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…shapen 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 word that living head may hear. Even as a veil imaging Beauty’s eyes Behind, lifted, lets flash the maiden face; So that dead putrefying sea supplies A veil to the unfathomable Place. Behind it grew a form, Wrapped in its own dire storm,
1901 · PDF PAGE 55
THE COURT OF THE PROFANE. 43 A SAINT’S DAMNATION. OU buy my spirit with those shameless eyes That burn my soul, you loose the torrent stream Of my desire, you make my lips your prize, And on them burns the whole life’s hope : you deem You buy a heart ; but I am well aware How my damnation dwells in that supreme Passion to feed upon your shoulders bare, And pass the dewy twilight of our sin In the intolerable flames of hair That clothe my body from your head ; you win The devil’s bargain ; I am yours to kill, Yours, for one kiss ; my spirit for …
1909 · PDF PAGE 105
…ryads frightened and dumfoundered Fled into space— Like to a demon-king’s was grown my maiden face | IX At last I came unto the well, my soul. In that still glass, I saw no sign 95
1909 · PDF PAGE 336
…on of Her That is God’s thought and minister! Snow-pure, sky-blue, immaculate Hecate, in Thy book of Fate Read thou my name, the soaring soul That seeks the supreme, sunless goal! And thou, great Sekhet, roar! Arise, Confront the lion in the way! Thy calm indomitable eyes Lift once, and look, and pierce, and slay! Iam past. Hail, Hecate! Untrod Thy steep ascent to God, to God! Lo! what unnamed, unnameable Sphere hangs above inscrutable? There is no virtue in thy kiss To affront that soulless swart abyss. I match, &c. 328
1909 · PDF PAGE 105
…ryads frightened and dumfoundered Fled into space— Like to a demon-king’s was grown my maiden face | IX At last I came unto the well, my soul. In that still glass, I saw no sign 95
1909 · PDF PAGE 336
…on of Her That is God’s thought and minister! Snow-pure, sky-blue, immaculate Hecate, in Thy book of Fate Read thou my name, the soaring soul That seeks the supreme, sunless goal! And thou, great Sekhet, roar! Arise, Confront the lion in the way! Thy calm indomitable eyes Lift once, and look, and pierce, and slay! Iam past. Hail, Hecate! Untrod Thy steep ascent to God, to God! Lo! what unnamed, unnameable Sphere hangs above inscrutable? There is no virtue in thy kiss To affront that soulless swart abyss. I match, &c. 328
1910 · PDF PAGE 390
…r 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, dispute the scaur: All’s one intolerable grey. Black Ilyns, grey rocks, white hil…
1910 · PDF PAGE 390
…r 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, dispute the scaur: All’s one intolerable grey. Black Ilyns, grey rocks, white hil…
1912 · PDF PAGE 22
…, at such a cost? He cries against the impassive sun : The world is dim, is all but lost. Then, with the bitterness of death Cutting his soul, his fingers clench The piteous passage of her breath. The dews of horror rise and drench Sir Palamede the Saracen. Then, rising from the hideous meal, He plunges to the land of men With nerves renewed and limbs of steel. Who is the naked man that rides Yon tameless stallion on the plain, His face like Hell's? What fury guides The maniac beast without a rein?
1913 · PDF PAGE 133
…wollen stream , I worshipped - wanton cruelty , Mad perils of a maniac dream . I peopled earth a new found hell With the new devil of my soul , That thought might find a place to dwell And the dire chaos seem a whole . For strange I saw my first sun rise And felt his warmth upon my flesh And screaming , with distorted eyes Fled from the dancing shadow - mesh ; And strange the spinning river whirled Past stone and tree which had no feet , And in my misbegotten world A Devil - god was good to meet . I found a stone my limbs to wound , ' Twas joy …
1898 · PDF PAGE 48
…he bosom of the violet Lest he see not, or see her, and forget. But he did see her, and drew close, and said : “ O perfect passion of my soul, O dead Living desire, O sweet unspoken sin, Leave thou the lilies ; they are not thy kin. 38
1913 · PDF PAGE 176
… Thou bad’st me don An alien robe of shame. Ah! Sweetheart, thee I blame, And may not blame, For the sweet, eternal shame That seared my soul, And left my spirit free, Free |! to weep before thee, And thou hast slain me; Thou hast slain me whole, I am all dead to thee, My Rose, my Rose, my Rose, And the things I have said to thee Are but the foolish echoes the wind blows Into mine ears from the most secret world Wherein thy faded petals dropped, And stopped Decaying, for eternally are curled Tightly new petals. So this my song shall be The last…
1913 · PDF PAGE 176
… Thou bad’st me don An alien robe of shame. Ah! Sweetheart, thee I blame, And may not blame, For the sweet, eternal shame That seared my soul, And left my spirit free, Free |! to weep before thee, And thou hast slain me; Thou hast slain me whole, I am all dead to thee, My Rose, my Rose, my Rose, And the things I have said to thee Are but the foolish echoes the wind blows Into mine ears from the most secret world Wherein thy faded petals dropped, And stopped Decaying, for eternally are curled Tightly new petals. So this my song shall be The last…
1930 · PDF PAGE 59
torn asunder by the Maenads of his insensate impulses ; he hath no safety save he himself be Bacchus! Bacchus, divine and human! Bacchus, begotten on Semelé of Zeus, the adulterous Lord of 1 hunder ravishing, brutally, his virginal victim ! Bacchus, babe hidden from hâte in the most holy of holies, the secret of thy sire, in the Channel of the Star-Spate, Whereof one Serpent is thy Soûl! Bacchus, twy-formed, man-woman, Bacchus, whose inno¬ cence tames the Figer, while yet thy horns drip blood upon thy mouth, and sharpen the merriment of wine to…
1910 · PDF PAGE 15
…n the herbage rotten Of the unpeopled forest. V O Song ! O amorous and seducing, I see thee as thou soarest, So that, the girders of the soul unloosing, That Child of you and me, O rose of roses, That Child whose life encloses Our lives, is therefore I, may wander ever
1911 · PDF PAGE 74
…h me! What serpent hisses from out those purple bysses, Far in the womb of the long-lying sea? She wakes I Nor dare he creep back to her soul, whence Sleep Has torn aside the mist—hung drapery ; Too strange the way, and steep. ETHEL ARCHER. 66
1911 · PDF PAGE 74
…h me! What serpent hisses from out those purple bysses, Far in the womb of the long-lying sea? She wakes I Nor dare he creep back to her soul, whence Sleep Has torn aside the mist—hung drapery ; Too strange the way, and steep. ETHEL ARCHER. 66
1913 · PDF PAGE 140
… tis nothing God to have proved Mid colours of the day , Nothing to find his footsteps in the stars : For these are bright , Filling our soul with vintage of delight , Poured from inexhaustible jars Quenching dismay . But if man found him in the infinity Beyond the infinities of time and place , The space that is no space , The time that is no time , A Law where Law is not That were a God of certainty , To make each particle of being chime Accordant with its lot . Searching the outer gloom No God I saw ; Only the shadows of my hopes and fears ,…
1901 · PDF PAGE 17
…ur with slow delight. I see the faces of the lyric Nine ! The Rose of God its petals will unfold ! I madden with the ecstasy divine ! My soul leaps sunwards, shrieking—and behold ! Out of the ocean and the kindling brine Apollo’s face of gold ! What music, what delirium, what delight ! What dancing madness catches at my feet ! A tongue of fresh, impossible, keen light Burns on my brow—a silver stream of heat. I am constrained : The Awful Word I write From the one Paraclete. 15
1902 · PDF PAGE 113
…God looms up, half devil and half ape. Heaven exulting in the hateful rape ; And still the strong curse rolls Over accursed and immortal souls, Covering the corners of the universe Without escape. This is the evil destiny of man : The desperate plan Made by the Ancient One, to keep His power. Limits He set, made space unsearchable Yet bounded, made time endless to transcend Man's thought to comprehend : Builded the Tower Of life, and girded it with walls of hell, The name of Death. This limit in all things Baffles the spirit wings, Chains the s…