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For, mark you! babes are ware of wiser things, And hold more arcane matters in their mild Cabochon eyes than men are ware of yet. Therefore have poets, lest they should forget, Likened the little sages unto kings. But look! the baby whispers—hush! Nay! nay! We shall disturb them loving—come away! 24
…ws. So swift the air she seems to skim One’s senses dazzle; wonder glows Warm in one’s veins like love—who knows? One follows till one’s eyes are dim My little lady light o’ limb. 38
…e Master, vivid. Far, affrighted, The stunned air shudders on the skin. In vain The Master of “ La Comedie Humaine” Shadows the deep-set eyes, genius-lighted. Epithalamia, birth-songs, epitaphs, Are written in the mystery of his lips. Sad wisdom, scornful shame, grand agony In the coffin-folds of the cloak, scarred mountains, lie, And pity hides i’ th’ heart. Grim knowledge grips The essential manhood. Balzac stands, and laughs. 63
NABUCHADNOSOR ENSELESS the eyes: the brow bereft of sense. J Hunger is on the throne of pride; and naught Fills the gray battlefield of ancient thought, The market places of intelligence, Save need and greed; whose royal words incense The jealous God of Israel is distraught. No jewels in the casket nobly wrought. The shrine is grand; the god is ravished thence. On clawing hands and hardened knees the King Exists, no more; is it a little thing? King Demos, hear my parable! We pass, We poets, see you grovel at our feet, Despise our love, and tend…
… the riven rim, Lost beyond hope; and she, her sighs upswell, And sorrow shakes her: shame’s oblivious hell Burns round her body: in her eyes there swim Tears of deep joy, deep anguish; love's first hymn Is choral in her ear’s young miracle. She knows the utmost now: what waters white She held from heaven’s crystal fountains; flight Of what celestial birds struck down:—Ah me! What god or demigod hath struck remorse Into that close-crouched, cold, and desolate corse, Wailing her violate virginity ? SY / I
… 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
…in the steady, continuous throe, Shall beauty avail thee, Caryatid? Thou wast proud of thy beauty: the burden of beauty was hid From thy eyes: how is’t now with thee, now? By the sweat dropping slow From the brows of thy anguish, we see what the weight of it did To the patient despair of the brain. Shall no God strike a blow? Shall no hero be found the unbearable burden to rid ? And if these be extinct—'tis a fiend that laughs eager and low: “Shall beauty avail thee, Caryatid ?” 22
…ar beyond a rime to trace. What shall they say? For secret we Have held our love, and holy. Splendour Of light, and music of the sea And eyes and heart serene and tender, With kisses mingled utterly. These were our ways. And who shall know? What warrior bard our nuptial glories Shall sing? Historic shall we go Down through our country’s golden stories? Shall lovers whisper ‘Even so 26
…ful 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! acquitted! I, as I look on this tight coil of bliss, Swift clasp of Rodin’s magical mind love-witted, See all creation fade; abide, one kiss. Then to my own soul’s bow this shaft be fitted; Thank God for all, seeing that all is this! 33 F
…nd 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 time to be, no light to live, Earth’s…