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…My great loves lifted wing Weakens, unwearying, And droops with me, Singing the sun-kindled hair Close in the face more fair, The sweet soul shining there For God to see. Surely some angel shed Flowers for the maiden head, Ephemeral flowers ! I yearn, not comforted. My heart is vainly bled Through age-long hours. To thee my spirit turns ; My bright soul aches and burns, As a dry valley yearns For spring and showers. Splendid, remove, a fane Alone and unprofane I know thy breast. These bitter tears of pain Flood me, and fall again Not into rest…
1898 · PDF PAGE 94
88 THE BLOOD-LOTUS To lure a soul to hell, to draw some saint’s charred lust, to tempt, to win Another sacrifice to sin, another poet’s heart to gnaw With dubious remorse. Oh ! flame of torturing flower- love ! sacrament Of Satan, triple element of mystery and love and shame, Green, gold, and crimson, in my heart you strive with Jesus for its realm, While Sorrow’s tears would overwhelm the warriors of either part ! Jesus would lure me : from his side the gleaming torrent of the spear Withdraws, my soul with joy and fear waits for sweet blood to…
1903 · PDF PAGE 34
Some blood-stain filtered from the soul ; The light and shadow shed between My soul and God from Messaline. And even as a dark and hidden Furnace roars out in woods forbidden, A sullen tide of molten steel Runs from deep furrows in the wheel ; So from afar one central heat Sends the loud pulse to fever beat ; So from one crown and heart of fire Spring the vast phantoms of desire, Impossible and epicene, Familiar souls of Messaline. And as, when thunder broods afar Imperial destinies of war, Men see the haze and heat, and feel The sun’s rays lik…
1910 · PDF PAGE 227
TOUT ENTIÈRE 217 O mystic metamorphosis ! Silk woven in the senses loom Her breath the soul of music is, Her voice the spirit of perfume !
1919 · PDF PAGE 344
THE EQUINOX ing the Soul with human life, from the failure of its aspira- tions. 35. If through the Hall of Wisdom, thou would’st reach the Vale of Bliss, Disciple, close fast thy senses against the great dire heresy of Separateness that weans thee from the rest. This verse reads at first as if the heresy were still possible in the Hall of Wisdom, but this is not as it seems. The Dis- ciple is urged to find out his Ego and slay it even in the beginning. 36. Let not that “Heaven-Born,’ merged in the sea of Maya, break from the Universal Parent (…
1907 · PDF PAGE 150
… the ways of space. One lives an hour of day; One even man’s life exceeds; One loves to chase and slay; One loves to sing and play; Each soul to his own deeds ! A share of joy is ours, A double share of grief; So sum the many hours In many hopes and powers, All powers except the chief. Emotion fills our souls, And love delights us well, And joy of sense full rolls ; But leads us, and controls Life’s céntral 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 }lind …
1903 · PDF PAGE 86
Some Poynter, lift the thing aloft, Announce a Morice, see you fling ‘Your soul on knees in fervid praise :-— If so—O4, Lilith! runs the phrase, Now, is no barb upon the dart? Now, little lady, What ofart? v ‘Moreover (just a word) this chance T fling you over space—for luck! ‘This Scotland yet may catch your France, ‘My crow grow germane to your cluck. See art: see truth as I who see, (Am wellnigh fallen in the fight!) ‘Then the last lie, duality, ‘May break before the victor sight. ‘Then, and then only, That, Sweet hours Of trivial passion de…
1910 · PDF PAGE 77
TELEPATHY 67 We slew the victim rightfully : We tore his soul to tatters, Still laughing through the tragedy We knew that nothing matters ! Yea ; fitted that strange play of Pan For Gods and fiends ; but not for man ! Unlessunlessunlessunless Our priestly hands were steaming With other life (sweet murderess !) That his that lay there screaming Between our knivesOr blood ! confess The truth ; or am I dreaming ? Yea ; floating on that cold pale flood Were two red stars of our own blood. We left our laugh, a smouldering coal Upon his naked mi…
1901 · PDF PAGE 36
24 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. PART II. KNOW. When Ramoth-Gilead’s field Grew bloody with hot ranks of dead, I smote amain with sword and shield, My brows with mingled blood were red ; And on my cheek the kiss of hell, The hatred of my Jezebel. I waited many days. At last The rushing of a chariot grew Frightful through all the city vast, Men were afraid. But I—I knew Jehu was here, whose sword should dip Deep in my love’s adulterous lip. The spirit filled me. And behold ! I saw her dead stare to the skies ; I came to her ; she was not cold, But burning…
1905 · PDF PAGE 55
…rowy hours, Girt round of the moon And the girdling flowers, The sun for a boon, Sweet kisses of showers, O mother, O life, O desire, my soul is a bird in thy bowers ! , | My soul is caught up In thy green-hearted waves. I drink at the cup Of thy sweet valley graves. My spirit may sup Slow tunes in thy caves. O hide me, thy child, in thy bosom, that the heart in me yearns to and craves. 56
1909 · PDF PAGE 214
…ning dastard. The caress 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 hate’s co-heir, Lord of the West and of the East— The scorpion’s hole, the lion’s lair! I kissed his mouth—sublime despair ! Our souls were one ; our bodies met— Yea! darkness cover e…
1909 · PDF PAGE 214
…ning dastard. The caress 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 hate’s co-heir, Lord of the West and of the East— The scorpion’s hole, the lion’s lair! I kissed his mouth—sublime despair ! Our souls were one ; our bodies met— Yea! darkness cover e…
1912 · PDF PAGE 80
…rise again. Dread torture racks him; all his bones Get voice to utter forth his groans. The very poison of his blood Joins in that cry’s soul-shaking flood. For many a chiliad counted well His soul stayed in its proper Hell. Then, when Sir Palamedes came Back to himself, the shrine was dark. Cold was the incense, dead the flame; The slain babe lay there black and stark. What of the Beast? What of the quest? More blind the quest, the Beast more dim. Even now its laughter is suppressed, While his own demons mock at him!
1907 · PDF PAGE 184
…he shadowy shape of a ghost that guides the bark of the dead! Aged and foul, His locks wreathe about him. Horrid his scowl ! Haggard his soul ! My songs control While they fear him and doubt him. I step in the boat, And the waters ache, And the old boards shake. I shall hardly float, So heavy the soul Of a living man On those waters that roll Nine times around The fatal ground; Yet still to my singing we move on the river Tartarean. So darker and colder The stream as we float: Blacker and bleaker, The mist on the river ! Stronger the shoulder I…
1903 · PDF PAGE 88
…udice? No vision, Palsied with passion? Sight in vain. ‘Stupid with sense of self? Division, Picture, not model? Then you win, T painted soul, who saw your skin -— Be soul! That saves you. If you fail, ‘Why, then, you fail! Enough of this—
1929 · PDF PAGE 202
…ner feet; And where Light crosses Light, all loves combine Behold the God, the worshippers, the shrine, Each comprehensive of its single soul Yet each the centre and fountain of the whole; Each one made perfect in its passionate part, Each the circumference, and each the heart! Always the Three in One are interwoven, Always the One in Three sublimely cloven, Their essence to the Central Spirit hurled And so flung forth, an uncorrupted world, By That which, comprehending in one whole The universal rapture of Its soul, Abides beyond Its own illum…
1910 · PDF PAGE 177
… plan. Maybe his work is the wealth of a man ! VIII Bring me the tablets, the stylus of jade ! Lend me thy light, O compassionate maid ! Soul of the master, O come to mine aid ! Make me the man of the marvellous mission ! Sharpen the sword of veridical vision Cut me the knot of the mighty magician ! Here I devote me (record me the vow) Unto the terrible task of the Tao. Soul of the master, the writer be thou ! Bring me the tablets and stylus ! Have done ! Guard me the doors ; they are open to none, Not to the Emperor ! I have begun.
1928 · PDF PAGE 168
Then at last my soul broke forth, and wisely did she cry, No matter where, no matter where, so long as it is out of the world!
1902 · PDF PAGE 73
…olate am I ! I have not got one lover in the world, Save only Tannhauser. And he will go. Tannhauser. One lover ! Who makes up the equal soul Of all the wickedness beneath the sun ? Lilith ! Seek out thy children to devour ! Leave me. I go to my Elizabeth. Venus. no ! It kills me ! That is naked truth. 1 am the soul and symbol of desire. Yet individual to thy love. Stay ! Stay ! One last caress, and then I let thee go, And — die. I fear, and I detest, this death. I am not mortal, doomed to it ! I slip Into mere slime ; no resurrection waits Me,…
1906 · PDF PAGE 36
…e, and my wings feel no wind’s breath. ) Thou art all too fierce and calm, too bitter and sweet, alas ! Thou weavest a cruel charm on my soul that is as glass. I know thee not, who art naked; I le be- neath thy feet Who hast called till my spirit achéd with a pang too deathly sweet. Thou hast given thee to me dying, and made thy bed to me. I shiver, I shrink, and, sighing, lament it cannot be. I have no limbs as a God’s to close thee in and hold : Too brief are my periods, and my hours are barren of gold. I am not thewed as Jove to kill thee in…