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…stly robe ; Bewildered wills and faiths grown old and rotten And deeds undared his sceptre, sword, and globe. Keep us, O Mary maid, What time the King-Ghost goes arrayed ! The Hell-Wind whistles through his plume- less pinions ; Clanks all that melancholy host of bones ; Fate’s principalities and Death’s dominions Echo the drear discord, the tuneless tones. Keep us, dear God, from ill, What time the Hell-Wind whistles shrill. The King-Ghost hath no music but their rattling; No scent but death’s grown faint and fugitive; No light but this their …
1907 · PDF PAGE 158
…s nor counted nor reckoned ! Inconceivable hollow, Eternity’s womb! Cataclysmal they follow, Tomb hidden in tomb. Keeled off and unspun, Time’s fashion is done In the ultimate Abysses of fate. ‘Kons they swallow, And swamp in the gloom, Where Eternities follow Their biers to their tomb. ORPHEUS. O Mother, O hollow Sweet heart of the moon ! O matchless Apollo That granted the tune ! Time’s children follow The strings that commune With Nature well cloven that comes to the lyre’s lilt silver-hewn. O bays of the wind, And shoreland of Thrace! O bea…
1907 · PDF PAGE 156
…ven sweet strings ! Advance and rebound ! Be your. pomp as a king’s ! Girdled around With seasons and stings As a serpent’s encompassing Time. forth ! on the heavy grey wings! Come Ye arbiter lords That sit as for doom, Bright splendour of swords Leaps forth in your gloom ! But stronger my chords Shall lift in your womb The love of your passage and time, imme- morial ages, your tomb. | Ye linger for long, But ye pass and are done: But I, my sweet song Outliveth the sun ! Ye are many and strong; I am stronger, and one ! Come forth! I invoke ye, …
1907 · PDF PAGE 190
…for his form of error and of terror. But I perceive, I Orpheus, Lord of Song, And every Lord of Song that me shall follow Down steeps of time’s own agony and wrong, Shall see the lightning bridge the dreadful hollow With jagged flame of master-music, hear The blind curse thunder forth against in vain When the swift glory of the rolling sphere Of song pours forth its utterance, keen with pain, Mad with delight, and calm beyond woe and pleasure. Yea, every son of this my soul shall know In the swift concourse of his music’s measure One thing impa…
1907 · PDF PAGE 122
… Rodin discerned. We see the eagle-eyed Glory of echoing kisses ; hear the sound Of glutted raptures break in the profound, The abyss of time: upsurge the dead. Why hide Thy sorrowful god’s brow, O sculptor, mage, Child of eternity, father of an age? Thou hast seen, thou hast showed, that as it was on earth So shall it be in resurrection birth. The cycle of weariness and passionate pain 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 t…
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…ike love-—who knows? One follows till one’s eyes are dim My little lady light 0’ limb. LAGE D’ATIRAIN. FRESH in the savage vivour of the time, The golden youth stands in the golden prime, Erect, acute, astrain. We look and long For those bronze lips to blossom into song. He is silent. We reflect. Ourselves grown old Yearn somewhat toward that sensuous glow of gold. All this is folly. Rodin made him so, Evoked the strength, the goodliness, the glow. The form is little: in the mind there dwells Force to avail the childish heart that swells With a…
1907 · PDF PAGE 157
…rawing tremorous breath, He gasps and stumbles in the pit of death. Of worlds—I invoke ye! ORPHEUS. O girded and spanned By the deeds of time, Rocks shattered and planned In your depth: where climb The race and the Jand, And the growth sublime centuries! Come to the rhyme! THE CENTURIES. How hardly a man Come forth, ye Though his strength were as spring’s Shall stretch out his span To the width of my wings ! The years are enfolden In my bosom golden, My periods Are the hours of the Gods. They have their plan In my seasons; all things Are woven …
1907 · PDF PAGE 113
…nd bleak ravines Unto these weary and untrodden regions Where man lies penned among his Might- have-beens. Keep us in safety, Lord, What time the King-Ghost is abroad ! The King-Ghost from his grey malefic slumbers Awakes the malice of his bloodless brain. He marshals the innumerable numbers Of shrieking shapes on the sepulchral plain. Keep us, for Jesu’s sake, What time the King-Ghost is awake !
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…e voice of my voices Uncalled and unheard, No song that rejoices OF beast or of bird, No sound of my children sublime, But the spirit of time. Fear is his name, Nor flickers nor dies His blackening flame. Beware, were thou wise ! Not him shalt thou hail from the dusk with thy breath ; His name—it is Death! My seasons and years, Shalt thou traffic with these? Art thou Fate? Are her shears Asleep or at ease? Though Time were no more than the shape of thy glass— Beware ! let him pass ! ORPHEUS. Not these do I fear, O Earth, for their peace. I cry …
1907 · PDF PAGE 191
…phet in my strain, And certain comfort in my mighty voice. For this shall be, that in the utter end Shall be an end, that in the vast of time Shall come a ceasing, and the steel bar bend Of the God’s will, himself from his sublime Pinnacled house in heaven headlong cast Like his own thunder to the abyss of nought When space and time and being shall be past, And the grim thinker perish with his thought. Therefore I leave in hands unshakable The destinies of being, and care not For all the miseries of the damned in hell, Or the vain gods’ unenvia…
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…an help forgiving? So Said some French thinker! Here’s a drench Of verse unquestionably French To follow ! so, while youth is youth, And time is time, and I am I, Too busy with my work to lie, Or love lie’s prize—or work’s, forsooth !— Too strong to care which way may go The ensuing history of woe, Though I were jaw, and you were tooth ; So, more concerned with seeking sense Than worried over consequence, I'll speak, and you shall hear, the truth. 1 ‘*Comprendre, c’est pardonner.” —MME. DE STAEL., VI. TRUTH, like old Gaul, is split in three.? A…
1907 · PDF PAGE 170
…green flower-lighted turf, and leap Into my body’s kisses, into sleep :— Sweeter this latter bridal than we found The first, now lost in time’s eternal deep. It is not cruel if the ripe fruit fall— But never an elegy funereal Wept for untimely burial, but cried Aloud against the Fates, forebore to call In pity or passion on the Gods of peace ; But cursed, but wailed, nor bade its sharp tongue cease Until the lightning spat, sharp to divide Bone from its marrow for their blasphemies ! So I should curse, unless indeed my grief Be not too great to…
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…fatigues To build another stupid soul For fools to call another world ? Where then thy fame, O soul sublime? Where then thy victory over Time? VI. Wilt thou seek deeper than the fact? Take refuge in a city of mind? Build thee an house, and call it heaven? Rush on! there foams the cataract, Blind steersman leader of the blind, Sole devil herald of the seven Thy garnished halls should house, O Christ, Thou being dead, thou sacrificed VII. Not for atonement, not for bliss ; Truly for nothing : so it was. Nay, friends, think well! the dream ! Seek …
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…my life, Answer if thou canst from the unsullied place, Unveiling fur one star-wink thy bright face ! Did we leave then, once cognisant, Time for some Fear to implant His poison? Did we hesitate ? Leave but one little chance to Fate? For one swift second did we wait? There is no need to answer : God is God, A jealous God and evil ; with His rod He smiteth fair and foul, and with His sword Divideth tiniest atoms of intangible time, That men may know he is the Lord. Then, with that sharp division, Did He divide our wit sublime? Our knowledge brin…
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…inketh. Yes? XXIX. So, love, not thus for you and me! And if Iam man, no more, expect T shall remain so, till, maybe, The anatomist, old Time, dissect Me, nerve from flesh, and bone from bone, And raise me spiritual, changed In all but love for you, my own ; The little matter rearranged, The little mind refigured. This Alone I hope or think to keep :— The love I bear you, and the kiss Too soft to call the breath of sleep. And, if you are woman, even there I do decline: we stand above. I ask not, and will take no share With you in what mankind c…
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…vision laughterless! O shadowy tale! O brain that halts before its thought for- gotten! Once all ye knew me—ere the earth grew pale, And Time began, and all its fruit lay rotten, Once, when thou knewest me indeed, and fed At these strong breasts—Ah! but the days are dead ! Now, in the dusty corridors of Time, I am forgotten: Gaian 1! language falters IfI would teach thee half an hint sublime Shed of the rayless fire upon my altars. Vain are the light and laughter of man’s rime, Vain the large hymns, and soaring songs and psalters ! My face, my …
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… have seen the eternal Gods Sit, star-wed, in old Egypt by the Nile; The same calm pose, the inscrutable, wan smile, On every lip alike. Time hath not had his will to strike At them; they abide, they pass through all. Though their most ancient names may fall, They stir not nor are weary of Life, for with them, even as with us, Life is but Love. They know, weknow; let, then, the writing go! That, in the very deed, we do not know. 14. It may be in the centuries of our life Since we were man and wife There stirs some incarnation of that love. Some…
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…o the above. Even as the bright coilsof the emerald adder Climb one by one in glory of sunlight, climb My children to me up the steep of Time. Iam: before me all the years are dead, And all the fiery locks of sunrise woven Into the gold and scarlet of my head: In me all skies and seas are shaken and cloven : All life and light and love about me shed Begotten in me, in my moving moven, Are as my tears: all worlds that ever swam As dew of kisses on my lips: I am. But thou, chief lover, in whose golden heart The melody and music lifts its pean, Wh…
1907 · PDF PAGE 226
…ourished, was content to assimilate Paganism, never attacking it until its own life had been sapped by the _ insidious heresies of Paul. Time passed by, and they bullied Manes and Cerinthus; history repeated itself until it almost knew itself by heart ; finally, at the present day, some hireling parasites of the decaying faith—at once the origin and the product of that decay—endeavour to take advantage of the ‘‘Greek movement” or the ‘‘ Neo-pagan revival” in the vain hope of diverting the public attention from the phalanx of Rationalism—traitor…
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CONTENTS 125 Str. 6 Orpheus in alternate invocation, Ant. 6 Time— Semichorus «° The Hours. B® The Seasons— Semichorus «6 Spring. - B® Summer. ” y® Autumn, » 66 Winter. Semichorus y® The Years. » 6° The Lustres. Spint In harmony Water | developing Earth the five- Fire fold idea. Semichorus «© The Centuries. a’ Centuries 87 Mahakalpas y’ Manwantaras 5? Eternity Semichorus | Str, y Orpheus Ant. y Death— (Suppressed antistrophe, Death being silent. His reply is really given in Books II., III., IV.) Parabasis : The Poet. Epode : Nature. BOOK II. Orp…