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1906 · PDF PAGE 91

Collected Works (Vol. II)

… canaille—I know not, in good sooth ! books, men, strength and I might do this: or else I might repose Wrapped in the urned leaves of my love’s blown rose, Seek her in spirit, and commune, and wait Her freedom and the rapture to enclose In my own house her beauty intimate. I am a fool, tossing a coin with Fate. If. Is love indeed eternal? Otherwise Is evolution an eternal plan? Must I move upward in the stream of Man, God-ward: my life as Christ to sacrifice, As Buddha to repress: to grow so wise, Space, time shall lie within my finger- span? I…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 110

The Star in the West

…s soon dispelled : “ Come, in this sweet abandonment of self " -whispers the singing voice of Venus , and so following he sings : Come , love, and kiss my shoulders ! Sleepy lies The tinted bosom whence its fire flies , The breathing life of thee , and swoons , and sighs , And dies ! None but the dead can know the worth of love ! . Come , love , thy lips , curved hollow as the moon's ! Bring me thy kisses , for the seawind tunes , The song that soars , and reads the starry runes , And swoons ! None but the dead can tune the lyre of love ! 1 Suc…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 14

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…IC—continued. SONNETS TO THE AUTHOR OF THE PHRASE: ‘ST am NOT A GENTLEMAN, AND I HAVE CONTENTS. NO FRIENDS” Sonnet: A DREAM . THe Eve or Love . THe MORNING OF DISILLUSIONMENT . BESIDE THE RIVER . . Man’s Hope .. . . SONNET FOR G. F. KELLy’s DRAWING |OF AN HERMAPHRODITE ... ‘PERFECT LOVE CASTETH OUT Fear”” A Wooptanp IDYLL PERDURABO. On GARRET Hoste. BRIDGE LOVE . . . SONNET TO CLyTiE . A VALENTINE, ’98 PENELOPE ; : LOVE ON THE ISLAND . A SONNET OF BLASPHEMY. THe Rape or DEATH . IN THE WooDS WITH SHELLEY . A VISION UPON USHBA. ELEGY, August 27¢h…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 285

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

NEKAM, ADONAI! THE PrEcCEPTOR’S ADDRESS TO HIS TEMPLARS To Sir James Thomas Windram Love, the saviour of the world, Must be scourged with many rods, From its place in heaven hurled, Outcast before all the gods. Love, that cleanses all, must be Washed in its own blood and tears, Heir of all eternity Made the martyr of the years. Love, that fills the void with bliss, Staunches the eternal flood, Heals the hurt of the abyss, Blanches, beggared of its blood. Love, that wears the laurel crown, Turns to gain the lees of loss, That from shame retrieve…

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1996 · PDF PAGE 203

The Law is for All

…the circle is Red. My colour is black to the blind, but the blue & gold are seen of the seeing. Also I have a secret glory for them that love me. 61. But to love me is better than all things: if under the night­ stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the Serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all; but whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gather goods and store of women and s…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 56

Why Jesus Wept

42 WHY JESUS WEPT. For ever let us travel so ; To stop so sweet a flight were woe. Even to stop for love’s own sake ; Save my love did it — Then ? well ! well ! Better to rest together, hard Hidden in a corner of the ghyll, Some cavern frosted over close, Some gully vivid with the rose Of love ! The frost our years retard ! The rose — perfume our wonder-will ! But while I sing the moon is up. False moon ! False moon ! So fast to ride. He is not here ! Sure, he is dead ! O moon, reveal that holiest head ! There is much sorrow in love’s cup : Ple…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 19

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…R 13 XXVII. Do you recall? Could I forget? How once the full moon shone above, Over the houses, and we let Loose rein upon the steeds of love? How kisses fled to kisses, rain Of fiery dew upon the soul Kindled, till ecstasy was pain ; Desire, delight : and swift control Leapt from the lightning, as the cloud Disparted, rended, from us twain, And we were one: the aerial shroud Closed on us, shall not lift again For aught we do: O glamour grown Inseparable and alone ! And then we knew as now the tune Our lives were set to, and sang back Across th…

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1944 · PDF PAGE 251

The Book of Thoth

III This is the Harmony of the Universe, that Love unites the Will to create with the Understanding of that Creation: understand thou thine own Will. Love and let love. Rejoice in every shape of love, and get thy rapture and thy nourishment thereof Love, beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, completion, good fortune, graciousness, elegance, luxury, idleness, dissipation debauchery, friendship, gentleness, delight. IV Pour water on thyself thus shalt thou be a Fountain to the Universe. Find thou thyself in every Star. Achieve thou every possibil…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 151

Collected Works (Vol. II)

ASCENSION DAY 145 Or, cradle be hardship, and finally coffin, ease, Love being filth ? let us ask Aristophanes ! Or, heaven’s sun bake us, while Earth’s bugs and fleas kill us, Love the God’s scourge? I refer you to Aeschylus! (Nay! that’s a slip! Say we “ Earth’s grim device, cool loss !—” Better the old Greek orthography !—Aischulos ! 14) Or, love be God’s champagne’s foam; death in man’s trough, hock lees, - Pathos our port’s beeswing ? what answers Sophocles? Brief, with love’s medicine let’s draught, bolus, globule us! 40 45 60 55 60 65 Wi…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 36

The Mother’s Tragedy

22 THE MOTHER'S TRAGEDY Me, the sole pledge of your debaucheries, You keep—your love, the mere maternity You share with swine and cattle! All your care Is duty: let the harlot cleanse herself— Tardy repentance !—In the name of God! Worse, you have lied, and built me up a house Of trust in you as being truth and love, - Who are in truth all lies, all treachery! You made me love you as an honest man ! You watched this passion, this intolerable Desire, this flame of hell; you fed it full, Sunned it and watered—O my brain will snap !— Only to blast…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 13

Collected Works (Vol. I)

6 ACELDAMA XXX1L. Master !! I think that I have found thee now : | Deceive me not, I trust thee, [am sure Thy love will stand while ocean winds endure. Our quest shall be our quest till cither brow Radiate light, till death himself allure Our love to him When life’s desires are filled beyond the silver brim. . XXXII. Ifere I abandon all myself to thee, Slip into thy caresses as of right, Live in thy kisses as in living light, Clothed in thy love, enthronéd lazily In thine embrace, as naked as the night, As love and lover More pure, more keen, m…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 78

Tale of Archais

…ronds 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, mingle so Man may not know The little change of breath (Caught sigh that love desires,) When love grows sleep, and sleep at last in death expires.

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1907 · PDF PAGE 18

Collected Works (Vol. III)

12 THE STAR AND THE GARTER Back! OI love you evermore. But, be our bed the bridal sky ! I love you, love you. Iither, shore Of far unstained eternity ! There we will rest. Beware! Beware! For I am young, and you are fair. Nay! Iam old in this, you know! Ah ! heart of God! I love you so! XXV. O WHAT pale thoughts like gum exude From smitten stem of tropic tree ! I talk of veils, who love the nude ! Witness the masterpieces three Of Rodin that make possible Life in prosaic Paris, stand About the room, its chorus swell From the irritating to the g…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 10

The Sword of Song

ASCENSION DAY 3 Or, cradle be hardship, and finally coffin, ease, Love being filth? let us ask Aristophanes ! Or, heaven’s sun bake us, while Earth’s bugs and fleas kill us, Love the God’s scourge ? I refer you to Aeschylus ! (Nay ! that’s a slip ! Say we “Earth’s grim device, cool loss !—” Better the old Greek orthography !—Aischulos !14) Or, love be God’s cham pagne’s foam ; deat h i n m an’s trough, hock lees, Pathos our port’s beeswing ? what answers Sophocles ? Brief, with love’s medicine let’s draught, bolus, globule us ! Wise and succinc…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 66

The Star in the West

…s simplicity and sweetness : Sing , little bird , it is dawn ; Cry ! with the day the woods ring ; Now in the blush of the morn , Sing ! Love doth enchain me and cling , Love , of the breeze that is born , Love , with the breeze that takes wing . Love that is lighter than scorn , Love that is strong as a king , Love , through the gate that is horn , Sing ! The anger of Zeus is aroused . Aphrodite bids Charicles flee , but his passion is too great , he defies the powers . ( They are only gods ; would he have succeeded had they been Grundy ?) The…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 188

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…Intoxdvating my divinity ! Disaainful hands behind thee, PE imay take Wha joys Towill but thou walt not awike. MANY WATERS CANNOT QUENCH LOVE! TN my distress Pmade complaint to Death : Thy shadow strides across the starry airs Thou comest as a serpent unaware, Striking love’s heart and crushing out min’s Dreath : Thy destiny is even as God saith To mark the impotence of human prayer, Choke hope, sting all but Love; and never care . If man or flower or sparrow perisheth. Thee, T invoke thee, though no mercy move Thy heart! No power is to thy hat…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 126

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…accomplished. Ix° CLOSING 1. Mouth to mouth and heart to heart! o. For the moment we must part. 1. Time and space renew the illusion. o. Love is swallowed in confusion. 1. Love sustains us eminent Till the hour of Sacrament. o. I love you, and you love me. 1. Now and ever may it be! 1. and o. Hand in hand is heart to heart. Love be with us, though we part. [They greet, as before, and depart. 86

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1913 · PDF PAGE 126

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…accomplished. Ix° CLOSING 1. Mouth to mouth and heart to heart! o. For the moment we must part. 1. Time and space renew the illusion. o. Love is swallowed in confusion. 1. Love sustains us eminent Till the hour of Sacrament. o. I love you, and you love me. 1. Now and ever may it be! 1. and o. Hand in hand is heart to heart. Love be with us, though we part. [They greet, as before, and depart. 86

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1903 · PDF PAGE 58

The Star and the Garter

XXV O wuat pale thoughts like gum exude From smitten stem of tropic tree! I talk of veils, who love the nude! Witness the masterpieces three Of Rodin that make possible Life in prosaic Paris, stand About the room, its chorus swell From the irritating to the grand. Shall we, who love the naked form, The inmost truth, to ourselves fail, Take shelter from love's lightning-storm Behind some humbug’s hoary veil ? Ah! were it so, love, could the flame Of fast electric fervour flash, Smite us through husk of form and name, Leave of the dross a little …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 49

Why Jesus Wept

…t twenty-two ! SIR PERCY. That is young yet. ANGELA. Ah, in your eyes I see sadness—I breathe ; I hope. Think deeply in yourself, if you love this girl ! I am older than you, to be sure ; but not so much. May be you would find my love a better thing than you think ! Do I perspire now ? Do my cheeks run down nasty wet tears ? Is my love a monotonous harping on one word ? Love, Percy — dare I call you Percy ? SIR PERCY. If I may call you Angela.

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