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A RONDEL A BRIEF half-hour is man’s allotted bliss, A space of sunshine and eternal shower ; A little time for love, as short as is A brief half-hour. Hell hath no witchcraft, heaven hath no power, To change, prolong, delay, or hasten this. It comes and flits, a bee from bud to flower. No strength hath love, no virtue hath love’s kiss, To move one jot fate’s doom, man’s meed, sin’s dower. Between birth’s darkness and the gates of Dis, A brief half-hour! 84
1905 · PDF PAGE 136
…nd silver and amber and green As thy light passed over and kissed them ? Shall thy people lament thee and swoon, And we miss thee if thy love missed them, Awaiting the moon ? But thou, who art Light, and above them, Who art fire and above them as fire, Shall thy sightless eyes not love them Who are all of thine own desire ? Immaculate daughters of passion, Shalt thou as they pass be past ? And thy people bewail thee, Thalassian, Lost, lost at the last ? III Nay, ere ye pass your people pass, As snow on summer hills, As dew upon the grass, As on…
1954 · PDF PAGE 385
352 MAGICK WITHOUT TEARS Lack of money is another matter altogether. Isn't it about time you sent me a cheque? Love is the law, love under will. Yours fraternally , 666
1905 · PDF PAGE 109
The Kabbalists say that when a man falls in love with a female elemental— undine, sylph, gnome, or salamandrine, as the case may be—she becomes immortal with him, or otherwise he dies with her. . . . The love of the magus for such beings is insensate, and may destroy him.—Z/iphas Levi. Orpheus for the love he bare to his wife, snatcht, as it were, from him by untimely Death, resolved to go down to Hell with his harp, to try if he might obtain her of the infernal power.— Zhe Wisdom of the Anctents,
1904 · PDF PAGE 86
14 ARGONAUTAE Come over the water, love, and bide An hour in my swift caress! So short is the space, and so smooth the tide— More smooth is my loveliness! Come over the water, love, to my side! I am thy lover and queen and bride! MEDEA. Sing, poet, ere the rash fool leap! JASON. Ah, Zeus! ORPHEUS. The hearts of Greeks with sharper flames Burn than with one fire of all fire, We have the Races and the Games, The song, the chisel, and the lyre; We have the altar, we the shrine, And ours the joy of love and wine. Why take one pleasure, put aside Th…
1907 · PDF PAGE 321
314 THE STAR IN THE WEST beauty of bodies, nor the glory which passes , nor the light which our eyes love ; it is not the varied harmony of sweet songs , nor the aroma of perfumes and sweet flowers , nor the voluptuous joys of carnal embraces. No , it is none of these that I love when I love my God ; and yet in this love I find a light , an inner voice , a perfume, a savour , an em brace of a kind which does not leave the inmost of myself . There in the depths of the soul glows something which is not in space, there a word is heard which has no…
1899 · PDF PAGE 25
THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 17 But I am born of gods, and turn My eyes to thee, thyself divine. My vigorous heart and spirit yearn With love, my cheeks with passion burn— As thy clear eyes may well discern By gazing into mine. Thy heart is cool, thy cheeks are pale, Nor blush with shame like winter wine To understand my amorous tale, For words and looks of Love must fail To touch thee, since a snowy veil Is twixt my mind and thine. Dear goddess, at whose early breast I drank in all desires and woes ; Most reverend god, who oft caressed Her pale chaste…
1907 · PDF PAGE 60
LYETERNEL PRINTEMPS I HE eternal spring is in the heart of youth. They are nearest to the secret of the world, These lovers with their lithe white bodies curled Into the rhythm of a dance; the truth Is theirs that feel, not ours that idly see; Theirs that inhabit, and not ours that flee The intimate touch of love and think to sleuth By intellect all the scent of being, whirled In the wheel of time—roll back, slow years, and be A monument, a memory for me; That I may in their passion have a part, And feel their glory glow within my heart! II Thi…
1954 · PDF PAGE 531
498 MAGICK WITHOUT TEARS way of Magick, and the internal way of Yoga: there you have your alternatives, and there they cease. Love is the law, love under will. Yours fraternally, 666
1919 · PDF PAGE 117
…d and dead, or lightly held. This may then pass into dryness, or into repulsion. Then at last by pure persistence in that Act of Will to Love, shall Love himself arise, as a bird, as a flame, as a song, and the whole Soul shall wing a fiery path of music unto the Ultimate Heaven of Possession. Now in this method there are many roads and ways, some simple and direct, some hidden and mysterious, even as it is with human love whereof no man hath made so much as the first sketches for a Map: for Love is infinite in diversity even as are the Stars. …
1899 · PDF PAGE 191
LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 169 THE EVE OF LOVE. HE sun from the black of the sky is unveiléd, The rain and the clouds are dispersed to the sea, He strides through the heaven, a knight brightly mailéd ; The earth is rejoiced and the fountains are free, Leaping, cascades of new song. Music and myrtle are bound in the forehead Golden of dawn’s herald strong ; The sea basks below in the atmosphere torrid, Waiting and waiting a lover. All men despise her: a woman once found Joy in the kisses whereby she was drowned, Love in her death to discover. I, in t…
1905 · PDF PAGE 21
…irds that pass passionate on pinions fect : Such quiet joys my eyes in slumber see— Let death’s keen sickle wander through the wheat ! I love not life o’ermuch; since loving thee My dreams arc sweet. 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 ! Then Charicles rejoicing quickly…
1909 · PDF PAGE 50
…! joy it is That false to faith is all the honied pressing; A traitor triumphs in each stolen kiss, Caligula and Cressida caressing. You love yourself for stealing me away From the proud lovely wife; you love me more That in my arms a prostitute you lay, And to your troth-plight lover played the whore When mouth to mouth we clung, and breath for breath Exchanged the royal accolade of death, I love you for your cruelty to them; Y love you for your cruelty to me; I see their blood glittering a diadem Upon your dazzling brows; my blood I see Sucke…
1898 · PDF PAGE 85
…ks on the sly, And kiss their genitals, and cry : “ Ah ! Ganymede, grant me one night ! ” This is the one sweet mystery : A strong man’s love is my delight ! To feel him clamber on me, laid Prone on the couch of lust and shame, To feel him force me like a maid And his great sword within me flame, His breath as hot and quick as fame ; To kiss him and to clasp him tight ; This is my joy without a name, A strong man’s love is my delight. To feel again his love grow grand Touched by the langour of my kiss ; To suck the hot blood from my gland Mingl…
1899 · PDF PAGE 199
LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 177 Love, love to-night. To-night is all we know, Is all our care; lips joined to lips we lie, Tender hands touching, hearts in tune to die, With willing kiss reluctant to let go; So sweet love’s last enduring sigh For sleep, so sure, so slow. Sleep, sleep to-night. Our arms are intertwined, Breath desires breath and hand imprisons hand, Breezes cool faces, rosy with the brand Of long sweet kisses; sun shall dawn and find Two lovers who have passed the land Of sleep—and found Death kind.
1910 · PDF PAGE 112
AMBERGRIS 103 OTHER LOVE SONGS Norah Norah, my wee shy child of wonderment, You are sweeter than a swallow-song at dusk ! You are braver than a lark that soars and trills His lofty laughter of love to a hundred hills ! You lie like a sweet nut within the husk Of my big arms ; and uttermost content I have of you, my tiny fairy, eh ? Do you live in a flower, I wonder, and sleep and pray To the good God to send you dew at dawn And rain in rains soft season, and sun betimes, And all the gladness of the afterglow When you come shyly out of the fold…
1905 · PDF PAGE 154
And bring her back! come back, Eurydice! - Come back, pale wanderer to Eternity! Come back, my wife, my wife, again to love! Come back, my wife! come back, come back to me! Enough! my purpose holds: no feeble cries! No sob shall shake these nerves : no ecstasies Of hope, or fear, or love avail to move Those iron-hearted dooms and destinies. I will be calm and firm as I were Zeus. I will descend to Hades and unloose My wife: prevail on pale Persephone, Laving her love-locks with exalted dews Of stern grey song; such roseate tunes espouse That al…
1905 · PDF PAGE 166
THE MOTHER'S TRAGEDY 159 ULRIC (surprised). Sweet ! you speak of love! You must have guessed I meant to question you, And smoothed the passage to my modesty. CORA (wath better sorrow at her heart). You make me very glad. Yes, yes, indeed, Love is my meaning. Does it shame me much To talk so openly of love to you? But Iam old enough to be—to be-—— ULRIC (breaking right out). My wife! O Cora, I have loved you so! My heart is like a fountain of the sea. I burn, I tremble; in my veins there swims A torrid ecstasy of madness. Ah! Ah God! I kiss you,…
1910 · PDF PAGE 30
AMBERGRIS 21 We have no more day, we are fain to say Alas ! In Loves a cure For Fortunes hate ; In Loves a lure Shall laugh at Fate ; We have tolled Deaths knell ; All streams are pure ; We are new-create ; Alls well, alls well ! We have God to endure, we are very sure Alls well ! In such wise rang the challenge unto Death With clear high eloquence and happy breath ; So did a brave sad heart grow glad again And mock the riddle that the dead Sphinx saith. When I am dead, remember me for this That I bade workers work, and lovers kiss ; Lau…
1904 · PDF PAGE 54
…2 A REFRAIN OF A FAR COUNTRY Of fire-crowned waves of foaming jet That England rules with iron feet— The England we may not forget Where Love has chosen our retreat. The beeches wave, the poplar dips ; I know the breeze is here at last ; I see the dainty-masted ships Leap like young fawns beneath the blast : The water beats the shingle fast As if its heart with passion beat, And the sweet hour of sleep is past Where Love has chosen our retreat. The moon is up; the star-sky dawns ; My lover turns a ruby lip: There gather nymphs, and eager fauns …