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…hy play! XX. Be every Act an Act of Love and Worship! Be every Act the Fiat of a God! Be every Act a Source of radiant Glory! XXI. Treat time and all conditions of Event as Servants of thy Will, appointed to present the Universe to thee in the form of thy Plan.
…htness, the whole world bursts into splendour at his shining.* And— There exists, O Brothers, a Realm wherein is neither Earth nor Water time naught save the Brahman was. Then ‘In the beginning Desire arose in it, which was the primal germ of Mind.” Where did that desire come from, if the Brahman was the All, and the Unchangeable. .. . Again, if the Brahman was the All, and was perfect, then what was the object of this emanation of a Sorrow- filled Universe?” The Vedantist would naturally answer to this: “To put it in another way; you say that …
…htness, the whole world bursts into splendour at his shining.* And— There exists, O Brothers, a Realm wherein is neither Earth nor Water time naught save the Brahman was. Then ‘In the beginning Desire arose in it, which was the primal germ of Mind.” Where did that desire come from, if the Brahman was the All, and the Unchangeable. .. . Again, if the Brahman was the All, and was perfect, then what was the object of this emanation of a Sorrow- filled Universe?” The Vedantist would naturally answer to this: “To put it in another way; you say that …
…ve nor die But are immortal . The refrains of love And death and tragedy Seem sad by very changelessness . The world In the forthflow of time So new , is yet so hopeless and so old , That every tear we shed Is but a repetition of those tears Which perhaps Sappho shed . The same chant murmurs in the ageless sea As Homer turned to words , 128
…ast thou god! So there are no more roses, no more roses ; There shall be no more songs to thee, Lord of the lilies and the silent sea Of Time. No rime This night brings to thee: closes The hour in dusk; there is no song sung to thee, And thou art fled from all thy toil, set free... . IX THE DESCENT INTO MATTER Yea! All the veils of the spirit come to this— To this, that they are veils of thee, of thee; 155
…ast thou god! So there are no more roses, no more roses ; There shall be no more songs to thee, Lord of the lilies and the silent sea Of Time. No rime This night brings to thee: closes The hour in dusk; there is no song sung to thee, And thou art fled from all thy toil, set free... . IX THE DESCENT INTO MATTER Yea! All the veils of the spirit come to this— To this, that they are veils of thee, of thee; 155
80 MYSTERIES: As free as summer-time, to sound or cease: God’s utmost peace Lies like a cloud upon the quiet land. O little hand! White hand with rose leaves shed about the tips, As if my lips : Had left their bloom upon it when they kissed, As if a mist Of God’s delicious dawn had overspread 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 _ Sparkl…
…reeps Snake-wise in royal robe, Wound round that vanished glory of the globe. Unto that sky beyond the starry deeps, Beyond the Toils of Time — then formulate In thine own mind, luminous, concentrate, The Lion of the Light, a child that stands On the vast shoulders of the Steed of God : Or winged, or shooting flying shafts, or shod With the flame-sandals. Then, lift up thine hands ! Centre thee in thine heart one scarlet thought Limpid with brilliance of the Light above ! 120
13 O living Rose ! O dowered with subtle dew Of love. The tiny eternities of time, Caught between flying seconds, are well filled With these futilities of fragrant rhyme : In Loves retort distilled, In sunrays of fierce loathing purified, In moonrays of pure longing tried, And gathered after many moons of labour Into the compass of a single day : And wrought into continuous tune, One laughter with one langour for its neighbor, One thought of winter with one word of June, Muddled and mixed in mere dismay, Chiselled with the cunning chisel o…
…ngs, But the silver of moonlight subtly springs Into the feathers that flash with the pace Of our flight to the violate bounds of space. Time is dropt like a stone from the stars : Space is a chaos of broken bars : Being is merged in a furious flood That rages and hisses and foams in the blood. See ! I am dead ! I am passed, I am passed Out of the sensible world at-last. I am not. Yet I am, as I never was, A drop in the sphere of molten glass Whose radiance changes and shifts and drapes The infinite soul in finite shapes. There is light, there …
…issedl Lie there, love—if I love you indeed Who adore and wonder and faint for drouth Of the passion-flower fallen from the other side Of time and space the tedious tide. Lie there, lie there, and let me bleed To death in the breath of the murderous mouth I 45
…issedl Lie there, love—if I love you indeed Who adore and wonder and faint for drouth Of the passion-flower fallen from the other side Of time and space the tedious tide. Lie there, lie there, and let me bleed To death in the breath of the murderous mouth I 45
… head, alas ! That maidens catch from Maeterlinck, II Sixteen years old when she died 1 A Vestal, tending Minerva’s flame; It was not her time to read ; beside, Her life had hardly a hope or aim, Nor duties enough, nor little cares; She was never quiet; her mind was astir, Το Henrik Ibsen she said her prayers, And she worshipped Edward Carpenter‘ III Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope? We know that your soul was pure and true From Alan Leo’s Test Horoscope, And Cheiro’s words confirmed it too— And just because I was thrice as old, And because you t…
… head, alas ! That maidens catch from Maeterlinck, II Sixteen years old when she died 1 A Vestal, tending Minerva’s flame; It was not her time to read ; beside, Her life had hardly a hope or aim, Nor duties enough, nor little cares; She was never quiet; her mind was astir, Το Henrik Ibsen she said her prayers, And she worshipped Edward Carpenter‘ III Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope? We know that your soul was pure and true From Alan Leo’s Test Horoscope, And Cheiro’s words confirmed it too— And just because I was thrice as old, And because you t…
…nd bleak ravines Unto these weary and untrodden regions Where man lies penned among his Might- have-beens. Keep us in safety, Lord, What time the King-Ghost is abroad ! The King-Ghost from his grey malefic slumbers Awakes the malice of his bloodless brain. He marshals the innumerable numbers Of shrieking shapes on the sepulchral plain. Keep us, for Jesu’s sake, What time the King-Ghost is awake !
… the will. It is no figure of boy’s speech, Lover's enthusiasm, rhyme Magniloquent of bard, to reach Truth through the husk of space and time: No truth is more devout than this : “In you I live: I live in you.” Had Latmos not known Artemis, Where were the faint lights of that dew Of Keats? O maiden moon of mine, Imperial crescent, rise and shine! 36
…A giant god, and strangle him anon With starry serpents like Laocoon, A stoic god that might enamour And draw him with its tendrils into time. VII Y mouth was wet with the delicious crime Of kissing you, 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 de…
…very likely flatter ourselves that our minds are pretty calm; this is a defect of observation. Just as the European standing for the first time on the edge of the desert will see nothing there, while his 47
THE EQUINOX To wish to be at the same time God and Devil is to absorb in one’s self the most absolute antinomy, the two most strained contrary forces; it is the wish to shut up in one’s self an infinite antagonism. It is to drink a poison which would extinguish the suns and consume the worlds. It is to put on the consuming robe of Deianira. It is to devote one’s self to the promptest and most terrible of all deaths. Woe to him who wishes to know too much! For if excessive and rash knowledge does not kill him it will make him mad. 1 An allusion …
THE EQUINOX To wish to be at the same time God and Devil is to absorb in one’s self the most absolute antinomy, the two most strained contrary forces; it is the wish to shut up in one’s self an infinite antagonism. It is to drink a poison which would extinguish the suns and consume the worlds. It is to put on the consuming robe of Deianira. It is to devote one’s self to the promptest and most terrible of all deaths. Woe to him who wishes to know too much! For if excessive and rash knowledge does not kill him it will make him mad. 1 An allusion …