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…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
… cup Butwhat new witchcraft held my soul enchaunted ? What necromancy sucked my spirit up ? I saw the demon-archimage that haunted Your eyes, that had me to his house to sup
…n urgent wing ! Let me be silent, and my silence sing Throughout the idle, the luxurious night ! [Tow soft she breathes! Elow tender Her eyes beam down on me! How slender [fer pale, her golden body lies! Even asleep the dark long lashes move, And the eyes see. She dreams of me, of love, Of all these bridal ecstasies That have been ours this month, this month of joy. I am a foolish boy ; Did not the golden starred Ambassador Come like a father to me and implore I would look straight on truth? ‘“ This is no love-sick youth !” He cried, ‘she is ni…
…ates the moon ; Her chaste lips flame, as flames aspire Of poppies in mid-June. She lifts the eyelids amethyst, And looks from half-shut eyes, Gleaming with miracles of mist, Gray shadows on blue skies ; And on her whole face sunrise-kissed, Child-wonderment most wise. The whitest arms in all the earth Blush from the lilac bed. Like a young star even at its birth Shines out the golden head. Sad violets are the maiden girth, Pale flames night-canopied. O gentlest lady! Lift those eyes, And cur] those lips to kiss ! Melt my young boyhood in thy s…
…is palace that he built of running brooks and trees and buds and the sound of the sea, and all the lights of heaven to window it. [Esmés eyes open.] Esmé! you must wake up and kiss father! ESME [half awake}. He sang to me all night, not his voice only, but a deeper voice that I understood so well as I never understood, a voice like his poem, only more beautiful even than that, and I can’t remember one word, only that he kissed me all the night; and there was as it were a vapour, an incense- cloud, about me, and I could not see—and I am so happy…
…nd stillness, for the fountains sake. Ill sing to thee—Lamia ! mother, I obey ! In vain the desperate boy pursued the way With awful eyes ; no bruiséd flower betrayed The tender footsteps of a goddess maid ; No butterfly flew frightened ; on the pool No ripple spoke of her ; the streamlet cool Had no small wreath of amber mist to mark Her flight ; she was not there, the silver spark Had flashed and faded ; all the field was bare, No wave of wing bestirred the sultry air, Save only where the noontide lark rose high To chant his liberty. The …
… his heart and mind Broken and yet imperishable, blind, Hateful, desire they know not what, and turn Lastly to pray for death ; his wild eyes burn, And bitter tears divide his doubtful breath. So grew his anguish to accomplish death, Had not the goddess with the rosy shoon Stooped oer the silver surface of the moon To touch his brow with slumber, like a kiss Whose dreams perfused the name of Archais, Till the sweet odour dulled his brain, and sleep Loosened his limbs, most dreamless and most deep. The mosses serve him for a bed ; the trees Wav…
…rs ! * * * • « There, secret ! Know it ! Now forget ! Betray not Wisdom unto Folly ! Less sweet is Joy than Melancholy! — Why should our eyes for this be wet ? Enough : be silent and be holy ! There, secret ! Know it! Now forget ! Now I have told thee that I love thee ! To me our Star in Heaven burning Tells me thy heart as mine is yearning ; Tells me Love's fragrance stolen above thee Thy soul to mine at last is turning Now I have told thee that I love thee I
…otus gardens of the sleepy gods, On hills where every timid oread tries Blue gentian as disguise From holier (though she think profaner) eyes, On seas where, it may be, (to even the odds !) Each nymph and undine issues from the foam Armed with a pearly mirror and with a coral comb To tire her beauty, lure me to the lakes Of light where strikes the day to hyaline floors Whereon blithe fish and emerald water snakes Play all the day, and all their innocence adores Is some old anchor with its rusty flakes Fallen from God knows what forgotten ship. …
…ntinues as necessity or inclination may dictate. o. It is ended, the play: I am ready to slay. Anoint me! 1. I rise To the fire of thine eyes. I anoint thee, thy priest, Babalon—and The Beast ! And I ask of Thee now: Who art Thou ? o. Omari tessala marax etc. [The Ritual of the S....0of R.... is in silence accomplished. Ix° CLOSING 1. Mouth to mouth and heart to heart! o. For the moment we must part. 1. Time and space renew the illusion. o. Love is swallowed in confusion. 1. Love sustains us eminent Till the hour of Sacrament. o. I love you, an…
…ntinues as necessity or inclination may dictate. o. It is ended, the play: I am ready to slay. Anoint me! 1. I rise To the fire of thine eyes. I anoint thee, thy priest, Babalon—and The Beast ! And I ask of Thee now: Who art Thou ? o. Omari tessala marax etc. [The Ritual of the S....0of R.... is in silence accomplished. Ix° CLOSING 1. Mouth to mouth and heart to heart! o. For the moment we must part. 1. Time and space renew the illusion. o. Love is swallowed in confusion. 1. Love sustains us eminent Till the hour of Sacrament. o. I love you, an…
… right with its nose in the air and so haughty an expression? Well, my dear angel, I imagine to myself that it is you, and he shut his eyes and pulled the trigger. The doll was cleanly beheaded.
…sha immediately protested. "I don't think we ought to interfere with a lady's manicuring," he said indignantly. "Surely we can trust our eyes!" Cyril Grey had beaten lynxes in the Open Championship; but he only murmured: "I'm so sorry, Pasha; I can't trust mine. I'm threatened with tobacco amblyopia." The imbecility of the remark, as intended, came near to upset the Turk's temper. "I've always agreed with Berkeley," he went on, completely changing the plane of the conversation, [40] while maintaining its original subject, "that our eyes bear no…
…into another, ever increasing in stature and in glory. And in his broad brow she read the knowledge of the Unity of Things, and in these eyes the joy unspeakable which that knowledge gives. Yet they were insatiable as death itself; she could see that every ounce of the man's giant strength was strained toward some new attainment. And now came another of the sons of music[11]. But this man's waves were fiery flames like snakes contorted and terrible. It seemed to Iliel as if all heaven were torn asunder by those pangs. Wave strove with wave, and…
…self, the hideous fruit Of what strange poisons? But in mine own self I am the king and chief of all the priests; And thou, in thine own eyes, art a young god, Strong, beautiful, and lithe, a leaping fawn Upon the mountains. PACHAD. Yea, I am a god. I am fire against the fountain of my birth, The storm upon the earth that nurtured me! Leave me: we twain have no more words to speak. THE LEPER. Neither in heaven nor in hell. I go, The dead king, worshipping the living man. [/xiz. PACHAD. I have been a god so long, my thoughts run halt From many c…
…e act the ultimation Rings through eternity past the poles of space. Choose then what spangle on the robe of time Shall glitter in thine eyes : for the hour strikes. Criospa. Mother! I would see the Luck of Maurya stand Two thousand years from now. Rupua. Good priest, bring forth The globe of crystal. ist PRIEST. Hearing is enough. [The priest takes a crystal from out the altar, and places it thereupon. Rupua and Criospa advance.| Rupua. Look! I uplift the veil. [She unveils the crystal.| Criospa. I see a lofty pyramid sun-white Blaze in immacu…
…uch, draw me with thy kiss Into thine own deep bliss, Into thy sleep, thy life, thy imperishable crown ! Let that young godhead in thine eyes Pierce mine, fulfil me of their secrecies, Thy peace, thy purity, thy soul impenetrably wise. II All things which are complete are solitary ; The circling moon, the inconscient drift of stars, The central systems. Burn they, change they, vary ? Theirs is no motion beyond the eternal bars. Seasons and scars Stain not the planets, the unfathomed home, The spaceless, unformed faces in the dome Brighter and b…
…with British slaves ! Men pass their nights with German-Jewish whores, Their days in keeping “ aliens ” from our shores. They turn their eyes up at a Gautier’s tale, And run a maisonette in Maida Vale.
…ace and rest , Of union with stone and grass and tree , Where being sleeps and is not cursed or blessed , Where hands can never feel and eyes not see , Where life and death alike are grey , In this grey land that sucks my life away .
XXVI POOR FOLKS EYES AH, you would like to know why I hate you to-day; it would doubtless be less easy for you to understand than for me to explain, for you are, I think, the finest example of feminine denseness that one might meet in a long days march. We had passed a long day together which had seemed short to me; we had promised ourselves that we should have all our thoughts in common, and that thenceforward our two souls should be no more than one. A dream which has nothing original about it, after all, unless it be that, imagines by all …