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… think, when Evelyn Hope Gave no response to his requickening kiss ; In the brief moment when exceeding bliss Joined to her sweet passed soul his soul, its scope Grew infinite for ever. So in this Profane desire I too may join my song unto his quenchless quire. XXVI. When Hallam died, did Tennyson attain When his warm kisses drew no answering sigh From that poor corpse corrupted utterly, When four diverse sweet dews exude to stain With chaste foul fervour the cold canopy ? Proud Reason’s sheath He cast away, the sword of Madness flames beneath …
1898 · PDF PAGE 23
…which Is, And lose ourselves, together, far above The highest heaven, in one sweet lover’s kiss, So sweet, so strong That with it all my soul should unto him belong. XXIV. An ecstasy to which no life responds, Is the enormous secret I have learned : When self-denial’s furnace-flame has burned Through love, and all the agonizing bonds That hold the soul within its shell are turned To water weak ; Then may desires obtain the cypress crown they seek. 2 3
1898 · PDF PAGE 19
…s : the ecstasy, the trance of love— Life's atom-bonds must strain—aye, and most move, And all the body be forgotten quite, And the pure soul flame forth, a deathless dove, Where all worlds end ! If thou art worthy God shall greet thee for a friend. 1 9
1898 · PDF PAGE 16
IX. This was a dream—and how may I attain ? How make myself a worthy acolyte ? How from my body shall my soul take flight, Being constrained in this devouring chain Of selfishness ? How purge the spirit quite Of gross desires That eat into the heart with their corrupting fires ? X. Old Buddh gave command ; Jehovah spake ; Strange distant gods that are not dead to-day Added their voices ; Heaven’s desart way Man wins not but by sorrow—let him break The golden image with the feet of clay ! Let him despise That earthen vessel which the potter marr…
1898 · PDF PAGE 13
… oak, its sides were piled Of fearful wood Hewn from God’s forests, paid with sweat and tears and blood. IV. I crept, a stealthy, hungry soul, to grasp Its vast edge, to look out to the beyond ; To know. My eyes strained out, there was no bond, No continuity, no bridge to clasp, No pillars for the universe. Immond, Shapeless, unstayed, Nothing, Nothing, Nothing, Nothing ! I was afraid. 1 3
1898 · PDF PAGE 22
XXI. In every ecstasy exalt my heart ; Let every trance make loose and light the wings My soul must shake, ere her pure fabric springs Clothed in the secret dream-delights of Art Transcendent into air, the tomb of Things ; Let every kiss Melt on my lips to flame, fling back the gates of Dis ! XXII. Give me a master ! Not some learned priest Who by long toil and anguish has devised A train of mysteries, but some despised Young king of men, whose spirit is released From all the weariness, whose lips are prized By men not much— Ah ! let them only …
1898 · PDF PAGE 17
…-cheeked sea-breezes shame its spark ; Wan rainy winds of autumn on the dark Leafless and purple moors, that rage and lull With a damned soul’s despair, these leave their mark, Their brand of fire That burns the dross, that wings the heart to its desire. XII. No prostitution may be shunned by him Who would achieve this Heaven. No satyr-song, No maniac dance shall ply so fast the thong Of lust’s imagining perversely dim That no man’s spirit may keep pace, so strong Its pang must pierce ; Nor all the pains of hell may be one tithe as fierce. 1 7
1898 · PDF PAGE 28
…hed my lips and told me I was fair ; It was your wickedness my love to win. ( Baise la lourde crinière ! ) Your passion has destroyed my soul—what care If you desire me, and I hold you in My arms a little, and you love for lair My heavy hair ! It is a fatal web your fingers spin. ( Baise la lourde crinière ! ) Let our love end as other loves begin, Or, slay me at The Moment, unaware, Or, kiss in mutual death-pang, if you dare— Or one day I will strange you within My heavy hair !
1898 · PDF PAGE 7
…an tried all he could to calm me ; he thought I was mad ! The fool ! I was in the death struggle with self : God and Satan fought for my soul those three long hours. God conquered—now I have only one doubt left—which of the twain was God ? Howbeit, I aspire ! I