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Page 1 of 11903 · PDF PAGE 109
THE FORTY-SEVENTH DAY “ Thou ever young, fresh, lov’d, and delicate wooer.” Timon of Athens. The little money that we had to spend Was gone long since : the little more I stole Followed : I pledged than all things but my soul (On which the usurers refused to lend) To raise our utmost, till a ship should send Much plenty from the Sunset : to control And stop her yet a little while, the whole I meant to waste before the week should end. Thus we went Northward to the capital, Desolate huts and ways funereal, An hateful town ; earthquake and heat a…
1903 · PDF PAGE 7
…the gloom which lay beyond. On a bed, in that half-fathomed twilight, big with the scent of joss-sticks smouldering in a saucer before a little bronze Buddha-rupa, lay a man, still young, the traces of rare beauty in his face, though worn with suffering and horrid with a week’s growth of beard. He was murmuring over to himself some words which I could not catch, but my entrance, though he did not notice me, seemed to rouse him a little. iv
1903 · PDF PAGE 46
… pain, And trust the Future to write all things plain, Graven on brass with predestined pen. This is the doom. Upon the blind blue sky A little cloud, no larger than an hand ! Whether I live and love, or love and die, I care not : either way I understand. To me—to live is Christ ; to die is gain : For I, I also, I shall come again. 24
1903 · PDF PAGE 61
…ft question murmured “ Love you—whom ?” The deepening rose ; the heart’s pulse quickening ; The fear ; the increasing ecstasy of this— A little cloud lifted a sombre wing Shadowing our secret breath from Artemis— Breasts met and arms enclosed, and all the spring Grew into summer with the first long kiss. 41
1903 · PDF PAGE 86
…l mind ! We are alone to-day on the strange sea, Divider of the dawn’s divinity From sunset’s splendour : our eternal noon Of love recks little of eternity— And though the moon is dying, ourselves may swoon, One deathless shape of the large-breasted moon. 66
1903 · PDF PAGE 84
Yet the twin faces, like Madonnas, meeting, Fear and draw back and gaze a little space ; Fear, lest they lose the moonlight frail and fleeting, Lose their own beauty in their own embrace, But feel how gladdening hearts and bosoms beating Kindle the face . . . . . . . . But not for long shall lilies strive with roses, Nor fear be fearful, nor delight repose, Nor love retire ; the woodland cleaves and closes Round heads an aureole hides, a rainbow shows. A swifter shape of fire cleaves us, encloses Rosebud and rose. . . . . . . . Mouth unto mouth…
1903 · PDF PAGE 89
…in this way : then that stubborn stone My heart grew tears : we were good friends again. Therefore at night I added nothing new : Only a little while I lay with her And with mere kisses sucked her soul away, And made my banquet of immortal dew, Demanding nothing but to minister To her desire until the dawn grew grey. 69
1903 · PDF PAGE 12
He seemed to forget me altogether. “ Namo tassa Bhagavato arahato sammasam- buddhasa,” he murmured, turning to his little black Buddha-rupa. There was a calm like unto—might I say, an afterwards ? “ There is an end of joy and sorrow, Peace all day long, all night, all morrow,” he began drowsily. A shrill voice rose in a great curse. The hoarse anger of drunken harlotry snarled back. “ Not a drop more,” shouted my friend, adding many things*. It was time for my return. “ I will let them know,” I whispered. “ Good- bye.” “ ‘ There is not one thin…
1903 · PDF PAGE 108
…get Young comfort in a babe beyond belief. God would not curse and bless us to such measure ; We were not sad enough nor glad enough ! A little time of misery and pleasure ; Pain strangling half the ecstasy thereof— Such all our gain, who gained the utmost treasure, Gift of the wizard wand and cup of love. 88
1903 · PDF PAGE 6
…Raven-Hill, her looks of fire turned my friend’s silky and insipid moustache into a veritable Burning Bush. But puppy endearments are of little interest to one who has just done his duty by No. 9 in distant Yoshi- wara ; so turned to the conversation of our dirty old Irish hostess, who, being drunk, grew more so, and exceedingly entertaining. Of the central forces which sway mankind, her knowledge was more comprehensive than conven- tional. For thirty years she had earned her bread in the capacity of a Japanese Mrs. Warren ; but having played w…