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LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 107 SCENE II. A year later. Vaughan's house in Mayfair. Peres bedroom. Moonlight streams through open window tn the corridor. Percy asleep. He dreams un- easily, and after a little wakes up with a start and @ Cry. PERCY. H! I had such a bad dream. I dreamt I was straining out after a beautiful bird, and suddenly it stopped, and then I held it in my hands, and it was happy, and then I dropped down somehow into the darkness and the bird had gone—only it got so con- fused, and I woke up. I hear steps! ESME [22 corridor]. Did …
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…cure. JEPHTHAH. A maiden shall be slain for many men. Surely, O people, and men of Israel, The prophecy is happy to the end. For see yon moon that creeps inviolate Against the corner of the mountains so, Slowly and gracefully to lighten us. So, ere three nights be gone, the course of heaven Shall be most monstrously o’erwhelmed for us Ere sundown, as for Joshua, and the moon, The maiden moon, be slain that we may see By the large-moveless sun to slay and slay, More utterly proud Ammon to consume. This is the omen. Shout for joy, my friends! But…
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…Children most delicately drest, Gold flowers and fair. The blue sea sparkles in the noon, At dusk is free, - At midnight does the sacred moon Embrace the sea. And on the land the woods are green, A wild bird’s note Shrills till the air trembles between His beak and throat. And up through blue and gold and black The shivering sound Rushes ; no echo murmurs back From sky or ground. In the loud agony of song The moon is still ; , The wind drops down the shore along ; Night hath her will.
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…nd Heaven is, always open to her eyes when she looks up, and she is so beautiful. Will it seem long, Esmé, till we kiss again beyond the moon there—it is the moon, isn’t it, come to see that Esme¢ is not too sad about my dying? Be kind to her ‘always, moon, when I am gone beyond you! You must finish my poem, Esmé; there is only a little todo. Kiss me the last time! Good-bye, my dear friends, I wish I could take your hands, but I am so weak. Kiss me, Esmé, quickly. I fee] the voice of God come like a shudder in my blood; I must goto Him. Esmé! E…
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… together. ESME, I cannot write; we will live our poem now together. PERCY. Dear heart, dear heart! And she will give us light, our dear moon out yonder, always a pure cold light: and our life shall answer a purer, warmer flame. She is like a maiden covered with lilies; your lilies have kissed roses, ESME. And when the moon’s light fails, the light of your song. PERCY. Let that light be drawn from Heaven too. ESME. Oh, Percy, I am so glad, so glad ! PERCY. Esmé ! ESME. When will you begin your great poem—now ? PERCY [as 2f tn pain). Ah! my poem…
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…d loose With the feet that softly trod In the vat the fairy god ; Never more our eyes shall swim, Looking to the ocean brim In the magic moon that rose Through the archipelagos, When the Grecian woods were wet With our dewy songs, that set Quivering all seas and snows, Stars and tender winds that fret Lily, lily, laughing rose, Sighing, sighing violet, Dusky pansy, swaying rush, And the stream that flows Singing, ringing softly: Hush! Listen to the bird that goes Wooing to the brown mate's bough ; Listen to the breeze that blows Over cape and v…
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…ically glimmering. Sweet bride to fond arms witha sigh | Strong arms to soft bosom are twining, The winds breathe more musically by, The moon has a rosier lining, Eveline! The stars grow more dim in the sky, The moon has a rosier lining.
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… my Heaven. O serene depths! O faultless face of my desire! O white brow too clear! I sin against your holiness by my presence. Only the moon should see you, Esmé. ESME [half in tears]. . You don’t mean like that, Percy, quite. Why do you say that? Enter Vaughan in shadow. He draws back and .Stands watching. PERCY. Oh, you are crying, my heart! Do you cry because I have spoken and touched with fire the sweet child- love we have lived in all this year? Or is it that you do not understand? Or are you sorry? Or are you glad? | ESME. I am very, ver…
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…poppies by still white water, Sunlight burns in her pure deep eyes, Love lights the tresses of Jephthah’s daughter ; Kissing rays of the moon have caught her, Rays of the moon that sleeps and sighs. JARED [aszde]. In our disgrace, behold! Our vengeance strikes. I am inspired with so profound a hate— He shall not triumph : in the very hour When his o’ermastering forehead tops the sky I strike him to the earth. I need not move. Silence—no more—and all accomplishes. Leviathan, how subtle is thy path! OE
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…lakes of living things That leapt for joy to feel The cold exultant keel Flash, and the white ship dip her woven wings ; Nights when the moon would hold Her lamp of whitest gold To see us on the poop together set With one desire, to be Alone upon the sea And touch soft hands, and hold white bosoms yet, And see in silent eyes More stars than all the skies Together hold within their limits gray, To watch the red lips move For slow delight of love Till the moon sigh and sink, and yield her sway Unto the eastern lord That draws a sanguine sword And…
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LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 201 Cool breeze sings to the glad fresh river, Stream sings back to the summer leaves, Little leaves in the moonlight shiver, Little nets that the moonlight weaves Round the limbs of a bough that cleaves Fast to the oak whose branches quiver With the kiss of the wind as its bosom heaves. Yonder, far by the gleaming border, Pale gold reaches of sunny sand Stretch their arms to the fierce marauder, The cold sweet sea with its iron hand Menacing all the fair fresh land, Where no tall cliff as a faithful warder, Guarding the c…
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…f childhood’s life: An English maiden must not weep To be a wife. So shall our love bridge space, and bring The tender breath Of sun and moon and stars that sing To gladden Death. I see your cheek grow pale and cold, Then flush above. Kiss me; I know that I behold The birth of Love.
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…ight gloom dim trees and sleepier rivers, Here where the bridge is thrown over the amber stream. | Chill is the ray that steals from the moon to the stream that whispers , Secret tales of its source, songs of its fountain-head. Here do I stand in the dusk ; like spectres mournfully moving | Wisps of the cloud-wreaths form, dissipate into the mist, | - Wrap me in shrouds of gray, chill me and make me shiver, Not with the Night alone, not with the sound of her wing, Yet with a sense of something vague and unearthly stalking (Step after step as I …
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…night, And a smile for the avenue shady, A kiss for the eyelashes bright, And a blush for the cheek of my lady, Eveline! A laugh for the moon and her spite, And a blush for the cheek of my lady! We'll tread where the daffodils shake And the primrose smiles up through her weeping, Where the daisies dip down to the lake, Where the wonderful thrushes are sleeping, Eveline! ' By the marge of the maze of the brake Where the wonderful thrushes are sleeping.
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LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 161 ODE TO POESY. NTO what likeness shall I liken thee, O moon-wrought maiden of my dewy sleep? For thou art Queen of Thoughts, and unto me Sister and Bride ; the worn earth’s echoes leap Because thy holy name is Poesy. Whereto art thou most like? Thou art a Dian, crescent o’er the sea That beats sonorous on the craggy shore, Or shakes the frail earth-dyke. So calm and still and far, that never more Thy silken song shall quiver through the land ; Only by coral isle, by lonely strand Where no man dwells, thy voice re-wakens…
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68 JEPHTHAH. Remembering He hath surely sworn : Toward the night, toward the dawn ! Behold the moon that fails above, The stars that pale before the sun! How far, those figures light as love - . That laughing to the mountains run! Behold the flames of hair that leap Above her forehead mild and deep! She turns to bless her people still : So, passes to the golden gate Where snow burns fragrant on the hill, Where for her step those fountains wait Of light and brilliance that shall rise To greet her beauty lover-wise. The silver west fades fast, th…
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…te-sand bay, And the sea waves swing to the noise of beeches Kissed by summer night winds at play, None may look through the silver-gray Moonlit haunts, where the sea-gull screeches, And the nightingale chants the woodland way. None may see where the leaves are parted, Where the nymph and the satyr hide, Where the lips of the tender-hearted Melt for languor and pout for pride, Where the birds of the night abide, Where the songs of the wood are started Under the moon on the green hill-side. Maidens white as the doves that hover Coyly hide on the…
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… that gladness wears To a rent uncouth attire Changed with cares ; Happy songs our love had made Ere the sun had sunk his fire, - In the moonrise fall and fade, And the dregs of our desire Fall away to death ; Tears divide our labouring breath That our sister—O our sister ! Moon and sun and stars have kissed her She must touch the lips of death, Touch the lips whose coldness saith : Thou art clay. Let us fare away, away To the ice whose ocean gray Tumbles on the beach of rock, Where the wheeling vultures mock Our distress with horrid cries, Whe…
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…hite diaphanous attire Floats like a spirit pale and fair ; The dance is woven of the breeze, the tune Is like the ocean silvered by the moon. Behold the maidens following, And every one is like a flower, Or like an ewe lamb of the king That comes from water at the hour Of even. See, the dancers swing Their censers ; see, their tresses shower 53
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82 MYSTERIES : Flash, and not see a flower, but say the moon Has shone too soon Anxious to great Endymion; and this Most dainty kiss They cover him withal, and Dian sees Through all the trees No pink pale blossom of his tender lips. The little ships Of silver leaf and briar-bloom sail here, No storm to fear — Though butterflies be all their mariners. The whitethroat stirs The beech-leaves to awake the tiny breeze That soothes the seas, And yet gives breath to shake their fairy sails; Young nightingales, a Far through the golden plumage of the n…