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WHY JES US WE PT I In vain I sit by Kandy Lake. The broad verandah slides to mist. No tropic rapture strikes awake The grim soul’s candour to insist The pen reluctant. Beauty’s task Is but to praise the peace of earth ; If Horror’s contrast that should ask, Off from this Paradise of mirth ! Let Kandy Lake, the white soul, mirror The generalised concept, limn clear England, a memory clean of error, A royal reason to be here. Therefore no reminiscence stirs My heart of when I lived in Kandy. Europe’s the focus now ! that blurs The picture of my B…
1912 · PDF PAGE 71
XXIV “ One thing at least ” (quoth Palamede), “Beyond dispute my soul can see: This Questing Beast that mocks my need Dwelleth in deep obscurity.” So delveth he a darksome hole Within the bowels of Etna dense, Closing the harbour of his soul To all the pirate-ships of sense. And now the questing of the Beast Rolls in his very self, and high Leaps his whole heart in fiery feast On the expected ecstasy. But echoing from the central roar Reverberates many a mournful moan, And shapes more mystic than before Baffle its formless monotone! Ah! mocks h…
1899 · PDF PAGE 10
…rand, And scourge, whose knots with their foul blood are rotten Whom thou didst smite; if thine unweary hand Sicken of slaughter; if thy soul have gotten Its throne in so sublime a fatherland, Above these miscreants and misbegotten ; If even already thy spirit have found peace, Among the thronged immortal secrecies ; If with the soul of Aéschylus thy soul Talk, and with Sappho’s if thy music mingle; If with the spirit infinite and whole Of Shakespeare thou commune; if thy brows tingle With Dante's kiss; if Milton’s thunders roll Amid thy skies;…
1910 · PDF PAGE 172
162 THE WILD ASS Wakes the lost life. I see him dress The godhead. Up he bounds and brays : The wild ass of the wilderness, The soul that sees, the soul that slays ! Inhabit the untrodden ways, Set ! Thou my god and I thy priest, Thy temple hidden in the haze Of deserts death to god or beast ! Thou who art both shalt foin and feast With me who am both, thy hates co-heir, Lord of the West and of the East The scorpions hole, the lions lair ! I kissed his mouthsublime despair ! Our souls were one ; our bodies met Yea ! darkness cover everyw…
1898 · PDF PAGE 37
…k thy name ! O Life ! O Heaven ! O dreams long dead ! Ye Spirits Rising unbidden from Hope’s cobwebbed door, Ye quick desires that every soul inherits, Leave me to weep, and torture me no more ! My face grows grey with sheer despair ; I shrink From dreams ; I dare not think. I had a poet’s dreams. My soul was yearning To grasp the firmament and hold it fast, 27
1903 · PDF PAGE 4
…JEPHTHAH AND OTHER MYSTERIES, &C. AN APPEAL TO THE AMERICAN PEOPLE. THE MOTHER’S TRAGEDY, &c. (Privately printed.) CARMEN SAECULARE. THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. TANNHAUSER. Also: ACELDAMA. [Ost of print. BERASHITH. [Out of print. Reprinted tn‘ The Sword of Song.” JEZEBEL AND OTHER PoremMs. ([Oxé of print. Mostly reprinted in ‘* The Soul of Osiris.”’ SUMMA SPES, [Out of print. AHAB. [ Of the Chiswick Press, Took’s Court, E.C. (As Edtfor) Auick. [Out of print. In preparation: THE ARGONAUTS. THE SworD oF SONG. THE Lover’s ALPHABRT. (4s Edttor) THE GOETIA …
1901 · PDF PAGE 78
66 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. My thought had thanked him for the generous breath Wherewith he warned us : for delay were death. And now, too late ! no moon is overhead— Some other meaning in the words he saith ? Or, am I tricked in such a little snare ? I lifted up my eyes. What soul stood there, Fronting my path ? Tall, stately, delicate, A woman fairer than a pomegranate. A silver spear her hands of lotus bear, One shaft of moonlight quivering and straight. She pointed to the East with flashing eyes : “ Thou canst not see her—but my Queen shall rise…
1899 · PDF PAGE 189
LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 167 II. Lust, impotence, and knowledge of thy soul, And that foreknowledge, fill the fiery lake Of lava where thy lazar corpse shall break The burning surface to seek out a goal More horrible, unspeakable. The scroll Opens, and “ coward, liar, monster” shake Those other names of “goat” and “swine” and “snake” Wherewith Hell’s worms caress thee and control. Nay, but alone, intolerably alone, Alone, as here, thy carrion soul shall swelter, Yearning in vain for sleep, or death, or shelter ; No release possible, no respite kno…
1901 · PDF PAGE 80
…s, in the shower That dews like death your swooning loveliness. To know you love me; that your body leaps With the quick passion of your soul; to know Your fragrant kisses sting my spirit so; To be one soul where Satan smiles and sleeps ;— Ah! in the very triumph-hour of Hell Satan himself remembers whence he fell!
1910 · PDF PAGE 441
XXIV “ One thing at least ” (quoth Palamede), “Beyond dispute my soul can see: This Questing Beast that mocks my need Dwelleth in deep obscurity.” So delveth he a darksome hole Within the bowels of Etna dense, Closing the harbour of his soul To all the pirate-ships of sense. And now the questing of the Beast Rolls in his very self, and high Leaps his whole heart in fiery feast On the expected ecstasy. But echoing from the central roar Reverberates many a mournful moan, And shapes more mystic than before Baffle its formless monotone! Ah! mocks h…
1910 · PDF PAGE 441
XXIV “ One thing at least ” (quoth Palamede), “Beyond dispute my soul can see: This Questing Beast that mocks my need Dwelleth in deep obscurity.” So delveth he a darksome hole Within the bowels of Etna dense, Closing the harbour of his soul To all the pirate-ships of sense. And now the questing of the Beast Rolls in his very self, and high Leaps his whole heart in fiery feast On the expected ecstasy. But echoing from the central roar Reverberates many a mournful moan, And shapes more mystic than before Baffle its formless monotone! Ah! mocks h…
1901 · PDF PAGE 86
74 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. “ You crossed the bridge—no man’s heart trod you there ? ” Then crossed his breast in uttering some prayer : “ I pray you follow of your courtesy, My lord ! ” I followed very bitterly. “ Likes you the sword I gave ? ” I did not dare Answer one word. My soul was hating me. He bade me draw. I silently obeyed. My eye shirked his as blade encountered blade. I was determined he should take my life. “ Went your glance back—encountering my wife ? ” “ Taunt me ! ” I cried ; “ I will not be afraid ! ” My whole soul weary of the co…
1910 · PDF PAGE 66
THE GARDEN OF EROS. I3 LYSANDER In my soul — my soul ! — thou flowest Suave and sibylline and sure. O the stream I launched this boat on ! O the pool my fancies float on ! I am drowned in bays of bliss — Salmacis ! — my Salmacis ! HYACINTHOS Heliorus, siren ! I have overmatched thee now ; From the bag of Chiron Drawn a luckier lot than thou ! SILENUS Come, we have dallied long enough With music and with love. Set to the wine, and slide Each twined like vines, fair boy, fair bride, Down the long glade of sleep, At the sun’s summoning. We shall b…
1912 · PDF PAGE 25
…y And curl and thrust—these waves are not at play. Aurera. You feel the ocean breaking on the shoal; But passionless and moveless is its soul. Crassus. Ah! but your soul is in your breath. 28
1912 · PDF PAGE 111
XL Sir PALAMEDE the Saracen Hath seen the All; his mind is set To pass beyond that great Amen. Far hath he wandered; still to fret His soul against that Soul. He breaches The rhododendron forest-net, His body bloody with its leeches. Sternly he travelleth the crest Of a great mountain, far that reaches Toward the King-snows; the rains molest The knight, white wastes updriven of wind In sheets, in torrents, fiend-possessed, Up from the steaming plains of Ind. They cut his flesh, they chill his bones : Yet he feels naught; his mind is pinned To t…
1901 · PDF PAGE 101
… then She had one virtue: pitiful her mind Toward all gentle spirits: she had given Manya sister half a help to heaven; Many a sorrowing soul that knew her face Lovely behind her destiny’s disgrace. The stern Dissenter was a godly man, And robbed his master. Flying from his home, He reached the city, poor, without a plan To fill his belly. Wretched did he roam Begging through London. On a winter's night His daughter found him, frozen in the light Of some cold lamp: her wheels triumphant roll. She laughed with Hell, and cursed him from her soul.…
1905 · PDF PAGE 70
…ur fear, Pass to a solemn state Pregnant with hope and fate. O Orpheus, we are here! THE EARTH Life hidden in death, Life shrined in the soul, Life bright for his breath, Life dark for his goal, I am Mother, and Burier, and Friend—- Look thou to the end! I am Light in thy Love, Iam Love in thy Life. I am cloistered above Where the stars are at strife. I am life in thy light, and thy death Is part of my breath. My voices are many, Thy lyre is but one; But thou art not as any Soul under the sun! Thou hast power for an hour The motherly dower. 71
1929 · PDF PAGE 74
…ss for me to take the mind of a Hottentot. (Cyril sighed a doubt.) "I'm going to digress for a moment. Look at the finished product, the soul 'incarnated,' as we may call it. There are three forces at work upon it; the soul itself, the heredity and the environment. A clever soul will therefore be careful to choose the embryo which seems most likely to be fairly free in the two latter respects. It will look for a healthy stock, for parents who will, and can, give the child every chance [106] in life. You must remember that every soul is, from ou…
1907 · PDF PAGE 134
… the pyre Ofterrors that burned in her lyre; But all of their passion divine I lost in the life and the stress of the world ere ever the soul of me wist. But, Orpheus, thy splendider light Was the veil of thyself the moresplendid. Thou leapedst as a fountain in flight, As a bird in the rainbow descended ! From the sweet single womb risen higher Did Calliope string thee her lyre, Thy mother: and veiled her in night :— For thyself to Herself art a veil till the veils of the Heaven be rended and ended. Now, single myself as thy soul, I pray to Apo…
1905 · PDF PAGE 68
Emotion fills our souls, And love delights us well, And joy of sense full rolls; But leads us, and controls Life’s central citadel. Whence we were drawn who knows? Of law or Gods or chance? But, as life’s river flows, What Sea shall clasp and close Beyond blind circumstance? Such little power we own Of vague experience, And instinct to enthrone The life’s mere needs alone, Nor answer “why” and “ whence. Nor wandering in the night Our minds may apprehend Reflecting in pure light Of soul, what sound or sight May lead us to some end. We hear the d…