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Collected Works (Vol. III)
Collected Works (Vol. III) (1907), PDF p. 179
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LIBER SECUNDUS VEL AMORIS
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Nothing but love : in vain my thoughts evoke
That light amidst the deadly night and smoke
Of this dread hour: there’s nothing serves
nor skills
Here, since that hateful ‘‘ I” of me awoke,
Making ime separate from the wings of life,
Nothing avails me of the cruel strife
With my own being : hideous sorrow fills
My heart—O misery ! my wife! my wife!
Stay ! if I cannot be the Absolute,
Let me be man! discard the wailing lute
And wake the lyre: the mightier than me
Drag up the courage in me to dispute
The battle with despair: awake the strings
Stronger than earth, than the immortal kings
Alike of death and life: invoke the sea
That I may cross her on the viewless wings
Of song, find out the desolating river
That girds the earth, unloose the silver quiver,
Choosing an arrow of sharp song to run
Down to the waters that lament for ever :—
And cleave them!
spell
Rive the strong gates of iron-builded hell,
And move the heart of the ill-hearted one.
Yea ! let me break the portals terrible,
That my song’s insistent
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 all the echoes of that lonely house
Answer mé sob for sob, that she decree
With love deep-seated in her lofty brows
Forth sparkling: and with IIades inter-
cede,
So as I stir the judgment-seat, and plead,
The awful brows may lighten, and decrce
My wife’s return—a pvet’s lofty meed !
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