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THE EQUINOX I am stirred to the depths of me when the wind blows The notes of the lyre To me, O lost Rose! My rose of the world, My rose of the mire, With petals soft-curled O’er the heart of desire,— I am he who shall bear thee; who knows not and knows; Whose heart is impearled In the heart of the Rose. By the bow that is bent, By the veil that is torn, By the strength that is spent, By the babe that is born, By the river of starlight that ceaselessly flows By the god’s starlit tent, Oh, I hail thee, my Rose. So day and her lover, And night an…
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THE EQUINOX O Rose eclipsed! O Rose! my Rose of Roses! The night is pale to death : the lyre reposes Under the star-shot glamour of the moon, And all her palest roses. XVII THE RED TRIANGLE TuE eye of Fate is closed; the olden doom Lies in the wrack of things. There is no sign; Only the wind cries through the lonely woods, And the barren motherhood of the world is manifest Shamelessly; in the dank, pale, autumn woods The fallen leaves lie squelching under the feet Of the desolate gnomes: and now the birds are silent, And the streams are sluggis…
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…t, and hate grows strong On thine immortal song; Nor do the world’s winds blow Abroad the forbidden word, in thee, in thee impearled. My Rose! my Rose! my Rose! my ensanguined Rose, Blood o’ the heart of the love transcending life, Than death more cool, more eloquent, more still : There is moonlight on the hill, But thou art gone, as goes The promised joy of thee, the world’s still-virgin wife. They spurn thee from the temples of their Lady, Nor know the passion of thy virgin will, Nor heed the murmurous song of thee, that blows Over their head…
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ROSA IGNOTA And thy scented breath That only may be known in trancéd death To me ?— Yea! And to all those That worship thee, my Rose, My Rose! My Rose! My Rose! For thou dost glance through all the veils of life, Lending thy light unwon, O subtlest syren thou, who wouldst entrance the sun! Behind what secret hill shall I find thee? In what chains shall I bind thee? O Rose! Wert thou but mine I would blind thee With the sacred sign Of five, Making thee mine. Alive Thou wouldst kill me, But dead, dead thou wouldst fill me With the low breath I se…
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…me to me in the silence, Saying: “I bear the mystery of Time, And the secret of Fate?” I know not yet, but surely Thou shalt know of the Rose, the Rose, the Rose o’ the World! With thee shall I bear the chalice of blood-tipped lilies, The chalice of red, sweet lilies under the moon? But now there is no moon, nor any sun ; Only the world’s gray noon is for thee and me; There is no sound in the nerveless silences Of the fading world ; there is no quiver of light On the river of life ; we are unwed, my Rose, Nor knoweth each the other; we are undo…
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ROSA IGNOTA Vv OF THE ROSE “Tuat love and the lover Are mingled in me Night shall discover: Dreams shall not be The veil of the world that my heart doth disclose : The long night is over, And I am the Rose. “Night, like a cancer, Spread over my breast; There was no answer, No truce to this rest, That, holding the world in a shower of white snows, Chilled the mad dancer Who bore me, the Rose. “ Day, like a vision, Before me is fled; Hate and derision Have fouled my soft bed. In the heart of the water the quenched vision glows ; Unborne, in divis…
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ROSA IGNOTA As food for thy body—thy body !—how shall I come to thee Who am at last awakened? Oh, my Rose, My Rose of my lost World, O Rose! Rose! Rose ! Pity me for that now I may not love thee, Pity me for the unquenchable desire, Never to be gratified, I bear toward thee! Pity me for my youth, the scattered dreams That are fallen from the shattered casket of my soul. Yet will I ravish thee even now, my queen ; I will fasten my fangs in thy breast, and drink thy blood, Thy leprous blood, to make me mad with hate, And frenzied with unsatisfied…
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ROSA IGNOTA Under the soil of every star that glows, A hanging lamp, under the Firmament: There shall be no more roses, no more roses . . . Until the spring of the stars shall fall on the world; Then shall be light again, O secret Rose, And thou shalt be born anew, with radiant starlight For dew, and all thy petals shall be dreams Crystallised of the gods who swing the wheels Of the worlds in space; and at the heart of thee Shall be the secret knowledge, the sacred Word, The AOTOS of the throbbing Universe. And the years shall pass in myriads o…
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…rave shows bare and white In the chill heart of winter's night. Still shall I feel the wind that blows From the secret grave of thee, my Rose. IV DECADENCE TwILicut, that is the thin gray ghost of day, Holds the dim way of death ; the darkness grows More sanguine-hearted as the hour is sped, And with less light is fed; Thine hour grows, grows alway : Thou art mine, mine own, mine own, thou sanguine Rose. Thou sanguine Rose! Deep-hearted as the hour Thou bearest as a flame; more argent-shod Than the eloquent bringer of the god’s delight: Here, f…
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… soul, And left my spirit free, Free |! to weep before thee, And thou hast slain me; Thou hast slain me whole, I am all dead to thee, My Rose, my Rose, my Rose, And the things I have said to thee Are but the foolish echoes the wind blows Into mine ears from the most secret world Wherein thy faded petals dropped, And stopped Decaying, for eternally are curled Tightly new petals. So this my song shall be The last I shall sing to thee, To thee. Oh, the wind blows Thy secret to me, Rose | 138
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…, And found at last one soul serene and fresh To bear the burden of eternal song. So for this hour of song I have tuned my lyre Unto the Rose of the Immortal Fire. (x) When I am faded into nothingness, And thou of whomI sing art earth and dust; And when the soul I bear for my distress Is faded in the sun; when love and lust Are nothing to us, dear—my songs shall tell Of all thou wast to those who knew not thee: In the immortal groves of asphodel, They shall seek, drawn onwards by my melody. There shall be no more songs for us, I know, When at t…
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…2 THE EQUINOX Hail! on the altar of the awakening day ; Hail! in the temple of the night outworn By the vigils of the gods! Soft, secret Rose, I bear upon my breast the golden sign ; I wear thee on my breast, and I am thine— Light as the summer oak-leaves, gold as the god On the shimmering sea calling the winds to rest. Light, light be the earth upon thee, and below, Breath of the world unborn, long wave of song! Hail unto thee, and hail unto the star That bore thee! Hail! and hail! and hail! and hail Hail! For the word is spoken, and the light…
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…, wandering god. Summer is buried. There is no more light. But in the breast of the world there stirs again The flaming heart that is my Rose, my Rose, My secret Rose, whom but to name, to name, Is a sacrament upon the altar of Fire: Oh! yellow Fire! Oh! aureate-petalled Rose! Because swift Sorrow hath stricken me, I sing Here in the wavering gloom, the sunless deep, Calling slow dreams from their immortal sleep ; Wakening the murmuring sigh, the spirit’s spring— The bitter pangs of the birth of everything, Immortal Matter and the wandering Sou…
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… this is soft, and gentle, and dead ; That passed away on the stream of night ; that flows and flows and flows From the heart of a faded Rose. XII THE SEER Over the billows Of soft green grass, Under the willows, The gray sprites pass. In twilight’s glamour The shadows grow,— Cadent life’s clamour ! So low, so low, That the world is hushed As the white light pales ; No longer flushed The daylight fails ; The fading light No longer glows In the west; the night Still deeper grows: O secret Rose ! O secret Rose! O secret Name! The west wind blows …
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… the earth where he Reigns in his silent, sunless dignity One hope still blossoms, one last flower still blows Upon the mystic earth, my Rose, my Rose, XIV THE BEGINNING Rose of the gardens of old Babylon, Red, scarlet Rose of fire in the breast of light :— I had a dream of thee, my Babylon ; Yea; all thy petals were crimson with delight: And under the soft stars, the silent night Grew deeper, deeper, till the heart o the world Lay bare before me, with no robe to don Save the lucent veil of spirit, argent-white ; And then there came a voice: Ar…
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…m the clutches of flesh? For ever I have lost thee, And I damn thee, for that thou hast seduced me far From the olden way of the gods. O Rose! Rose! Rose Unknown, ah! wherefore hast thou done this thing? The spirit is dead within me, and the flesh Wearies of thee, whom never I have known: For thou art foul to me—a leprous worm Of sticky slime ; a clamorous courtezan With itching sores, thou bidd’st me scratch thee, ease Thine ill with the touches of love. Ah! slimy one, Rose of the world polluted, thou who holdest A boy’s dreams in derision, a …
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ROSA IGNOTA Over the brink of the world to cull fresh roses; Roses, still roses, myriad roses bloom In the silence. Oh! the world’s great Rose uncloses Her petals still, to the Nothingness of doom. Last Rose! Last love! Last night thou camest to me, A silver dream under a sapphire sky; The winds of the world ran ever and ever through me, Until, at last, the end: then did I lie In dream, and dream that made mine eyes unclose, And so I lost thee, O immortal Rose. (vim) I swing a censer in a temple of fire; I chant slow mantrams to a holy Name; I …
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…! Oh! come thou in thine own triumphal car ! And at the naming of the secret Name Thou camest unto me, Istar! Istar! Istar! thou flaming rose-bud of the world! Istar! I call thee by thy secret Name! Istar| the snake within the red Rose curled, Come in thy triumph! Come thou in thy shame All uncontaminate—a lambent flame. Lick, lick the sores upon me!* ah! thy name Hath burned me through : I scorch within thy star! Drain me to death, and slay me with thy flame! Death and destruction! O Istar! Istar! Palace of dream! Red rose-leaves subtly hurled…
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… Of eld! Oh! let the silence break, break, break At the birth of man from out the universe ! Hail to the Lord of the Sun, and the Sacred Rose! Master of space and time, thou subject god !|— Master of space and time! From the Underworld I speed upon the Way! Ho! Jupiter! Iam Mercury, the little light-heeled god, The summoner of the stars at choiring-time, When they sing thine earth, thine earth, thy sun-child. Yea! From out the deep is sung the song of joy, And the branches of all the trees in all the world Are shaken, and the twilight pools are…
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…ps, O thou most inner and supernal dawn, Thou that bearest the torch for the feast of the gods ! In the heart of eld I found thee, and a rose Was thy heart, and a rose thy crown, and tiny rosebuds Girt thy green mantle, and thy yellow hair, Glittered with the dust of the stars! By the river-side Thou camest to me! Oh, the secret night WhenI stared into the water under the moon, Singing and tumbling on its way to the seal The soft stream flowed under the milky stars; And there were poplars by the water-side, Gazing upon themselves ; but I was bl…