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Page 53 of 1201939 · PDF PAGE 6
HYMN TO ASTARTE. For DEIRDRE Serene are the stars, and serene my soul, ablaze in the Night. Then how shall I worship Astarte sea-born, how invoke her aright? I am free from the fire and the foam, I have conquered the dragons and doves; I have gotten me Love as the gold from the furnace that melted my loves. Love is not bound to the body, not sparse and adrift with the mind Not secret with soul, though the soul seem one and alone of its kind. The body is naught but a corpse, its growth but a name of decay, A delirious dream of sick godswhere th…
1901 · PDF PAGE 123
…er, The feast of blood, the cold enchanted dell, Where fire was filtered up through earth to smother, Sick scents of hell. And that wild night when vine-leaves wooed and clustered Round my wild limbs, and like a woman I went Over the mountains — how the Northwind blustered !— And slew with them the beast, and was content. The madness. Oh! the dreadful light that lustred The main event. Ay! the wild whirlings in the woodland reaches; The ghastly smile upon the Stone God’s lip; The rigid tremors, anguish that beseeches From eye to eye fresh fervo…
1901 · PDF PAGE 37
…on Naboth’s field Still living, in her harlot’s dress ; Her belly stript, her thighs concealed, For shame’s sake and for love’s no less. Night falls ; the gaping crowds abide No longer by her stiffening side.
1901 · PDF PAGE 121
…eepen all the mountains : even so The wandering shadows close upon the day ; The sunlight burns its fading ruby glow On the chaotic way. Night falls, and I must tread the dizzy steep Again, to plunge to the devouring deep. The blessing of the Highest shall be set On your white heads, O monarchs of the snow ! The blessing of the Highest, lightening yet The burdens that ye know. So, as three golden arrows of the sun Strike, may the threefold sacrament be One !
1905 · PDF PAGE 25
… wife? How a subtle sense of inmost being Wraps thee in, and cuts the world away ; Sight and sound lose hearing and lose seeing, All the night is one with all the day? Hearken to her sighing! Life droops down as dying, Melting in the clasp of amorous limbs and hair ; All the darkening world Round about ye furled— Dost thou know, or, knowing, dost thou care? 26
1905 · PDF PAGE 74
…s call The satyr-company to the satyr-king. And all the light is over; but the sky Shudders with blanched light of the unrisen moon. The night-birds mingle their sad minstrelsy For daylight’s requiem: and the sea’s reply Now stirs across the land’s departed tune. The moon is up: the choral crowd of stars Shapen like strange or unknown animals, Move in their measure: beyond /Lolian bars The clustering winds, moving as nenuphars, Gather and muse before the midnight calls. The darkness is most deep in hollow dells. There, blacker than Cocytus, lur…
1909 · PDF PAGE 221
THE PRIESTESS OF PANORMITA By night I ravished a maid From her father’s camp to the cave. I bared the beautiful blade; I dipped her thrice i’ the wave; I slit her throat as a lamb’s, That the fount of blood leapt high With my clamorous dithyrambs Like a stain on the shield of the sky. With blood and censer and song I rent the mysterious veil : My eyes gaze long and long On the deep of that blissful bale. My cold grey kisses awake From the silence of utmost eld The grey cold slime of the snake That her beautiful body held. But—God! I was not con…
1909 · PDF PAGE 221
THE PRIESTESS OF PANORMITA By night I ravished a maid From her father’s camp to the cave. I bared the beautiful blade; I dipped her thrice i’ the wave; I slit her throat as a lamb’s, That the fount of blood leapt high With my clamorous dithyrambs Like a stain on the shield of the sky. With blood and censer and song I rent the mysterious veil : My eyes gaze long and long On the deep of that blissful bale. My cold grey kisses awake From the silence of utmost eld The grey cold slime of the snake That her beautiful body held. But—God! I was not con…
1929 · PDF PAGE 194
…f "Annie" — and then betray him to her. So powerful was the emotion that consumed him that he trembled with excitement and eagerness. To-night was a great night: it was a step in his initiation to take part in so tremendous a ceremony. He became nervously exalted; he could have danced; Hecate, warming herself in his old bones, communicated a devilish glee to him. The moment was at hand for his renewed activity. "Hecate, mother only of death, devourer of all [274] life!" cried Douglas, in his final adjuration; "as I devote to thy chill tooth thi…
1899 · PDF PAGE 59
…ost terrible To these fierce fiends of hell That torture holiest ears with false complaint: Bend down, and bid me faint Into the arms of night, to see Thine hosts March past the holy coasts, A wall of golden weapons for the land, And let me touch Thy hand,
1899 · PDF PAGE 53
…ut at the coming of the even Were visions wonderful with indigo ; And in the glory of the afterglow Were rosy with its kiss ; and in the night Were crowned with that unutterable light That is a brilliance of solemn black, Glistening wide across the ocean track Of white-sailed ships and many mariners. So, on the tallest spire, where wakes and whirrs The eagle when dawn strikes his eyrie, came The maiden, clad in the abundant flame Of setting sun, with shapely shoulders bare, And even the glory of her midday hair Was bound above her head ; so, na…
1905 · PDF PAGE 58
… men’s ancient pains. Others, whose throat is thirsty for breast-blood, To hide a whip ’neath flowing robes are fain, Mingling in lonely night and darksome wood The foam of pleasure and the tears of pain. O virgins, demons, monsters, O martyrs ! Great souls contemptuous of reality ! Seekers for the Infinite, satyrs, worshippers, Now mad with cries, now torn with agony ! You whom my soul has followed to your hell, Poor sisters, more beloved than wept by me, For your fierce woes, your lusts insatiable, And the urns of love that fill the hearts of…
1905 · PDF PAGE 112
…ty is so bright? No soul still flickering in the lambent light Still shed from all the body’s excellence? No lamp unchidden of the utter night? Cannot my life be molten into thee Or thy death fall with rosier arms on me Or soul with soul commingle without sense, As the sun’s rays strike deep into the sea? O beauty of all beauty—central flower Of all the blossoms in the summer’s bower! Fades not all Nature in thy fall? the sun Not darken in the miserable hour? H? 113
1913 · PDF PAGE 66
…ng Wisps of the cloud - wreaths form , dissipate into the mist , Wrap me in shrouds of gray , chill me and make me shiver , Not with the Night alone , not with the sound of her wing , Yet with a sense of something vague and unearthly stalking ( Step after step as I move ) me , to annul me , quell Hope and desire and life , bid light die under my eyelids , Bid the strong heart despair , quench the desire of Heaven . So I shudder a little ; and my heart goes out to the mountains , Rock upon rock for a crown , snow like an ermine robe ;
1913 · PDF PAGE 151
THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING My soul with this arcane delight, Voluptuous Daughter of the Night| Eat me up wholly with the glance Of thy luxurious brilliance ! oLympas. The desert calls. MARSYAS. Then let us go! Or seek the sacramental snow, Where like an high-priest I may stand With acolytes on every hand, The lesser peaks—my will withdrawn To invoke the dayspring from the dawn, Changing that rosy smoke of light To a pure crystalline white ; Though the mist of mind, as draws A dancer round her limbs the gauze, Clothe Light, and show the virg…
1913 · PDF PAGE 151
THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING My soul with this arcane delight, Voluptuous Daughter of the Night| Eat me up wholly with the glance Of thy luxurious brilliance ! oLympas. The desert calls. MARSYAS. Then let us go! Or seek the sacramental snow, Where like an high-priest I may stand With acolytes on every hand, The lesser peaks—my will withdrawn To invoke the dayspring from the dawn, Changing that rosy smoke of light To a pure crystalline white ; Though the mist of mind, as draws A dancer round her limbs the gauze, Clothe Light, and show the virg…
1906 · PDF PAGE 86
…o birth A thousand pleasant children born of us, Sacred and sinless, if unsanctified. LETHE. WE have forgotten all the days of fear, The nights of torment when the kiss expired, Lost upon lips with love not overtired, But fearing many things—the after year, The end, the man—O no, not him! the tear, The children’s sorrow, and our own shame fired Not less in doing all that love desired: We have forgotten, surely—being here! We have forgotten every shape of sorrow, Knowing no end to one night’s ecstasy In the night’s kiss from morning that we borr…
1907 · PDF PAGE 213
…b of desire. Subtle as fire He cometh among us. The whole sky globed Is on fire with delight, Delight that hath stung us, The passion of night. Night be our mistress ! That tress and this tress Weave with thy wind Into curls deep-vined ! Passionate bliss ! Rapture on rapture! Our hymns recapture The Bromian kiss. Blesséd our souls ! Blesséd this even | We reach to the goals Of the starriest heaven. Daphnis, and Atthis, and Chrysis, and Chloe, Mingle, O maidens! Evoe! Evoe! DIONYSUS. I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; …
1899 · PDF PAGE 67
…dew running off the bracken leaves, With gold more saturated than the sheaves In the red glow that promises the day Shall glory when the night is fled away In bonds, a captive ; so more glorious Than the supreme ideal dreams of us Mortals, he sprang forth suddenly a man. Wherefore the hag, triumphant, then began
1903 · PDF PAGE 13
…ya aside to the ground, reaches his hand towards the empty throne, apostrophizing it, and cries with a strident laugh :| CRIOSDA. Ay, to-night ! [4 spasm overcomes him and he falls prone.] Maurya. Criosda! You areill, ill! Help! [He is silent; she unclasps the leopard’s skin; and busies herself in trying to restore him.| Janet! Angus! Angus! [Under her breath.] Angus is the man—he saved poor Kenneth! [4/oud.] Angus! Oh, miserable! No help comes here. Criosda! wake, wake !— Oh, I must take him out—no man may enter here !—It is ill luck. Old Andr…