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…Is and was ever and must be again. .There is no death! Ah! that is misery! For this, Lord Christ, is it that thou wouldst be, Thou yesterday, to-day, and thou to-morrow? The mystery of this our life is sorrow. BO
…”; F. cocks his eye warily, and asks if it is not meant for “Mary Magdalene”; G. votes for “The Beetle-Crusher and his Muse,” and so on, day after day, till Z. comes round and recognizes it for Balzac. Rodin shakes him warmly by both hands: Balzac it is for all time—and one ceases to wonder that it was rejected! Now, of course, this paper pellet is in any case very wide of its mark. Rodin can easily sculp himself a tabernacle and go in with Whistler—and even drag in Velasquez: but here am I illustrating, however feebly, the Works, eootry: and p…
REVEIL D’ADONIS? DONIS, awake, it is day; it is spring! It is dawn on the lea, it is light on the lake! The fawn ’s in the bush and the bird ’s on the wing! Adonis, awake! Adonis, awake! We are colour and song And form, we are Muses most tender to take Thy life up to Art that was lost over long. Adonis, awake! Adonis, awake! thou hast risen above The fear in the forest, the brute in the brake. | Thou art sacred to shrines that are higher than Love! Adonis, awake! 1 Properly the sequel to Mort d’ Adonis on p. 62. 30
W. E. HENLEY (AT WOKING) LOISTRAL seclusion of the galleried pines Is mine to-day: these groves are fit for Pan— O rich with Bacchic frenzy and his wine’s Atonement for the infinite woe of man! Is there no God of Vital Art to dwell Serene, enshrined, incensed, adored of us? Were not a cemetery His citadel? His treasure-house some barred sarcophagus? And here his mighty and reverend high-priest Bade me good cheer, an eager acolyte, Poured the high wine, unveiled the mystic feast ;— Swooped the plumed anguish of inveterate night; Devouring tortur…
…ls thy face; magnificence! no less. Ay! thou shalt drink the hemlock; thou shalt suffer And die for self respect, for love of others! To-day are men indissolubly brothers? Is my life smoother than the Greek’s or rougher? The Greek at least shall stead me in my craft. Crucify Crowley! Nay, my friends! the draught. 66
…ere, the orient oval of the dawn. Light’s graven old cartouche is sealed upon the forest: ‘groves are gray With filtered glamours of the day, the steely ray flung off his shield. She kneels, yon spirit of the earth; she kneels and looks toward the east. In her gray eyes awakes the beast from slumber into druid mirth. She is amazed, she eager, she, exotic orchid of the glade! She waits the ripe, exultant blade, life tempered by eternity. 40
EPERVIER ET COLOMBE HEN, at the awful Judgment-day, God stands Shrunken and shaking at my gaze, before My hollow seat of agony, it may be He shall discover me the great excuse For an ill world ill shapen by ill hands, For unit joy and misery ten score, For all his work’s complaint; I think that He, Twitching His fearful fingers, may let loose This answer: Thus a kiss I brought to being Which by no other way were possible. Measure, O man! Balance with eyes true seeing If I were right or no to have made Hell! Then would He stand forgiven—nay! acq…
Let day, a glowing vigour, male; And night, a virgin bowed and curled, Stand at the foot; their ardours pale Systole and diastole of the world! With life impearled (their eyes absorb) They visibly sustain the orb. Then let the tower in seven tiers Rise in its splendour marmorean, Unite the chill divided years In plain perception of the aeon. Cry clear the paean! Its tunes recoil About thy flanks, O Tower of Toil. Below be miners fashioned fair, And all that labour in the sea Sepulchred from the ambient air, A fatal weird of dole to dree. No tim…