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Page 8 of 1961898 · PDF PAGE 32
26 THE RAINBOW Come down, O Lord God, and deliver Our souls from the wheel and the chain, That Love may lie fragrant and shaded, And Joy may spread wings unto flight, And Peace stand above, unupbraided, As splendid as night. No longer the sun shall cast shadow, No longer the flower shall lack rain, The word shall be fair as a meadow, And Love know no tincture of pain ; The Glory of God shall be on us, And over the kingdom unpriced The Spirit of Love is upon us, A crucified Christ ! O rapture ! O glory ! O gladness ! When Satan is fled from the …
1898 · PDF PAGE 51
BALLADE DE LA JOLIE MARION 45 BALLADE DE LA JOLIE MARION It is a sweet thing to be loved, Although my sighs in absence wake, Although my saddening heart is moved, I smile and bear for love’s dear sake. My songs their wonted music make, Joyous and careless, songs of youth, Because the sacred lips of both Are met to kiss the last good-bye, Because sweet glances weep for ruth That we must part, and love must die. Remembrance of love’s long delights Is to remember sighs and tears, Yet I will think upon the nights I whispered into passionate ears Th…
1903 · PDF PAGE 81
… come : in my despair I half believed her an enchantress fair Cruel as hell and dowered with subtle skill To strain my life out with her love, and kill My soul with misery : suddenly a rare Swift smile set shimmering all the ambient air, And then I knew she was my true love still. She would not come ? Why, were Hell’s portals fast Shut, as to Orpheus on Eurydice, Their brass would break before love’s gold and steel, The sharpness inlaid with sweet tracery Of talismans of virtue : she is leal To come and live and be my love at last. 61
1906 · PDF PAGE 114
THE ARGONAUTS 108 Here is the charm, the life-assuaging potion, —sy. : Here is a better home for thee than Greece! Come, lover, to my deep, soft, sleepy breast! Here is thy rest ! O mortal, sad is life! But in my kisses Thou may’st forget its fever-parched thirst. Age, death, and sorrow fade in slender blisses : My swoon of love drinks up the draught accurst. And all thy seasons grow as sweet as this is, One constant summer in sleep’s bosom nursed. All storm and sunlight, star and season, cease, Ilere is thy peace. © mortal, sad is Jove! But my…
1922 · PDF PAGE 159
…ble thing in my life. Cockie wanted to go to a show! You might have hit me on the head with a poker. I don’t attract him any more; and I love him so much! He went to the box office to see about tickets, and while he was gone—this was the really horrible thing— I found I was simply telling myself ‘I love him so much.” Love is dead. And yet that’s not true. I do love him with all my heart and soul; and yet, somehow, I can’t. I want to be able to love until I get back. Oh, what’s the good of talking about it! I know I love him, and yet I know I ca…
1913 · PDF PAGE 235
…fled from me, And the stars call, and they are madly sweet With some lost vision that I know not of: It is not Death ; I think it is not Love. For I have tasted death and love, and these Shall not suffice; for love and death are one; In all the secret star-wrought harmonies, By married death and love is man undone. There is some secret thing I wot not of; It is not death; I know it is not love. So do my songs end here ; the hour is fled, And there are no more roses; I am fain To cease from singing. Wait! the hour is sped, My songs are turning i…
1913 · PDF PAGE 235
…fled from me, And the stars call, and they are madly sweet With some lost vision that I know not of: It is not Death ; I think it is not Love. For I have tasted death and love, and these Shall not suffice; for love and death are one; In all the secret star-wrought harmonies, By married death and love is man undone. There is some secret thing I wot not of; It is not death; I know it is not love. So do my songs end here ; the hour is fled, And there are no more roses; I am fain To cease from singing. Wait! the hour is sped, My songs are turning i…
1906 · PDF PAGE 78
72 ALICE: AN ADULTERY Or lower than the lips: love won the day. We nestled like young turtles that be twin Close till the morn-star chased the moon away. LOVE AND FEAR. THE rose of the springtime that bended Its delicate head to the breeze Is crimson and stately and splendid Now summer is here and at ease ; Love risen as the sun hath transcended its passion and peace. In a garden of dark foliage that clusters Round your face as a rosebud with- drawn, New splendour springs carmine and lustres Your cheeks with the coming of dawn, Love’s light as …
1907 · PDF PAGE 214
… gentle waves like lips my breast, my two small breasts, Rose flames on ivory seas ! SECOND MANAD. Nay! Nay! Of ivy, clingst thou so for love? O soul A VOICE AS OF THE RUSTLING OF Ivy. For love. SECOND MAENAD. Cling not so close! O no! cling closer then ! Let thy green coolness twine about my limbs And still the raving blood: or closer yet, And link about my neck, and kill me so! THIRD M-ENAD. Soul of the rock ! Dost love me? A VOICE AS OF FALLING ROCK. I love thee. THIRD: MAENAD. Woo me then! Let all the sharp hard spikes of crystal dart, Pres…
1996 · PDF PAGE 76
…treated of in “Liber I vel Magi”; see Works Cited.] The “equation” is the representation of Truth by Word. 57. Invoke me under my stars! Love is the law, love under will. Nor let the fools mistake love; for there are love and love. There is the dove, and there is the serpent. Choose ye well! He, my prophet, hath chosen, knowing the law of the fortress, and the great mystery of the House of God. All these old letters of my Book are aright; but li is not the Star. This also is secret: my prophet shall reveal it to the wise. Commentary: “Love is t…
1910 · PDF PAGE 290
272 THE BUDDHIST THERE never was a face as fair as yours, A heart as true, a love as pure and keen. These things endure, if anything endures. But, in this jungle, what high heaven immures Us in its silence, the supreme serene Crowning the dagoba, what destined die Rings on the table, what resistless dart Strikes me? I love you; can you satisfy The hunger of my heart? Nay ; not in love, or faith, or hope is hidden The drug that heals my life; I know too well How all things lawful, and all things forbidden Alike disclose no pearl upon the midden,…
1910 · PDF PAGE 290
272 THE BUDDHIST THERE never was a face as fair as yours, A heart as true, a love as pure and keen. These things endure, if anything endures. But, in this jungle, what high heaven immures Us in its silence, the supreme serene Crowning the dagoba, what destined die Rings on the table, what resistless dart Strikes me? I love you; can you satisfy The hunger of my heart? Nay ; not in love, or faith, or hope is hidden The drug that heals my life; I know too well How all things lawful, and all things forbidden Alike disclose no pearl upon the midden,…
1903 · PDF PAGE 79
…ating the earth, the sea, the witchery Of all the universe : my breast I bared And cursed God, hoping lightning ; and I dared Not ask my love “ In very truth—you die ?” I could not bear it longer ; then she spake : “ I lied indeed, love, for mine honour’s sake,” And I reproached her for her love’s distrust, Saying “ I would not so in any wise Have lowered love unto the level of lust But now—” I hid my thought in tears and sighs. 59
1907 · PDF PAGE 40
34 WHY JESUS WEPT Do I perspire now? Do my cheeks run down nasty wet tears? Is my love a mono- tonous harping on one word? Love, Percy —dare I call you Percy? SiR PERcY. If I may call you Angela. ANGELA. Love, Percy (she lays one hand on his shoulder and looks deeply in his eyes), is wit, and laughter, and wisdom; all of love, and in it; but love without these is a mawkish, moonish distemper of folly—and will pass. I shall not pass, my love!—Ah! you feel my breath upon your face |! Sir PERcY. ~Yes—do not! ANGELA. I shall do so—you dare not move…
1907 · PDF PAGE 17
…,” say you now, Poor baby of the weary brow, Struggling with metaphysic lore? “* But these, being women, gave you more: 3 $ You spoke of love!” Indeed I did, And you must counter me unbid, Forgetting how we must define This floral love of yours and mine. That love and this are as diverse As Shelley’s poems and my verse. And now the bright laugh comes in spite Of all the cruel will can do. “T take,” you say, ‘‘a keen delight In Shelley, but as much in you.” There, you are foolish. And you know The thing I meant to say. O love! What little lightn…
1904 · PDF PAGE 85
…ove— Young virgins in Iolchus dance, Hearing the news thereof. The heroes—see their glad advance! Hath Greece not maids enough? I lie in love’s ecstatic trance. My very name is Love! LIGIA. Come over the water, love, to me! Come over the little space! Come over, my lover, and thou shalt see The beauty of my face! Come over the water! I will be A bride and a queen and a lover to thee! Come over the water, love, and lie! All day and all night to kiss! Come over, my lover, an hour to die In the language-baffling bliss! Come over the water! Must I …
1911 · PDF PAGE 82
…r, and seeiog no one, raises he? weil. From the heart of the sand? 1.1111/].ןמ The water wells up? Purer than the rain.? So in my heart? Love springs? Chaster than the grace of heaven itself.? Earth purifies? More subtly than the sea.? Only through matter? Can spirit understand itself,? Justify itself, become itself? This mystery I heard? From the holy man of Bassu.? His beard was whiter than snow? Because it had once been blacker than burnt wood.? So will I cherish my love, The love which I owe, Which I give, to my husband The noblest of the Em…
1911 · PDF PAGE 82
…r, and seeiog no one, raises he? weil. From the heart of the sand? 1.1111/].ןמ The water wells up? Purer than the rain.? So in my heart? Love springs? Chaster than the grace of heaven itself.? Earth purifies? More subtly than the sea.? Only through matter? Can spirit understand itself,? Justify itself, become itself? This mystery I heard? From the holy man of Bassu.? His beard was whiter than snow? Because it had once been blacker than burnt wood.? So will I cherish my love, The love which I owe, Which I give, to my husband The noblest of the Em…
1909 · PDF PAGE 60
…eming man Looks on the world and sees it void and base. Let him endure its horror as he can ! There is no help fér his unhappy case. The love-taught magus, the hermaphrodite, Knows how to woo the Mother, and awake her: Beholding, in the very self-same sight, The self-illumined image of the Maker. I love, and you are wise ; our spirits dance A merry measure to the music moving In waves through that mirific brilliance. Will you first tire of wit, or I of loving: Tire? O thou sea of love, thy ripples run Into themselves, to my serener sun! AIT! Fo…
1954 · PDF PAGE 230
MENTAL PROCESSES 197 then! Then I found that about two-thirds of my "absolutely essential" ritual was not necessary at all! Love is the law, love under will. Fraternally, 666