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Page 1 of 1281905 · PDF PAGE 33
… red lips When first they clung to mine and rested there ; Lightnings of love were eager to eclipse That earlier sunshine, and her whole soul clips My soul—I kissed out life, within her hair Upon her lips. We parted lips from lips and soul from soul To new strange passions in unholy lands, Where love’s breath chars and scorches like a coal. So she is dead to-day—the sweet bells toll A lost, lost soul, a soul in Satan’s bands, A lost, lost soul ! 28
1904 · PDF PAGE 91
ACTUS QUARTUS 19 MEDEA. Thine therefore should be sweeter. ORPHEUS. The Gods grant it! Lift up this love of peace and bliss, The starry soul of wine, Destruction’s formidable kiss, The lamp of the divine: This shadow of a nobler name Whose life is strife, whose soul is fame ! I rather will exalt the soul Of man to loftier height, And kindle at a livelier coal The subtler soul of Light. From these soft splendours of a dream T turn, and seek the Self supreme. This world is shadow-shapen of The bitterness of pain, Vain are the little lamps of love…
1906 · PDF PAGE 34
…Of endless life, of toil and woe I am the burned and branded foe. I came this torture to endure That I might make my freedom sure. A. No soul is free. XM. There is no soul. See yonder gleams the starry shoal Of orbs incalculably vast. They are not present: they are past, Since the long march of shuddering light Made years the servants of its might. There is no soul. A. These stars thou seest Are but the figuring of thy brain. NV. Then of all things the soul were freest 4. Move then the centre of thy pain! XN. *Tis done. A. A trick to cheat a ch…
1911 · PDF PAGE 212
32 THE RITES OF ELEUSIS Lift up this love of peace and bliss, The starry soul of wine, Destruction’s formidable kiss, The lamp of the divine: This shadow of a nobler name Whose life is strife, whose soul is lame! 1 rather will exalt the soul Of man to loftier height, And kindle at a livelier coal The subtler soul of light. From these soft splendours of a dream 1 turn, and seek the Self supreme. This world is shadow-shapen of The bitterness of pain. Vain are the little lamps of love! The light of life is vain! Life, death, joy, sorrow, age and y…
1911 · PDF PAGE 212
32 THE RITES OF ELEUSIS Lift up this love of peace and bliss, The starry soul of wine, Destruction’s formidable kiss, The lamp of the divine: This shadow of a nobler name Whose life is strife, whose soul is lame! 1 rather will exalt the soul Of man to loftier height, And kindle at a livelier coal The subtler soul of light. From these soft splendours of a dream 1 turn, and seek the Self supreme. This world is shadow-shapen of The bitterness of pain. Vain are the little lamps of love! The light of life is vain! Life, death, joy, sorrow, age and y…
1939 · PDF PAGE 6
HYMN TO ASTARTE. For DEIRDRE Serene are the stars, and serene my soul, ablaze in the Night. Then how shall I worship Astarte sea-born, how invoke her aright? I am free from the fire and the foam, I have conquered the dragons and doves; I have gotten me Love as the gold from the furnace that melted my loves. Love is not bound to the body, not sparse and adrift with the mind Not secret with soul, though the soul seem one and alone of its kind. The body is naught but a corpse, its growth but a name of decay, A delirious dream of sick godswhere th…
1901 · PDF PAGE 70
58 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. Pass, be no more ! The beckoning dawn Woos the white ocean : I must go Wither my soul’s desire is drawn. Whither ? I know not. Even so.
1928 · PDF PAGE 166
…It seems to me that I should always be well wherever I am not; and this question of re- moval is one which I ceaselessly discuss with my soul. Say, my soul,poor deluded soul, what do you think of going and living in Lisbon? It must be warm there, and you would become as lively as a lizard. It is on the waterside; they say that it is built of marble, and that the peo- ple have such a hatred of vegetation that they pluck up all the trees.Ah! there is a land- scape to your liking; a landscape made with light and mineral, and a liquid mirror to r…
1912 · PDF PAGE 83
…f Memnon’s singing stone So fierce a questing barked and brayed, It turned his laughter to a groan. His vow forgot, his task undone, His soul whipped in God’s bitter school! (He moaned a mighty malison !) The perfect knight? The perfect fool! “Now, by God’s wounds!” quoth he, “my strength Is burnt out to a pest of pains. Let me fling off my curse at length In old Chaldea’s starry plains! Thou blesséd Jesus, foully nailed Unto the cruel Calvary tree, Look on my soul’s poor fort assailed By all the hosts of devilry ! Is there no medicine but deat…
1909 · PDF PAGE 53
…ich we call a thought, seem to stand at a definite dis- tance in space behind the thought, the thought being farther from the perceiving soul. Looking at each glyph, one perceives, too, that itself is made up of other glyphs yet nearer to the Self, these glyphs, however, being formless and nameless; they are not truly perceived, but one is somehow aware of them. Unfortunately, the tendency to fall into effect (6) makes it very difficult to concentrate on the analysis of these ideas, so that one is hurried on to a similar examination of the next…
1909 · PDF PAGE 53
…ich we call a thought, seem to stand at a definite dis- tance in space behind the thought, the thought being farther from the perceiving soul. Looking at each glyph, one perceives, too, that itself is made up of other glyphs yet nearer to the Self, these glyphs, however, being formless and nameless; they are not truly perceived, but one is somehow aware of them. Unfortunately, the tendency to fall into effect (6) makes it very difficult to concentrate on the analysis of these ideas, so that one is hurried on to a similar examination of the next…
1901 · PDF PAGE 13
…ove, Maiden, as light leaps the dawn-gardens in, So in the Love and Light, Life slain, yet infinite, The God-Man’s night, Leaps pure the Soul rearisen from the embrace of Sin. | Yet, in the terror of that Breast, abides So sweet and deadly a device, a lure Deep in the blood and poison of her sides, Swart, lean, and leprous, that her stings endure. Even the soul of grace Abideth not her face Without vague longing, infinite desire, Stronger because suppressed, Unto the wide black breast, The lips incarnate of blood, flesh, and fire, So to slip do…
1910 · PDF PAGE 453
…f Memnon’s singing stone So fierce a questing barked and brayed, It turned his laughter to a groan. His vow forgot, his task undone, His soul whipped in God’s bitter school! (He moaned a mighty malison !) The perfect knight? The perfect fool! “Now, by God’s wounds!” quoth he, “my strength Is burnt out to a pest of pains. Let me fling off my curse at length In old Chaldea’s starry plains! Thou blesséd Jesus, foully nailed Unto the cruel Calvary tree, Look on my soul’s poor fort assailed By all the hosts of devilry ! Is there no medicine but deat…
1910 · PDF PAGE 453
…f Memnon’s singing stone So fierce a questing barked and brayed, It turned his laughter to a groan. His vow forgot, his task undone, His soul whipped in God’s bitter school! (He moaned a mighty malison !) The perfect knight? The perfect fool! “Now, by God’s wounds!” quoth he, “my strength Is burnt out to a pest of pains. Let me fling off my curse at length In old Chaldea’s starry plains! Thou blesséd Jesus, foully nailed Unto the cruel Calvary tree, Look on my soul’s poor fort assailed By all the hosts of devilry ! Is there no medicine but deat…
1905 · PDF PAGE 16
…ature in various attire Be woven to one tune of the lyre, One tune where a million belong— Multitudinous murmur and moan, melodious, one soul with my soul! One soul with the wail of distress The ravished Persephone flung; One soul with the song of success, Demeter’s, that found her and sung; B} 17
1899 · PDF PAGE 180
158 - MYSTERIES: The constant ripple of your long white hands, The soul-tormenting violin that speaks Truth, and enunciates all my soul seeks, And binds my love in its desirous bands, And clutches at my heart, until there stands No fibre yet unshaken, while it wreaks In one sharp song the agony of weeks, And all my soul and body understands. The music changes, and I know that here, In these new melodies, a tongue of fire Leaps at each waving of the silver spear; And all my sorrow dons delight’s attire Because the gate of Heaven is so near, And …
1898 · PDF PAGE 88
…t eve to make demur That I be minister To Cynthia maidenly : All night I have watched her sail through a black and silver sky. Within my soul there fight Two full and urgent streams, Work’s woe and dream’s delight : Like snow and sun they smite, Days battle hard with dreams : On a world of misty beauty the Aurora clearly beams. So labour fought with pride, And love with idleness, My soul was torn and tried With the impassioned tide Of storm and deathly stress— I had never dreamed a lily should arise amid the press. Yet such a flower sprang here…
1910 · PDF PAGE 36
AMBERGRIS 27 Heaven is not very far ; Soul unto soul may be calling When a swift meteor star Through the quick vista is falling. Loose but your soulshall its wings find the white way so appalling ? Heaven, as I understand, Nearer than some folk would make it ! Godshould you stretch out a hand, Who can be quicker to take it ? Then you have pacted an oathjudge you if He will forsake it ! I have had hope in the spring Trust that the God who has given Flowers, and the thrushes that sing Dawnwards all night, and at even Year after year, will be …
1908 · PDF PAGE 15
AMPHORA VI O seek, O my soul, thy veridical home In the palace of GOD where the work as the will is ! There are wonderful lilies afloat in the foam, And Mary is throned in the midst of the lilies. Go seek, O my soul, in the sorrowful sea, The Cross where GOD’S agony culminates, closes ! The roses are heaped till they cover the tree, And Mary is throned in the midst of the roses. Go take, O my soul, thy poor heart that has bled To pallor and death for thine evil behaviour ! The heart of the SAVIOUR redeems it to red, And Mary is throned in the h…
1911 · PDF PAGE 15
AMPHORA VI O seek, O my soul, thy veridical home In the palace of GOD where the work as the will is ! There are wonderful lilies afloat in the foam, And Mary is throned in the midst of the lilies. Go seek, O my soul, in the sorrowful sea, The Cross where GOD’S agony culminates, closes ! The roses are heaped till they cover the tree, And Mary is throned in the midst of the roses. Go take, O my soul, thy poor heart that has bled To pallor and death for thine evil behaviour ! The heart of the SAVIOUR redeems it to red, And Mary is throned in the h…