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Page 46 of 1201901 · PDF PAGE 11
…d Sprang in the thunder-wind ! The strong words bind ~ For evermore, Amen! the keys of Hell and Death. Central, supreme, most formidable Night, Gathered its garments, drew itself apart, Gaunt limbs appear athwart the coprolite Veil of deep agony, display the heart; Even as a gloomy sea, Wherein dead fishes be, Poisonous things, nameless; the eightfold Fear, Misshapen crab and worm, The intolerable sperm, Lewd dragons slime-built stagnant, the foul mere Crawled, moved, gave tongue, The essential soul of dung That lived and stung; That spoke: no …
1901 · PDF PAGE 15
…, in the home of a friend, Here, in the mist of a lie, The pageant moves on to the desolate end Under a sultry sky. Noon is upon us, and Night, Spreading her wings unto flight, Visits the lands that lie far in the West, Where the bright East is at peace on her breast: Opposite quarters unite. Soon is the nightfall of Destiny here; Nature’s must pass as her hour is gone by. Only another than she is too near, Gloom in the sky. One who can never pass over shall sever Links that were forged of Love’s hand; A
1902 · PDF PAGE 24
…why travel ? To what end? What is the symbol I am set to find ? What is that burning heart of blood to spend Caught in a sunset with the night behind, The Grail of God ? I would that I were blind ! I would that I were desolate and dumb, Naked and poor ! That He might manifest A crimson glory subtly caught and come, An opal crucible of Alkahest ! And yet—what gain of vital gold expressed ? 22
1910 · PDF PAGE 390
14 SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT Sir Palamede the Saracen Rides like a centaur mad with war; He sabres many a million men, And tramples many a million more! Before him lies the untravelled land Where never a human soul is known, A desert by a wizard banned, A soulless wilderness of stone. Nor grass, nor corn, delight the vales ; Nor beast, nor bird, span space. Immense, Black rain, grey mist, white wrath of gales, Fill the dread armoury of sense. Nor shines the sun; nor moon, nor star Their subtle light at all display ; Nor day, nor night, …
1910 · PDF PAGE 390
14 SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT Sir Palamede the Saracen Rides like a centaur mad with war; He sabres many a million men, And tramples many a million more! Before him lies the untravelled land Where never a human soul is known, A desert by a wizard banned, A soulless wilderness of stone. Nor grass, nor corn, delight the vales ; Nor beast, nor bird, span space. Immense, Black rain, grey mist, white wrath of gales, Fill the dread armoury of sense. Nor shines the sun; nor moon, nor star Their subtle light at all display ; Nor day, nor night, …
1899 · PDF PAGE 238
…s. They fight, Wild beasts, for food, The orphan’s gold, the widow's right, The virgin’s snood. All in their maws are crammed within the night That hides their chosen wood, Where through the blackness sounds the sickening noise Of cannibals that gloat on monstrous joys. The valley steams with slaughter. Here Shall the pure snow The bloody reek of murder rear To crush the foe? Like a mad giant shall the rocks spring clear And smite the fiends below ?
1901 · PDF PAGE 104
…e worm that never dies is thine ; the fire that lingereth ! ” “ Three voices has thy frame, Their music is but one. Fool-demon, slave of night and shame, That canst not see the sun ! I am the Lord thy God : make thou homage and orison ! ” The wild heads sank in fear : Then, troubled, to those eyes Remembrance crept of many a year, Barred gates of Paradise. Again the Voice rolled in the deep, mingled with murmuring sighs : “ I mind me of the day One came from Death to me ; His soul was weary of the day, His look was melancholy ; He bade me open …
1910 · PDF PAGE 429
SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT 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 sh…
1910 · PDF PAGE 429
SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT 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 sh…
1910 · PDF PAGE 106
…am4 drives forth the drunken man from out the marble prayer-shrine. Blue Mushtari5 strove with red Mirrikh which should be master of the night — But where is Mushtari, where Mirrikh when in the sky the sun doth shine ? Now El Qahar to Hafiz gives the worship unto poets due :6 — But songs are nought and Music all ; what poet music may define ?
1911 · PDF PAGE 278
…d wheels that tire. Ο subtle-minded flame of amber gyre, It seems a spark of gold Grown purple, and behold! A flame of gray! Then the dark night-wings glow With iridescent indigo, Shot with some violet ray ; And all the vision flames across the horizon The millionth of no time—and when we say: Hail !—Thou art gone! The Moon is dark beside thy crown ; the Sun Seems a pale image of thy body bare; And for thine hair Flash comets lustrous with the dewfall rare Of tears of that most memorable One, The radiant Queen, the veiléd Paphiani The wings of lig…
1911 · PDF PAGE 278
…d wheels that tire. Ο subtle-minded flame of amber gyre, It seems a spark of gold Grown purple, and behold! A flame of gray! Then the dark night-wings glow With iridescent indigo, Shot with some violet ray ; And all the vision flames across the horizon The millionth of no time—and when we say: Hail !—Thou art gone! The Moon is dark beside thy crown ; the Sun Seems a pale image of thy body bare; And for thine hair Flash comets lustrous with the dewfall rare Of tears of that most memorable One, The radiant Queen, the veiléd Paphiani The wings of lig…
1912 · PDF PAGE 118
…r perisheth, So all sin died. And in that place All they did know the Beauteous Breath And taste the Goodly Gift of Grace. Then fell the night. Above the baying Of the great Beast, that was the bass To all the harps of Heaven a-playing, There came a solemn voice (not one But was upon his knees in praying And glorifying God). The Son Of God Himself—men thought—spoke then. “ Arise! brave soldier, thou hast won The quest not given to mortal men. Arise! Sir Palamede Adept, Christian, and no more Saracen ! On wake or sleeping, wise, inept, Still tho…
1944 · PDF PAGE 229
…nd Mem‐Air, Fire, and Water‐the three Mother letters of the Hebrew al‐ phabet. This pyramid is situated in the great Sea of Binah in the Night of Time, but the sea is solidified; hence the colours of the back‐ ground are mottled, a cold thin dark grey with a pat‐ tern of indigo and green. The sides of the pyramid have a strong reddish tint, showing the in‐ fluence of Mars.
1901 · PDF PAGE 62
…itigable, intelligible one, Reality beyond realities! This hour the foolish ones shall see their souls Shrink at my manifest deity. This night My spirit on my spirit shall beget Myself for my own child. Behold! they come, Fantastically moving through the dance, The many mourners, and the fatal bier Looms in the dimness of the anteroom. It is enough. My hour is at hand! CHORUS enter and circumambulate. Even as the traitor’s breath Goeth forth, he perisheth By the secret sibilant word that is spoken unto death. Even as the profane hand Reacheth t…
1905 · PDF PAGE 62
…enied Jesus—He did well. GLOIRE ET LOUANGE GLORY and praise to thee, O Satan, in the height Of Heaven, where thou didst rule, and in the night Of Hell, where conquered, dost dream silently ! Grant that one day my soul ’neath Knowledge-Tree Rest near thine own soul, when from thy forehead Like a new temple all its branches spread.
1910 · PDF PAGE 49
…n-shapen spud1 Into a pool of crimson mud. Yet stars2 I saw ; and camel-jinn3 And moons4 upon the winds that scud.5 The sun6 I saw ; and night borne up7 upon some dark eternal flood. Ay ! mine Habib ! thy body’s key Is like a scarlet poppy-bud. Strike in my bell thy clapper ; wake The cosmic echo in my blood ! For El Qahar thy beauty broods, Of thy perfections chews the cud. 1. [Persian text] Suli, an impaling stake. A rare word of Sanskrit origin. 2. Chokmah, the “ emanation ” referred to the Sphere of the Stars. 3. Geburah. Curiously reminisc…
1910 · PDF PAGE 172
THE GREY NIGHT. II9 Hath grasped at the blackness of the ban : And thus do I crush it. As the storm Whirls shrieking round thy ghastly form Thy spirit’s torture shall abate The bodily pangs of thy fearsome fate. Weak fool ! The fate of Arcady And the whole world — that hung on thee ! Hadst thou but made thee Emperor, And led thy legions into war ! Thou broken reed — a birth unclean, A life sucked up in sordid spleen, A death absurd, most foully wrought To the shape of thy father’s leper-thought. This be thy doom, that thou shalt see The curses …
1913 · PDF PAGE 71
…canal with manifold Rays of clear morning ; never grow afraid When he dips down beyond the far , flat land , Know never more the day and night apart , Know not where frost has laid his iron hand Save only that it fastens on my heart ; Save only that it grips with icy fire These veins no fire of hell could satiate ; Save only that it quenches this desire . Let me pass out beyond the city gate . THE ROSICRUCIAN . SEE the centuries wax and wane , I know their mysteries of pain , The secrets of the living fire , The key of life : I live : I reign :…
1907 · PDF PAGE 42
…he waning moon Out of the hollow of Sty Head Pass !? Gable! is grander for the gloom. Lingmell ! is silver! Ah, the bloom Of the rose of night ; oh, dulcet tune Of the dew falling on the grass ! I am the veritable Queen Of Night: my king is hither bound. A moment and he comes—oh, breast ! Heave if thou wilt !—such stir is rest. He comes, ah! steals to me unseen. The trees are high, the shades profound. Together over moor and lake ! Together over scaur and fell ! For ever let us travel so ; To stop so sweet a flight were woe. Even to stop for lo…