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…et a Zephyr to the flowers, She calls my name—she gives the sign That she is mine, supremely mine, And clinging to the infinite girth My soul gets perfect joy thereof Beyond the abysses and the hours; So that—I kiss her lovely brows; She bathes my body in perfume Of sweat . . . O thou, my secret spouse, Continuous One of Heaven! illume
…et a Zephyr to the flowers, She calls my name—she gives the sign That she is mine, supremely mine, And clinging to the infinite girth My soul gets perfect joy thereof Beyond the abysses and the hours; So that—I kiss her lovely brows; She bathes my body in perfume Of sweat . . . O thou, my secret spouse, Continuous One of Heaven! illume
… Called to the dead, the drowsed, arise! awake ! Their dark profoundest thought Was less than She I sought, It was as nought ! I drew my soul, I dived beneath the burning lake. Thrice, in the vault of Hell, my Word was born, Abortive, in the empty wilderness. False echoes, made malicious, turn to scorn The awful accents, the Supreme address. The Fourth, the final word ! All chaos shrank and heard The terror that vibrated in the breath. Hell, Death, and Sin must hear, Tremble and visibly fear, Shake the intangible chain that hungereth. That Moth…
… ([TANNHAUSER rvses, and silently de- parts. Oh God! Oh God! That I have loved him so! Be merciful! Be merciful ! to him, The great high soul, bound in the lofty sin ; To me, the little soul, the little sin! ACT V. ‘*One birth of my bosom ; One beam of mine eye ; One topmost blossom That scales the sky. Man, equal and one with me, made of me, man that is I.” man that is flertha. A desolate and melancholy wood. Nightfall. HEINRICH. WELL, I am lost! The whistle brings no hound, The horn no hunter! North and South are mixed
…out Buddhism, and my own meditations, had disenchanted me. Everything was recognized automatically as illusion, calculated to fetter the soul if one allowed it to fool one. On the twelfth I reached Agra. My entry about the Taj Mahal is interesting. Saw Taj. A dream of beauty, with appallingly evil things dwelling therein. I actually had to use. H.P.K. formula! (This means that I assumed the god-form of Harpocrates to prevent the invasion of my aura by objectionable ideas.) The building soon palls, the evil aura is apparent and disgust succeeds.…
…ing, beckoning, to no pious tomb Where pitiable memory might linger. A creeping, living horror hems me in, A masterpiece of sin! Even my soul, inured to contemplate The dreadful, the perverse design of Fate, In many stories never meant to win Applause of mortals or of gods, but made To choke man’s spirit in its shade, And make him, in his pride and happiness, — In virtue’s mantle and love’s seemly dress, Immeasurably afraid. The hour is on them—let its weight express All blood, ali life, from the disastrous grape! In. God, in mercy, there is no…
…vening orison. THE YEARS Crowned with Eternity, beyond beginning; Sandalled with wings, Eternity’s; the end Far beyond sight of striving soul or sinning; Ourselves see not, nor know, nor comprehend. Reeling from chaos, unto Chronos winning, Devoured of Him our Father and our friend, This is our life, lead winged or footed golden : We pass, and each of other is unbeholden. Ranged in dim spectral order and procession, We span man’s thought, we limit him in time ; None of the souls of earth have had possession Of larger loves or passions more subl…
… Another prophet shall arise, and bring fresh fever from the skies; another woman shall awake the lust and worship of the Snake; another soul of God and beast shall mingle in the globéd priest; another sacrifice shall stain the tomb; another king shall reign; and bless- ing no longer be poured to the Hawk-headed mystical Lord! ᾽ 35. The half of the Word of Heru-ra-ha, called Hoor-pa-kraatand Ra-Hoor-Khut. 36. Then said the prophet unto the God: 37. I adore thee in the song- I am the Lord of Thebes, and I The inspired forth-speaker of Mentu; 28
…changes, vacancies, and woes ! XXI Yet all that Sea was swallowed up therein ; So they were not, and it was not. As who should sweat his soul out through the skin And find (sad fool !) he had begot All that without him that he had left in And in himself All he had taken out thereof, a mocking elf ! XXII But now that all was gone, great Pan appeared. Him then I strove to woo, to win Kissing his curled lips, playing with his beard, Setting his brain a-shake, a-spin, By that strong wand, and muttering of the weird That only I Knew of all souls ali…
THE EQUINOX Of the living tree that is spirit and soul And body and brain—come over the sea, (Io Pan! Io Pan!) Devil or god, to me, to me, My man! my man! Come with trumpets sounding shrill Over the hill! Come with drums low muttering From the spring! Come with flute and come with pipe! Am I not ripe? I, who wait and writhe and wrestle With air that hath no boughs to nestle My body, weary of empty.clasp, Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp— Come, O come! Iam numb With the lonely lust of devildom. Thrust thy sword through the galling fetter, Al…
120 RODIN IN RIME ICARE,1 ICARUS cries: “ My love is robed in light And splendour of the summits of the sun. Wing, O my soul, thy plumed caparison Through ninety million miles of space beyond sight ! Utmost imagination’s eagle-flight Out-soar!” But he, by his own force un- done, I1is peacock pinions molten one by one, Falls to black earth through the impassive night. Lo! from uprushing earth arises love Ardent and secret, scented with the night, Amorous, ready. Sing the awakening bliss That catches him, from the inane above Hurled—nay, drawn do…
THE COURT OF THE PROFANE. 25 Haggard and hateful, once again ; And taunted him. His bastard blood Quailed, but his violent soul withstood. He blenched, and then with eyes of flame, “ Who is on my side ? Who ? ” he said. Three eunuchs, passionless, grown tame, Grinned from behind her laughing head. “ Throw down that woman ! ” And my breath Caught as they flung her out to death. I think I died that moment. He, Foaming for vengeance and blood-lust, Laughed his coarse laugh of hideous glee. Her sweet bad body in the dust He trampled. Royal from the…
…stones for tears. So I clung to the lips and laughed As the storms of death abated, The storms of the grevious graft By the swing of her soul unsated. Wherefore reborn as I am By a stream profane and foul In the reign of a Tortured Lamb, In the realm of a sexless Owl, 211
…stones for tears. So I clung to the lips and laughed As the storms of death abated, The storms of the grevious graft By the swing of her soul unsated. Wherefore reborn as I am By a stream profane and foul In the reign of a Tortured Lamb, In the realm of a sexless Owl, 211
…sans darkness and sans fear . But, as in sombre waters of a mere , The stars their image from afar drop down , The dead shall light your soul, the dead whose crown Makes up the light of every starry sphere . But know , when e' er the dead can hear our grief They linger all our barren earth around , And touch us with the wind's too -plaintive sound , Whispering back our grief within our ears . Then gather of your pain the ripened sheaf Turn to the living — they need all your tears . * THE DIFFERENCE . IF ever thou didst turn aside 1 Or could ' s…
ROSA IGNOTA But last night, when betwixt thy breasts I lay, Sucking thy soul away, I dreamed of a song I would make thee, a song so fair, It should charm the wandering air, And make it stay with me for ever, A thought of thee within my mind: Dearest, I am deaf and blind, Believe me, to all but thee ; yea, too, I am dumb, Save when I sing thee, When my songs I bring thee. O passionate endeavour| O love more rare Than the fabled loves of the gods, I too succumb Unto the olden immemorial spell, And have no words to tell Of thee, and of the grace o…
ROSA IGNOTA But last night, when betwixt thy breasts I lay, Sucking thy soul away, I dreamed of a song I would make thee, a song so fair, It should charm the wandering air, And make it stay with me for ever, A thought of thee within my mind: Dearest, I am deaf and blind, Believe me, to all but thee ; yea, too, I am dumb, Save when I sing thee, When my songs I bring thee. O passionate endeavour| O love more rare Than the fabled loves of the gods, I too succumb Unto the olden immemorial spell, And have no words to tell Of thee, and of the grace o…
… Another prophet shall arise, and bring fresh fever from the skies; another woman shall awake the lust and worship of the Snake; another soul of God and beast shall mingle in the globéd priest; another sacrifice shall stain the tomb; another king shall reign; and bless- ing no longer be poured to the Hawk-headed mystical Lord! ᾽ 35. The half of the Word of Heru-ra-ha, called Hoor-pa-kraatand Ra-Hoor-Khut. 36. Then said the prophet unto the God: 37. I adore thee in the song- I am the Lord of Thebes, and I The inspired forth-speaker of Mentu; 28
…eart; she had taught me what women were worth. For her I had surrendered my single-iminded devotion to my spiritual Quest; I had sold my soul to the devil for sixpence, and the coin was counterfeit. True, one of me knew all along the augury of the adventure; but then, all the worse! For if Alice had been a real danger, might not I have damned {228} myself for her, as many a knight for Venus of the Hollow Hill, as many a saint for Lilith, Lady of the Lake of Fire? Yet no: the answer came, august and austere, from mine Angel, that I had passed th…
… not the king. THE LEPER. I did not fall in battle ; but my queen Saw on my breast the livid mark of sin That was the leprosy of her own soul, And drove me forth to compass my disgrace With infamies ineffable. S’AFI. I know; I shall avenge. The old gods come again. THE LEPER. Nay! I have lived through all these barren years, Discrowned, diseased, abominable, cast out, And meditating on the event of life, And that initiated Hope that we, Royal, inherit, of the final life, Nor newer incarnation, and possessed Of strange powers, who have moved abo…