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Page 45 of 2031913 · PDF PAGE 398
… rule is the expression of supreme Wisdom. The absolute in intelligence, the supreme regulator of forms, the living ideal of spirits, is God.” “In its identity with the ideal, being is truth,” says science. “In its identity with the ideal, truth is God,” replies faith. “Tn its identity with my demonstrations, being is reality,” says science. “In its identity with my legitimate aspirations, reality is my dogma,” says faith. “In its identity with the Word, being is reason,” says science. “In its identity with the spirit of charity, the highest re…
1912 · PDF PAGE 71
OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 53 LUCREZIA. The Angel of Venice prays. Dear God, what rich perfume Must flood the starry ways, a fragrant lily-bloom ! Dare I disturb the wreaths that curl toward God ? MONICA. Amen ! LUCREZIA. How like a babe she breathes ! MONICA. [Rising and going to greet LUCREZIA.] What news from Venice then ? Why, my Lucrezia, you are fair ! The wound is healed ? Why, well, then ! Do we still despair to take the field ? LUCREZIA. Still in his iron gauntlet gripped the city squirms. MONICA. Then Mortadello has not slipped off to th…
1901 · PDF PAGE 103
THE WHORE IN HEAVEN 89 Where the vast whiteness of the Godhead sate, A fearful glory shone upon the throne, And through the diamond music of the gate She entered, unresisting and alone, Up to God’s presence. Then that calm voice rolled Flecking its whiteness with immortal gold : “ Daughter of Earth, take thou thy proper stand, Virgin of Virgins, at My own right hand!”
1902 · PDF PAGE 96
…is sorrow, and each sorrow, force : What then ? since Swiftness gives the charioteer The palm, his hope be in the vivid horse Whose neck God clothed with thunder, not the steer Sluggish and safe ! Yoke Hatred, Crime, Remorse, Despair : but ever mind the whirling fear. Let, through the tumult, break the poet's face Radiant, assured his wild slaves win the race ! " Two Poets of Croisic.
1910 · PDF PAGE 224
… ! Crush my cursd headcut me in half ! The guilty soul, the swinish clod ! I laugh at itlaugh as I laugh At the body and the blood of God !
1901 · PDF PAGE 85
THE BRIDEGROOM 71 Such songs were hers. What song is hers to-night When she is smitten in her bridal bed, Because I would not trust the God that gave Her smooth virginity to godlier might, My glory? There she lies divine and dead Because I would not trust the sullen wave Of time; and chose this way—her grave. I had not thought the poison left her so— Smiling, enticing, exquisite. I meant Rather that beauty to destroy, to leave No subtle languors on that breast of snow, No curves by God’s caressing finger bent, To bid me think of her: I would de…
1909 · PDF PAGE 69
…ch? All’s the same. Go on. No — what is this? Why dally? To the hilt! Ah mine, ah mine! Kiss me — I cannot kiss you — kiss me! Kiss! Oh! God! Oh God! Forgive me; I am thine. -— Horses and chariots that champ and clang! The roar of blazing cressets that environ The form that fuses in the perfect pang. A blast of air thorough the molten iron— One scream of light. Creating silence drops Into that silence when creation — stops. -— 112 — XIII So — é finita la commedia. ‘ And if the King lke not the comedy ” (Twine in your hair the fallen gardenia!) …
1910 · PDF PAGE 52
40 THE EQUINOX And this—is this not the trunk he rended? But—oh! oh! oh!—the task transcended, Where is the holy idol that stood For the god of thy queen’s beatitude? Here is the tent—but where is the pole? Here is the body—but where is the soul? Nepti, sister, the work is undone For lack of the needed One! Lo! I lament. There is no god so far As mine Asar|! There is no hope, none, in the corpse, in the tomb. But these—what are these that war in my womb? There is vengeance and triumph at last of Maat In Ra-Hoor-Khut and in Hoor-pa-Kraat! Twins …
1910 · PDF PAGE 52
40 THE EQUINOX And this—is this not the trunk he rended? But—oh! oh! oh!—the task transcended, Where is the holy idol that stood For the god of thy queen’s beatitude? Here is the tent—but where is the pole? Here is the body—but where is the soul? Nepti, sister, the work is undone For lack of the needed One! Lo! I lament. There is no god so far As mine Asar|! There is no hope, none, in the corpse, in the tomb. But these—what are these that war in my womb? There is vengeance and triumph at last of Maat In Ra-Hoor-Khut and in Hoor-pa-Kraat! Twins …
1928 · PDF PAGE 44
…man; the well-earned consolation of one of these heavy, friendless days, conversa- tionless, joyless, bare of intimacy, these days which God let fall upon her since many days which God let fall upon her since many years may-be; three-hundred-and-sixty-five times in the year. And yet another. I can never prevent myself from casting a glance, if not wholly sympa- thetic, at least curious, upon the crowd of out- casts who press upon an enclosure of a public concert. Across the night the orchestra throws festival chants, chants of triumph or of ple…
1906 · PDF PAGE 91
AFTER 85 We sobbed, and stretched our arms out, and despaired, And—parted. Out the brute-side of truth flared ; ‘¢Thank God I’ve finished with that foolishness | ”’ II. AH! there’ be two sides to all shapes of truth ! I might indeed go back to bitter toil, Prune the mind’s vine, and gather in the spoil Rough-conquered from fields, without ruth Pillaging Nature, pawning youth For some strange guerdon (or its counter- foil) Gainless or not-to-be-gained, priestly or royal, Profane, canaille—I know not, in good sooth ! books, men, strength and I mi…
1898 · PDF PAGE 19
…ed her: in a day he would have finished the poem. What a wonderful poem it was! One could hear, above the angels that sang, the voice of God in that awful music that made his lines quiver and shimmer like live coals. And the end was to have been so perfect: there was on the last passage of his work a hush, a silence almost as if the world—his world—awaited the voice of some great one. And now the silence is not broken. Perhaps men were not ready for those final chords. Perhaps to hear them would be to pass where he has passed! But oh! the pity!…
1907 · PDF PAGE 14
…e words of St. Augustine : “ Such as the love of man is, such is he himself . Dost thou love the earth ? Thou art earth . Dost thou love God ? What shall I say ? Thou art God .” J. F. C. F.
1909 · PDF PAGE 73
… dart, The hope — the horrid hope — whose gleaming fang Now stirs, a serpent’s, underneath your heart! For lo! not vainly we invoked the god That looseneth the girdle of a maid; Even now draws nigh the dreadful period That maketh all the mother-world afraid. With rotten fruit your belly is grown big — Thanks to the bastard god that cursed the fig? : V Your swollen neck is grown a swollen breast Gushing with poisoned milk ; your breathis caught In quick sharp gasps; you get nor sleep nor rest, The monster moving in you in his sport. Surely a mon…
1911 · PDF PAGE 87
…for ever shall be. He has barne her in his arms to the [all grasses. She struggles use/25:1]. They are now invisible. LAYLAH. Help me, O God of Battles! RINALDO. God is love. [Musia From the well issues a nymph dressed in silver and azure gauze, with jewels and roses in her hair. Afier her a cluster ofchildren] 79
1911 · PDF PAGE 87
…for ever shall be. He has barne her in his arms to the [all grasses. She struggles use/25:1]. They are now invisible. LAYLAH. Help me, O God of Battles! RINALDO. God is love. [Musia From the well issues a nymph dressed in silver and azure gauze, with jewels and roses in her hair. Afier her a cluster ofchildren] 79
1913 · PDF PAGE 237
INDEX TO FIRST LINES . PAGE Fairies in the night have been .. . First a vague walking through the half -dark wood . . . For God's sake, let us laugh a little ... From muddy road to muddy lane Give me but the boat, I say ... ... Give me the nectar of your lips Gorse and the curving grass and the sun -heavy air were around us ... ... ... ... Here does she sit, her foot upon the wing ... Here in the evening curl white mists How did we meet , my love and I ... How splendid in the morning glows the lily 185 198 133 96 215 I built a palace high up in…
1913 · PDF PAGE 112
…se of eld the shrine. Dreams, and devils, and things of death together, Chorus glorious, wild as wind and weather, Mocking; Shine, O our God! Lord God, now shine! Is the symbol of Life indeed departed? Hath-the augur indeed found bloodless-hearted Firstling lamb, and the dove without entrails? Is the hope of the world for ever sunken? Was the dream of us dark, demented, drunken? All in vain are we vowed before the veils? Were we false to the faith? Did hope desert us? Was not leonine love the grace that girt us? Why then bore we the shrine acro…
1913 · PDF PAGE 112
…se of eld the shrine. Dreams, and devils, and things of death together, Chorus glorious, wild as wind and weather, Mocking; Shine, O our God! Lord God, now shine! Is the symbol of Life indeed departed? Hath-the augur indeed found bloodless-hearted Firstling lamb, and the dove without entrails? Is the hope of the world for ever sunken? Was the dream of us dark, demented, drunken? All in vain are we vowed before the veils? Were we false to the faith? Did hope desert us? Was not leonine love the grace that girt us? Why then bore we the shrine acro…
1929 · PDF PAGE 10
…led grove, the gnarléd bole Of the living tree that is spirit and soûl And body and brain — corne over the sea, (loPan! IoPan!) Devil or god, to me, to me, My man ! my man ! Corne with trumpets sounding sbrill Over the hill ! Corne with drums low muttering From the spring! Corne with flûte and corne with pipe! Am I not ripe? I, who wait and writhe and wrestle With air that hath no boughs to nestle My body, weary of empty clasp, Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp — Corne, O corne! I am numb With the lonely lust of devildom. Thrust the sword th…