE 40
…re I call you Percy? SiR PERcY. If I may call you Angela. ANGELA. Love, Percy (she lays one hand on his shoulder and looks deeply in his eyes), is wit, and laughter, and wisdom; all of love, and in it; but love without these is a mawkish, moonish distemper of folly—and will pass. I shall not pass, my love!—Ah! you feel my breath upon your face |! Sir PERcY. ~Yes—do not! ANGELA. I shall do so—you dare not move away from me! I have you? No? Ah, Percy, Percy, will you break a heart that only beats for you? Sir PERCY. You woo so well that I think y…
1899 · PDF PAGE 33
…d afar Dim and divine, Archais, like a star. It was no dream, or else the growing dawn Deepened the glory of the misted lawn, For to his eyes, half open now, there seems A figure, fairer than his dearest dreams. He sprang, he caught her to his breast, the maid Smiled and lay back to look at him. He laid Her tender body on the sloping field, And felt her sighs in his embraces yield A sweeter music than all birds. But she, Lost in the love she might not know, may see No further than his face, and yet, aware Of her own fate, resisted like a snare …