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Page 5 of 1291903 · PDF PAGE 43
THE SECOND DAY “ Keep you in the rear of your affection Out of the shot and danger of desire.” Hamlet. I was so hopeless that I turned away And gave my love to foul oblivion, Shuttered my bosom’s window from the sun, Kindled a corpse-light and proclaimed “ The day ! ”; Lurked in Aeaean fens to elude the ray Whose beauty might disturb me : I did shun The onyx eyes that saw me not as one Possible even for a moment’s play. Thus I was tangled in some house of hell, Giving mine own soul’s beauty up to lust, Hoping to build some fort impregnable Agai…
1903 · PDF PAGE 86
THE TWENTY-SEVENTH DAY “ The ship is in her trim ; the merry wind Blows fair from land.” Comedy of Errors. Quite careless whether golden gales of wind Fling our boat forward, or the storm and spark Of lightning lamp or shroud us in the dark, Careless if ever land again we find, Careless of all things (this love being blind), We put to sea. O gladly stand and mark The diamond headland fall behind our barque, Wrapped in shrine-shadow of love’s central mind ! We are alone to-day on the strange sea, Divider of the dawn’s divinity From sunset’s sple…
1904 · PDF PAGE 29
…ricket have come to stay, Five o'clock is the time to bring Tea and strawberry ice, and play Various dulcet jargoning; . Lazy paddle all day to swing, Lazy pipe to kill ennut’s germ, Lazy, lazy everything :— Sing heigh-ho for the glad May Term ! O hooray! merry boys, hooray! Flannels are pleasures that have no sting. Everyone’s white and cool and gay ; Everyone looks as if a wing Might any moment sprout and spring, Turning him into an “alb’ inerm’ Angelum,” like Aladdin’s ring; Sing heigh-ho for the glad May Term! O the trees are out to-day! O …
1906 · PDF PAGE 90
…d, did not love enchain There even as here: what mattered aught at all While love was hovering and our lips were fain ? THE FORTY-EIGHTH DAY. ‘ Tet us return And strain what other means is left to us In our dear peril.” Timon of Athens. Our love takes on a tinge of melancholy, The six months glory of life past on earth About to yield to Hades’ bridal birth, The world’s sad sympathy with Perse- phone. | | Yet I myself, while tuning to her kéy My sighs of sorrow, mused in secret mirth: ‘‘T am convinced at last of money’s worth, For lack of which …
1909 · PDF PAGE 112
…ly. . . , Therefore is 0. M. not content with all this wonder; but will now orderly close the temple, that at the Beginning of the Tenth Day—and Ten are the Holy Sephiroth, the Emanations of the Crown ; Blessed be He! . . . He may make new considerations of this Operation whereby he may discover through what error he is thus betrayed again and again into failure. Failure. Failure. The Temple is closed. Now then, Ο Lord Adonai! Let the Tenth Day be favourable unto 0. Mi For in the struggle he is as nothing worth. Nor valiant, nor fortunate, nor …
1954 · PDF PAGE 185
19 The Act of Truth Cara Soror, Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. It seems that last Wednesday I so far forgot myself as to refer to the "Act of Truth" in conversation, and never mentioned what it is when it's at home, or why anyone should perform it, or what happens when one does perform it! All right, I will remedy that; luckily, it is a very simple matter; very important, perfectly paradoxical, and devastatingly effective. Analysed, it is to make the assumption that something which seems very wrong is actually all right, that …
1903 · PDF PAGE 68
THE SEVENTEENTH DAY “ Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant.” Tempest. Last night—but the boy shrieked in’s sleep—then, there I had ended all ! Having ingressed the track That leads from green or white-crowned hours to black, The pleasant portals of the scorpion snare, First gleaming toils of an enchantress’ hair That afterward shall change their fervours slack To strong gripe of a devil-fish : go back ? The hand is put forth to the plough—beware ! I took my shrine down : at the night we lay Four hours debating between fear and sin : Wh…
1903 · PDF PAGE 95
THE THIRTY-FIFTH DAY “ I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it, but adieu.” King Henry V. The third time bitterly came reason back. Is it a fault in love when mornings find The soul grown sober and rethroned the mind ? Or is it mere necessity to track The candid chequer cross-wise to the black, And love, not mutable, yet well inclined To take his pleasure in becoming blind After such sight mere day is wont to lack. So we were angry with ourselves and said We would not kiss—two days, and we would part. And she prayed heaven that she might be dea…
1906 · PDF PAGE 89
THE FORTY-SEVENTH DAY 83 But born of strings intangible, of spheres Shaken of love, a mightier music’s might Frailer to sound than dewfall is to sight ! Wake, O sweet soul incorporate of tears! Or else dream on and let no tears begem Love’s crown of thorns, ensanguine diadem, But let pale kisses blossom, starry shrine Of lips most deathlike, that endure divine _ Past sleep’s, or parting’s, or death’s spoil of them In the pomegranate walks of Proser- pine !! THE FORTY-FIFTH DAY. ‘Peace, fool! I have not done.” Troilus and Cressida, THovu knowest…
1929 · PDF PAGE 178
…r a nuisance. They complained of Eckenstein's discipline and made themselves notably unpleasant. We rather encouraged them to go off all day and make heroic ascents. But their proposal to take three days' provisions in their rucksacks and go off and climb K2 was negatived. It is really astonishing that so many days of travel had taught them nothing about the scale of the mountains. One cannot measure them by feet and miles. I myself cannot quite see how it is that the difference comes in. But there is not doubt of the fact. It is quite useless …
1903 · PDF PAGE 62
THE FOURTEENTH DAY “ Some there be that shadows kiss ; Such have but a shadow’s bliss ; There be fools alive, I wis.” Merchant of Venice. All day we chose each moment possible When to the other’s face each face might cling, Each kiss burn forth, a double fiery sting Exalting us in joy foreseen to swell A mighty exultation ; it befell, However, that I saw the shadowy thing Lurk behind love, and flap a scornful wing, Seeing our honour stood a citadel. I saw the foolishness of love and saith : “ I am exalted over shame and death, But will not take…
1903 · PDF PAGE 102
THE FORTY-FIRST DAY “ I am sick.” Antony and Cleopatra. How things are changed since Alice was so ill ! I, being in high fever, lay in bed, While my love smoothed the pillows for my head : Her calm looks christened me with dew to still All chance of fever to the soul, and fill My heart with pure love like a snowfall shed Meekly, a blossom where frail white and red Were never frenzied at some mad god’s will. She sat and gazed upon me all day long. Sometimes she held my hands ; then she would weep, And then stoop tenderly and kiss my lips, Or lul…
1941 · PDF PAGE 10
HYMN FOR THE AMERICAN PEOPLE (Independence Day). Brothers and sisters on this day Of deathless glory, let us come United in our glad array To hymn our fathers martyrdom. Ashes to ashes? Dust to dust? So let it be! In God we trust. They diedthey diedand we are free. Take up their cross! Deserve their crown! The stainless flag of liberty By man shall not be trodden down! Ashes to ashes? Dust to dust? So let it be! In God we trust. In war and earthquake, wreck and wrong, Still let the flag of freedom fly In peace and safety, still be strong! Fo…
1908 · PDF PAGE 26
AMPHORA Till the fullness of Thy light Shine upon the untrodden way, Drown this dull, deceitful night In Thy sempiternal day ! Amen. 19
1913 · PDF PAGE 218
180 THE EQUINOX In the mist, and in the sunshine, and the day! Thou art married to Love, maybe, for Love sits weeping In my desolate heart, nor know I what can ail him, Save it be that thou art fled; immortal Love And mortal Death, and are ye separate still, Even as I and as the unknown Rose? Maybe the Rose is Death, and I am Love, Wed to young Life, and jealous of desire Of Death! Oh, in the cool green colonnades I have lingered late, even till the night’s slow fall, And I have heard the dying voices of day, The market-women’s chatter growing …
1913 · PDF PAGE 218
180 THE EQUINOX In the mist, and in the sunshine, and the day! Thou art married to Love, maybe, for Love sits weeping In my desolate heart, nor know I what can ail him, Save it be that thou art fled; immortal Love And mortal Death, and are ye separate still, Even as I and as the unknown Rose? Maybe the Rose is Death, and I am Love, Wed to young Life, and jealous of desire Of Death! Oh, in the cool green colonnades I have lingered late, even till the night’s slow fall, And I have heard the dying voices of day, The market-women’s chatter growing …
1901 · PDF PAGE 44
…ours of night, No sleep so sweet as this is, Whose pulse of purple blisses Beats calm and cool and light. No life so fair with roses, No day so swift to close is ; No cushion so reposes Fair love so sweet and slight. Sleep greets the morn and takes us ; The wood that wonders makes us Soft noises heard above. The sunny snake forsakes us, The noon sun lastly wakes us, To watch the wooing dove ; And day draws on delighted To leave us there benighted, Once more divinely plighted In perfect moon of love.
1941 · PDF PAGE 6
HYMN FOR THE AMERICAN PEOPLE (Independence Day). Brothers and sisters on this day Of deathless glory, let us come United in our glad array To hymn our fathers martyrdom. Ashes to ashes? Dust to dust? So let it be! In God we trust. They diedthey diedand we are free. Take up their cross! Deserve their crown! The stainless flag of liberty By man shall not be trodden down! Ashes to ashes? Dust to dust? So let it be! In God we trust. In war and earthquake, wreck and wrong, Still let the flag of freedom fly In peace and safety, still be strong! Fo…
1909 · PDF PAGE 125
… of itl The torture of it! I slept in patches as a man sleeps that is deadly ill. I am only afraid of failing to wake for the End of the day. God! what a day! . . . I dare not trust my will to keep me awake; so I rise, wash, and will walk about till time to get into my Asana. Thirst! Oh how I thirst! I had not thought that there could be such suffering. The Eleventh Day It seems a poor thing to be proud of, merely to be awake. Yet I was flushed with triumph as a boy that wins his first race. The powers of Asana and Pranayama return. I did 21 Brea…
1911 · PDF PAGE 26
AMPHORA Till the fullness of Thy light Shine upon the untrodden way, Drown this dull, deceitful night In Thy sempiternal day ! Amen. 19