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… Cumbrian moors at Christmas. Wet The cold cheek numbs itself. A way Is here to make—an end of all ? What sadness closes in between Your eyes and mine to-day, my Queen?
…n the end True Goddess Maurya, yours, yours only? Criospa. [Solemuly.] No! Stop! ask no more! Therelies the awful crux. Blind are fate’s eyes, and pinioned are will’s wings, In you the whole chance lies. MAURYA. In me? CRIOSDA. In you. Maurya. I will do all to win! CRIOSDA. Do all? MAURYA. Do all. Criospa. Ah then! No, no, it is not yet enough. Not definite yet. Stop! fool, shall I hint and ruin all with a word? Backwards or forwards, the blow goes home either way. [Looks at her wrth keen fierce eyes.| Ah! Maurya. [A @ttle frightened.| Come, O …
XXXVIII WHICH IS THE TRUE ONE? I ONCE knew a girl called Benedicta, who filled the atmosphere with the ideal, whose eyes shed forth the desire of greatness, beauty, glory, all that which makes a man be- lieve in immortality. But this miraculous girl was too lovely to live long, and some days after I had become acquainted with her she died. It was I myself that buried her, one day when the Spring swung its thurible even within cemeteries. It was I that buried her, well shut up into a bier of perfumed wood, incorruptible as are the cof- fers of I…
… the stairs, And pluck the young men by the robe, and take The maidens for her sacrifice, and burn With great unquenchable dead lustrous eyes Toward impossible things grown possible In Egypt. I will cleanse the land of this. Let me remember I am yet a god! Re-enter LEPER. THE LEPER. Thou must be brought before her presently Borne in a coffin. See thou fill it not, But take the lion’s mask and play his part Before the throne. Be ready, and be strong. PACHAD. I shall do so. Come, let us go together In hateful love and sacrilegious hate, Disease a…
60 AMBERGRIS Some forty years this earth knew song and passion Pour from my lips, saw gladness in mine eyes ! Some forty shall I sing some other fashion, Dance in strange measures, change the key of sighs. Then rise in Thessaly again, Thalassian ! Only, more wise.
73 MYSTERIES: Of eager eyes that startle for the fear Too dimly dear Lest there come death, like passion, and fulfil Their dreams of ill! Oh! lift thy forehead to the night’s cool wind! The meekest hind That fears the noonday in her grove is bold To seek the gold So pale and perfect as the moon puts on: The light is gone. Hardly as yet one sees the crescent maid Move, half afraid, Into the swarthy forest of the air And, breast made bare, Gather her limbs about her for the chase Through starry space, And, while the lilies sway their heads, to be…
AMBERGRIS 69 Her chaste lips flame, as flames aspire Of poppies in mid-June. She lifts the eyelids amethyst, And looks from half-shut eyes, Gleaming with miracles of mist, Grey shadows on blue skies ; And on her whole face sunrise kissed, Child-wonderment most wise. The whitest arms in all the earth Blush from the lilac bed. Like a young star even at its birth Shines out the golden head. Sad violets are the maiden girth, Pale flames night-canopied. O gentlest lady ! Lift those eyes, And curl those lips to kiss ! Melt my young boyhood in thy sig…
… that gigantic phantasy. I turned to my Eurydice Even as she turned. The faint breath glows,— The lightning of a living rose. The bright eyes gleam—night’s spotless stars Glimmering through folded nenuphars. The red mouth moves, still to the word: “Yes, love!” and “yes, love!” Then I heard No sound and saw no sight—the world Folded its mighty wings, and curled Its passion round us; bade forget The joy with which our eyes were wet. All faded, folded in the bliss ; Unfolded the first fadeless kiss. Then my soul woke, not sundering lips, But winge…
THE EYES OF ST. LJUBOV man and a philosopher. Therefore, what need is there for me to think, to fathom the depths of childish or human sorrow, to send my brains into a tiring process of elucidation? far more pleasant it is to remain a contemplative individual. Therefore, O Mexican Gaucho, pass me thy pellote pouch and let me take a helping of the leaves and root of thy wonderful mescal plant. And without thought and without fatigue, I can then SEE. Where was I, my little brethren, fathers of larva, sons of the she-goat? Ah, I know. Well, poor l…
THE EYES OF ST. LJUBOV man and a philosopher. Therefore, what need is there for me to think, to fathom the depths of childish or human sorrow, to send my brains into a tiring process of elucidation? far more pleasant it is to remain a contemplative individual. Therefore, O Mexican Gaucho, pass me thy pellote pouch and let me take a helping of the leaves and root of thy wonderful mescal plant. And without thought and without fatigue, I can then SEE. Where was I, my little brethren, fathers of larva, sons of the she-goat? Ah, I know. Well, poor l…
THE EQUINOX coffee, then a burning taste, then a sour taste that I don’t know. All these tastes issue from his eyes; he signua/s them. I can see his eyes now. They are very round, with perfectly black pupils, perfectly white iris, and the cornea pale blue. The sense of desolation is so acute that I keep on trying to get away from the vision. I told him that I could not understand his taste-language, so instead he set up a humming very much like a big electric plant with dynamos going. Now the atmosphere is deep night-blue; and by the power of t…
…t again concealeth the holy word that is the key of the abyss.* And this thou shalt find, revolving it in thy mind. Hide therefore thine eyes. And I will set my key in the lock, and open it. Yet still let thine eyes be hidden, for thou canst not bear the glory that is within. So, therefore, I covered mine eyes with my hands. Yet through my hands could I perceive a little of those bowers of azure flame. And a voice said: It is kindled into fire that was the blue breast of ocean; because this is the bar of heaven, and the feet of the Most High ar…
…be to-morrow and not change for ever : No dawn shall sever The sleepy eyelids of the night, no eve Shall fall and cleave - The blue deep eyes of day. Your hand, my queen! Look down and lean Your whole weight on me, then leap out, as light As swallow’s flight, And race across the shadows of the moon, And keep the tune With ringing hoofs across the fiery way. Your eyes betray . How eager is your heart, and yet-—O dare To fashion fair
… 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 content With the blasphemous secret of years ; The veil is hardly rent While the eyes rain 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 …
… 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 content With the blasphemous secret of years ; The veil is hardly rent While the eyes rain 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 …
…ealed in low cadences that rise and fail, And all the augurs promise happy days, And all the men for Archais have praise, And all maids eyes are fixed on Charicles. Then, to the tune of musical slow seas, The wind began to murmur on the mead, And he, unconscious, drew his eager reed From the loose tunic ; now they seat themselves On moss worn smooth by feet of many elves Dancing at midnight through them, and their voice Bids all the woodland echoes to rejoice Because the lovers are made one at last. And Charicles began to play ; they cast Tuni…
… more I saw than this, The shadowy bending to the first sweet kiss That surely could not end, though earth should end. Therefore my shut eyes blend With sleep’s own secret eyes and eyelashes, Long and deep ecstasies, Knowing as now I know—at last—how this Foreshadows my own bliss Of falling into death when life is tired. For all things desired Not one as death is so desirable, Seeing all sorrows pass, all joys endure, All lessons last. Not heaven and not hell (My spirit is grown sure) Await the lover But death’s veil draws, life’s mother to dis…
EPILOGUE lil Some forty years this earth knew song and passion Pour from my lips, saw gladness in mine eyes! Some forty shall I sing some other fashion, Dance in strange measures, change the key of sighs. Then rise in Thessaly again, Thalassian! Only, more wise.
316 THE EQUINOX Your eyes His stars—come, let our Venus lash Our bodies with the whips of Her desire. Your bed’s the world, your body the world-ash, Adela! Shall I give the word to the man of the gondola? ALEISTER CROWLEY.
316 THE EQUINOX Your eyes His stars—come, let our Venus lash Our bodies with the whips of Her desire. Your bed’s the world, your body the world-ash, Adela! Shall I give the word to the man of the gondola? ALEISTER CROWLEY.