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THE TENTH DAY 67 THE EIGHTH DAY. ‘* A certain aim he took At a fair Vestal thronéd by the West.”’ Midsummer Night's Dream. HERE in the extreme west of all the earth This Vestal sate; and I from Cupid’s bow Loosed a fair shaft of verses shapen so As to fling love through the chaste girdle’s girth, And show my love how meek was my love’s birth, How innocent its being: thus arow Stood the mild lines, immaculate, to show My harmless passion and her own great worth. She could not be offended: and moreover— When at the nightfall I sought Heaven’s lig…
1903 · PDF PAGE 8
…ntangled doom ” He paused, sighing, then continued— “ To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy power which seems omnipotent ; To love, and bear ; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates ; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent : This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great, and joyous, beautiful, and free : This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.” The last phrase pealed trumpet-wise : he sank back into thought. “ Yes,” he said slowly, “ neithe…
1907 · PDF PAGE 17
…ferable delight I mock with the weak word of wife, I was sucked down into the crater rim, Into the crimson damask dim Candescent cave of night O then I mock myself with words ! They are like cardinal-coloured birds And honey-coloured doves : Yet one thing mortal serves to name another As mortal as itself. Why must our deathless loves Be stained by the black-hearted mother That called things by dead names ? The sunny elf Language shall play with the ethereal flames But never dare approach The central and volcanic fire, The inmost Force, nor, li…
1913 · PDF PAGE 147
…ings seen . To us Thought sinks not mistless on the shapes of things , Clear as the day ; but harsh And driven to boldness in the city - night , Straining beyond herself She makes strange dreams of her bewilderment . Of such race are you not ; For you , untripped by unseen snares , in light Can see the simple truth As it has been through centuries in those isles Which neither live 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…
1913 · PDF PAGE 193
…ere 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
1913 · PDF PAGE 193
…ere 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
1899 · PDF PAGE 212
…rthly shore, but guards the coast Of that which is from that which is to be; Wherefore it kindles no evasive fire Nor blazes through the night, but lies forgotten Gray in the twilight; never a star is out To light the broad horizon ; only here Behind us cluster lamps, and busy sounds Of men proclaim a city; but to us They are not here; for we, because we love, Are not of earth, but, as the immortals, stand With eyes immutable; our souls are fed On a strange new nepenthe from the cup Of the vast firmament. Nor do we dream, Nor think we aught of …
1901 · PDF PAGE 13
…ords of this globe, the Saxon race, are we. “ Europe before us lies, as men lie dead ; “ Britannia—ho ! Britannia rules the sea ! ” This night thy kingdom shall be finishèd, Thy soul required of thee. Hail ! France ! Because thy freedom hath rebelled Against the alien, and the golden yoke ; Because thy justice lives and reigns, unquelled, Unbribed ; because thy head above the smoke Soars, eagle ! Tribulation hath not felled Thy freedom’s ancient oak ! 11
1902 · PDF PAGE 122
…pace, The twilight-moving place, The gates of matter, and the dark threshold, Before the faces of the Things that dwell In the Abodes of Night, Spring into sight Demons dog-faced, that show no mortal sign Of Truth, but desecrate the Light Divine, Seducing from the sacred mysteries. But, after all these Folk of Fear are driven Before the avenging levin That rives the opening skies, Behold that Formless and that Holy Flame That hath no name ; That Fire that darts and flashes, writhes and creeps Snake-wise in royal robe, Wound round that vanished …
1909 · PDF PAGE 203
… the horrible river— O but the stars of it stagger and shiver! Leave me in peace, O disaster of light! Leave me to solitude, leave me to night! Is there no moon to enkindle the height? Vv See how the moon with her amrita dews Drinks up the death of the Star, and renews Life in cascades of peonian hues ! Nay, but she curves to arise, to increase; Glamour on glamour to sicken and cease. How shall the warrior win to the peace? Fade, O thou moon, in thy magical bark! Sink in the ocean thy silvery spark ! Leave me, ah leave me alone in the dark! N 1…
1909 · PDF PAGE 203
… the horrible river— O but the stars of it stagger and shiver! Leave me in peace, O disaster of light! Leave me to solitude, leave me to night! Is there no moon to enkindle the height? Vv See how the moon with her amrita dews Drinks up the death of the Star, and renews Life in cascades of peonian hues ! Nay, but she curves to arise, to increase; Glamour on glamour to sicken and cease. How shall the warrior win to the peace? Fade, O thou moon, in thy magical bark! Sink in the ocean thy silvery spark ! Leave me, ah leave me alone in the dark! N 1…
1910 · PDF PAGE 70
…ax ! the bar Of the unshifting star Is broken — Io ! Asar ! My spirit is wrapt in the wind of light ; It is whirled away on the wings of night, Sable-plumed are the wonderful wings, 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.…
1913 · PDF PAGE 26
…. Oh fair and straight, in a furnace of delight With naked love to blow the flames , they wrought Your beauty of dreams enored in summer night , Sharp flashes of song, and poets' molten thought , And golden ornaments of prodigal spring , And cool in tears they tempered the lovely thing , A cruelty , a wonder , a delight. - A little cruel , for steel must needs be keen And cruel, but a blade of wonder, with spells en wreathed , But a subtle delight of shape and strength and sheen .
1898 · PDF PAGE 14
…ellow? BUTLER. I think he is a friend of Mr. Percy’s, sir. PERCY [alarmed]. It might be my father. [Aszde.] And I could have finished to-night—the very last word. Something has been singing in me all day. VAUGHAN. This is a serious matter, John. I will come and speak to him. [Extt. The voices ave heard outside. BRANDON [stout, purple, “ knobbed,” and ill-tempered). Yes, sir. Either I see my son now, or I fetch ina policeman. Kidnapper! Yes, sir, that’s what I call you! Yes, sir! my name zs Brandon. And your damned name is Vaughan, sir! And I'll…
1898 · PDF PAGE 49
…on For the silence, rolled not some dread minstrelsy In fearful anguish on the shuddering air, Breathing out terror and lightning to the night That wildly echoes back Hell’s venomous spite, And shrieks aloud the watchword of despair To draw each painracked nerve more tense and gray
1899 · PDF PAGE 65
…ir gods in petty filthiness. So Loves white-bosomed Queen gat full success In the first season of her sojourning. Then, on the verge of night, she went a-wing To that most damnèd pestilence-rid marsh, And, changing her bright shape, she donned the harsh Vile form of woman past the middle age, Who hath not virtue that may charm the sage When the desire of folly is gone by, And wrinkles yield to no false alchemy. So, lewd of countenance, dressed all in rags, She waited, fit mate of hells filthiest hags, Within a little hut upon the marge Extrem…
1907 · PDF PAGE 12
… 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 deep To harvest merchandise ; strong and keen-witted The mariners ; oho !…
1914 · PDF PAGE 21
…:— But not until my Mary's lamb Had been baptized an ass. Before the booby could say “ knife” He found that Mary was his wife! So now by night it’s baccarat, By noon it is blackmail, ‘Until some windy grandpapa Arrives to swell their sail— A combination gambling-hell And brothel near the Tour Eiffel. i Praise the Lord, O my soul! praise the Lord! Praise Him, the Father and the Friend of all, Whose service is its own most rich reward, Who never lets a saint or sparrow fall From the lions’ den He saved their prophet prey, And me—O praise Him !—fr…
1907 · PDF PAGE 246
…ii. 156 But, surely, (let me corner you!), ii. 180 But then you argue, and with sense, ii, 180 But thou, O Lord, O Apollo, ii. 35 But to-night the lamp must be wasted, il. 36 But why revile, ii, 147 By palm and pagoda enchaunted, il. 121 By Wisdom framed from ancient days, ii. 97 CALL down that star whose tender eyes, i. 171 Can you believe the deadly will’s decree, i. 254 Chaldean fools, who prayed to stars and fires, lil, 19 Clear, deep, and blue, the sky, i. 49 Cloistral seclusion of the galleried pines, ili, 119 Clytie, beyond all praise, i…
1898 · PDF PAGE 38
…s that shall shake the earth With firm and manly stride; and victory Most like a dove amid the altar-smoke. CHORUS. We, passing here the night in prayer, will wait And with thee offer up propitious doves, And firstling males of all the flocks of us. JEPHTHAH. Not so: but I will have you hence in haste To gather food and arms and carriages, That all our soldiers may have sustenance, And fresher weapons. I alone will spend