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Page 5 of 1201901 · PDF PAGE 76
…. I cast all thought and prudence to the wind : On, to the quest ! The cursed parrot hill Mocks on, on, on ! The thought is left behind. Night came upon me thus—a wizard hand Grasping with silence the reluctant land. Through night I clomb—behind me grew the light Reflected in the portal of the night. I reached the crest at dawn—pallid I stand Uncomprehending of the sudden sight. The river and the bridge ! The river flows, Tears of young orphans for its limpid woes. The red bridge quivers—how my spirit starts, Its seeming glory built of widows’ …
1909 · PDF PAGE 197
ILLUSION D’AMOUREUX SHE lay, the gilded lily with geranium lips, in the midst of the flower of night. Kindlier than the moon, her body glowed with more than harvest gold. Fierier than the portent of a double Venus, her green eyes shot forth utmost flames. From the golden chalice of love arose a perfume terrible and beau- tiful, a perfume strong and deadly to overcome the subtler fragrance of her whole being with its dominant, unshamed appeal. She lay with arms outstretched, as if awaiting the visita- tion of some god. Some ghastly god, for sure…
1909 · PDF PAGE 197
ILLUSION D’AMOUREUX SHE lay, the gilded lily with geranium lips, in the midst of the flower of night. Kindlier than the moon, her body glowed with more than harvest gold. Fierier than the portent of a double Venus, her green eyes shot forth utmost flames. From the golden chalice of love arose a perfume terrible and beau- tiful, a perfume strong and deadly to overcome the subtler fragrance of her whole being with its dominant, unshamed appeal. She lay with arms outstretched, as if awaiting the visita- tion of some god. Some ghastly god, for sure…
1905 · PDF PAGE 123
…e tense desires of man ; | No gleam of moonlight bears the golden mark Of sunny lips, nor shines upon Our sleep—Love’s birchen bark. The night is over Love, love to-night. To-night is all we know, Is all our care; lips joined to lips we lie, Tender hands touching, hearts in tune to die, With willing kiss reluctant to let go; So sweet love’s last enduring sigh For sleep, so sure, so slow. Sleep, sleep to-night. Our arms are inter- twined; Breath desires breath and hand imprisons hand ; Breezes cool faces, rosy with the brand Of long sweet kisses…
1912 · PDF PAGE 71
THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING A at night, a shade better. Some slight vision. July 10. A at night fair only. ,, 11. A rather reveresque. ,, 12. Throat very bad. A futile. ,, 13. A better (in A. M.) (Twenty-second week of A ends. There ought to be a new current to—morrow.) (The idea was 22 weeks for the 22 letters of the Hebrew Alphabet. So he seeks a new method.) ,, 14. Avoided invoking A that He might instruct me in Vision. I am in serious trouble. Place, Method, Means, Time, etc. A wakeful night, followed by profound and dreamless sleep (Had…
1912 · PDF PAGE 71
THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING A at night, a shade better. Some slight vision. July 10. A at night fair only. ,, 11. A rather reveresque. ,, 12. Throat very bad. A futile. ,, 13. A better (in A. M.) (Twenty-second week of A ends. There ought to be a new current to—morrow.) (The idea was 22 weeks for the 22 letters of the Hebrew Alphabet. So he seeks a new method.) ,, 14. Avoided invoking A that He might instruct me in Vision. I am in serious trouble. Place, Method, Means, Time, etc. A wakeful night, followed by profound and dreamless sleep (Had…
1898 · PDF PAGE 70
…a land of pleasant things, of woods and streams, Bind my slumber with a chain of pure delight, Though the canker of it stain at death of night, Fill with passion and distaste and wakened pleasure All the moments run to waste that else were treasure ? Who is Love ? a fury red with all men’s blood On his cruel altars shed, a deadly flood ? Or a veiléd vision black with shame and fear, Whose most loathliest attack at night is near, 60
1898 · PDF PAGE 98
And on his feet I knew the sandals were More beautiful than flame, and white, And on the glory of his hair The crown of night. And I beheld his robe, and on its hem Were writ unlawful words to say, Broidered like lilies, with a gem More clear than day. And round him shone so wonderful a light As when on Galilee Jesus once walked, and clove the night And calmed the sea. I scarce could see his features for the fire That dwelt about his brow, Yet, for the whiteness of my own desire, I see him now ; Because my footsteps follow his, and tread The aw…
1903 · PDF PAGE 28
…Your lips begin a tune, A long, low tune of love that swells Little by little, and lights The overarching miracles Of love’s desire, and Night’s. It swells, it rolls to triumph-song Through luminous black skies ; Thrills into silence sharp and strong, Assumes its peace, and dies. There is the night: it covers close The lilies folded fair Of all your beauty, and the rose Half hidden in your hair. 26
1912 · PDF PAGE 27
…MORTADELLO. Then, before God, I swear it, she shall drink of steel ! I go now to give order. Be at peace. MAGDALENA. I will. And so good night. My hand is yours to bend and kiss. Let its blood pulse what breast allures to burning bliss. I wouldI wouldI know not what I would. But you Divine it. MORTADELLO. Ah ! MAGDALENA. The night is hot, no wind beats through The hushed canals. So is my heartfor you, my lord, My excellent lord ! and soto part. MORTADELLO. Draw out my sword ! [She does so. So, sweet, while faintest fear can threat my troth-…
1898 · PDF PAGE 83
THE STORM. IN the storm that divides the wild night from the passionate kiss of the morning Stands there a tower by the sea unshaken by wave and by wind, Lightning assails, and the sea breaks vain on the battlements, scorning Even to fling back the foam shattered before and behind, Save for one window its height rears up unbroken and blind. Here may a man gaze out to the night by the stars of it stricken, Out to the blind black air that the lightning divides and is dumb ; Here, and look back in the tower where pallid shades murmur and quicken, …
1911 · PDF PAGE 169
…a waking sleep that is deeper than sleep, and his mind is still; he seems like a well in the desert, shaded by windless palms. And it is night; and because the night is the whole night of space, and not the partial night of earth, there is no thought of dawn. For the light of the Sun maketh illusion, blinding man’s eyes to the glory of the stars. And unless he be in the shadow of the earth, he cannot see the stars. So, also, unless he be hidden from the light of life, he cannot behold Nuit. Here, then, do I abide in unalterable midnight, utterl…
1961 · PDF PAGE 12
…s, that both to write then, and to read now, involved and involves an almost intolerable strain. I remember how I used to sit at my desk night after nightit was the bitterest winter that had been known in New York for many yearsbut even if the central heating had been the flames of hell itself, I doubt whether I should have been warm. Night after night I sat, all through, rigid as a corpse, and icier; the whole of my life concentrated in two spots; the small section of my brain which was occupied in the work, and my right wrist and fingers. I…
1908 · PDF PAGE 57
…he torturing hours, The Mother brings life in the strength of Her showers ; The Son with the fire of His Passion withdrawn Enkindles the night to the life of the Dawn. In the cup of the world, as pure water and wine, His sorrow is mingled and mixed into Thine, For a liquor to heal us the children of night, The Immaculate Light, the Immaculate Light ! Amen. A 50
1911 · PDF PAGE 57
…he torturing hours, The Mother brings life in the strength of Her showers ; The Son with the fire of His Passion withdrawn Enkindles the night to the life of the Dawn. In the cup of the world, as pure water and wine, His sorrow is mingled and mixed into Thine, For a liquor to heal us the children of night, The Immaculate Light, the Immaculate Light ! Amen. A 50
1910 · PDF PAGE 34
24 THE WIZARD WAY VELVET soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew Where its ray fell light as dew, Lighting up the shimmering veil Maiden pure and aery frail That the spiders wove to hide Blushes of the sylvan bride Earth, that trembled with delight At the male caress of Night. Velvet soft the wizard trod To the Sabbath of his God. With his naked feet he made Starry blossoms in the glade, Softly, softly, as he went To the sombre sacrament, Stealthy stepping to the tryst In his gown of amethyst. Earlier…
1898 · PDF PAGE 77
…s a bare bleak headland which the sea Incessantly devours, A rock impregnable, where herb and tree Are not. A vision of it came to me In night’s most ghastly hours. I who desire, beyond all named desire, To pass the envious bounds of air and fire, And penetrate the bosom of the night, Saw in a vision such a neophyte Stand on the forehead of the rock ; I saw The armies of unalterable law Shudder within their spheres, as to him came His master’s spirit, like a tongue of flame, To touch his lips and ears and eyes and hands With that pale amber tha…
1913 · PDF PAGE 82
…arth 's carapace ? No angel, but the very light And fire and spirit of Her, Unmitigated , eremite , The unmanifested myrrh , Ocean , and night that is not night, The mother -mediator .
1906 · PDF PAGE 42
…wn, And all I want of will. She speaks not, and is known. Her window shining chill Whispers ‘‘ He lingers still. Tama alone.” IV. But to-night the lamp must be wasted, And the delicate hurt must ache, And the sweet lips moan untasted, My lady lie lonely awake. The night is taken from love, and love’ S guerdon Is life and its burden. To-night if I turn to my lover I must'ask: If she be? who am I? To-night if her heart I uncover No heart in the night I espy. I am grips with the question of eld, and the sphinx holds fast My eyes to the past. Who a…
1899 · PDF PAGE 78
70 THE TALE OF ARCHAIS Than earthly stars and flowers That beam lasciviously through nights empurpled hours ! O well of fire ! O fountain of delicious spurting flame Grown sad with shame, Whose imminent desire Drinks in the dew of earth, Gives its own limpid streams to quench mans deathly dearth. O gardened rose ! The fern-fronds gird thy fragrant beauty round. Thy ways are bound With petals that unclose When the sun seeks his way Through night and sleep and love to all the dreams of day. Love, sleep, and death ! The three that melt together,…