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LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 177 Love, love to-night. To-night is all we know, Is all our care; lips joined to lips we lie, Tender hands touching, hearts in tune to die, With willing kiss reluctant to let go; So sweet love’s last enduring sigh For sleep, so sure, so slow. Sleep, sleep to-night. Our arms are intertwined, Breath desires breath and hand imprisons hand, Breezes cool faces, rosy with the brand Of long sweet kisses; sun shall dawn and find Two lovers who have passed the land Of sleep—and found Death kind.
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… empty ground. She goes, our sorrow’s sacrifice, Our lamb, our firstling, frail and white, With large sweet love-illumined eyes Into the night, into the night. The throne of night shall be withdrawn ; So moveth she toward the dawn. All peoples and all kings that move By love and sacrifice inspired In light and holiness and love, And seek some end of God desired, Pass, though they seem to sink in night, To dawns more perdurably bright. So priest and people join to praise The secret wisdom of the Lord, Awaiting the arisen rays That smite through …
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LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. IT. THE FLIGHT. IFT up thine eyes! for night is shed around, As light profound, : And visible as snow on steepled hills, Where silence fills The shaded hollows: night, a royal queen Most dimly seen Through silken curtains that bedeck the bed. Lift up thine head ! For night is here, a dragon, to devour The slow sweet hour Filled with all smoke of incense, and the praise More loud than day’s That swings its barren censer in the sky, And asks to die > Because the sea will hear no hollow moan Beyond its own, Because the sea th…
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… would not weep with these ; I dare not stay, Lest I weep louder than them all. Fare well, My father, O my father! I am passing Into the night. Remember me as drawn Into the night toward the golden dawn. [Exeunt Adulah and Maidens. CHORUS. Toward the mountains and the night The fairest of all Israel go, Toward the hollows weird and white, Toward the sorrow of the snow ; To desolation black and blind They move, and leave us death behind. The Lord is great, the Lord is wise Within His temple to foresee
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…L AND DRAMATIC. So, birds, are you shy to awake Your voices to laughter-tuned numbers ? So, sun, do you tremble to shake The dews of the night from our slumbers ? Eveline! So, breeze, too reluctant to take The dews of the night from our slumbers? Light breaks, and the breezes caress Cool limbs and soft eyes and fair faces ; The nightingales carol to bless The dawn of our nuptial embraces, Eveline! The woods wear a lovelier dress In the dawn of our nuptial embraces! 185
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…RUS OF ELDERS. When the countenance fair of the morning And the lusty bright limbs of the day Race far through the west for a warning Of night that is evil and gray, When the light by the southward is dwindled, And the clouds as for sleep are unfurled, The moon in the east is rekindled, The hope of the passionate world. The stars for a token of glory Flash fire in the eyes of the night, And the holy immaculate story Of Heaven is flushed into light. For the night has a whisper to wake us, And the sunset a blossom to kiss, And the silences secret…
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… the woods where the ocean reaches Up to the walls of a white-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-si…
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…d all the lights of heaven to window it. [Esmés eyes open.] Esmé! you must wake up and kiss father! ESME [half awake}. He sang to me all night, not his voice only, but a deeper voice that I understood so well as I never understood, a voice like his poem, only more beautiful even than that, and I can’t remember one word, only that he kissed me all the night; and there was as it were a vapour, an incense- cloud, about me, and I could not see—and I am so happy. VAUGHAN. Esmé, I am here, your father. ESME, Ah! it comes back. He is dead. Oh, God! Oh…
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202 MYSTERIES: Fragrant blooms of fruitless kisses, Clear and sweet as the stars of night; In our Eden no serpent hisses; Time and the gods have lost their spite; Sleep descends with her tender might; Love goes down into sleep’s abysses, Lapped in its waves of moving light.
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LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 205 The wild night through in the devouring storm, Glistens with dew made sharp and bright with cold, — And no north wind may drive us to the warm Long-looked-for lands where day, with plumes of gold, Flaps like a lazy eagle in the air, Where night, a bird of prey divinely bold, Wings through the sky, intangible but fair, And pale with subtle passion ; and no wind Turns our prow southward, till the canvas bear No more up into it, but still behind Follow like flame, and lead our love along Into the valleys of the ocean, bli…
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208 MYSTERIES: When the feast turned to death for us; we reck Nothing to-night of all that past despair : Only to-night I watch your curving neck, And play with all the kisses of your hair, And feel your weight, as if you were to be Always and always—O my queen, how rare Your lips’ perfume; like lilies on the sea Your white breasts glimmer; let us wait awhile. There is no breeze to drive us down to lee On the cold rocks of yonder icy isle, And your sire’s passion must forget the chase As I forget, the moment that you smile, And sea and sky are …
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150 MYSTERIES: Fill to the brim with lustrous dew, nor fail To leave the blossom and the nightingale, Love’s earlier kiss, and manhood’s glowing prime, These us suffice. Shall manfor Fate prevail? Lo, we are blind, and dubious fingers grope In Despair’s dungeon for the key of Hope ; Lo, we are chained, and with a broken rhyme Would file our fetters and enlarge our scope. Yet ants may move the mountain ; none is small But he who stretches out no arm at all; Toadstools have wrecked fair cities in a night, One poet’s song may bid a kingdom fall. A…
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…y to me there, And as I went like death away I wist _Its savour faded, nor my soul aware. I turned and went away, away, away, Out of the night that was to me the day, And_rode to meet the sun to hide in light The sorrow of the day that was the night. So I rode slowly in the morning gray, And all the meadows with the frost -were white. And lo! between the mountains there uprose The winter sun; and all the forest glows, And the frost burns like fire before my eyes, While the white breeze awoke with slumberous sighs And stirred the branches of the…
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a4 MYSTERIES: I have had hope in the spring— Trust that the God who has given Flowers, and the thrushes that sing Dawnwards all night, and at even Year after year, will be true now we are speaking of heaven. Breezes caress me and creep Over the world to admire it; Sweet air shall sigh me to sleep, Softly my lips shall respire it, Lying half-closed with a kiss ready for who shall desire it.
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…pty caves In vain, no faster wheels the moon above, And still reluctant fly the hours of love. It is so peaceful in the castle: here The night of winter never froze a tear On my love’s cheek or mine; no sorrow came To track our vessel by its wake of flame Wherein the dolphin bathed his shining side ; No smallest cloud between me and my bride Came like a little mist ; one tender fear, Too sweet to speak of, closed the dying year With love more perfect, for its purple root Might blossom outward to the snowy fruit Whose bloom to-night lay sleeping…
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LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 219 On golden wheels Eternity Revolves in Night. The island peoples are too proud and free And full of might . To care for time or space, but glorious wend A royal path of flowers to the end. I pray thee, God, to weapon me With this keen fire, That I may set this people free As my desire ; That the white lilies of our liberty Grow on Life’s crags still higher, Till on the loftiest peaks their blossom flower, The rampart of a people and their power.
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…ast The sunbeams bear 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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…nderlies it. VAUGHAN. [Durning to the young man.] ND you—what are you doing here? Excuse my rudeness—you seem so sad. PERCY. I am sad to-night. I am very lonely in this place. VAUGHAN. There are plenty of people about. PERCY. People—mere shells, husks of the golden wheat that might grow even here. VAUGHAN. Why do you stay here?
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… must write, write always. FRIEND [aside to Vaughan). Ii me semble qu’il a faim. PERCY. I am hungry for a little love, a little pity. To-night you have shown me your soul, and I am not hungry any more. VAUGHAN. | But, boy, you are starving physically. Come home with me and have some dinner. Only my daughter will be there. PERCY, You are very kind. Thank you. FRIEND [aside]. He is a gentleman. VAUGHAN. But what are you doing to be alone in London ?
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178 MYSTERIES: MAN’S HOPE. kK * fades the last red glimmer of the sun, Ere day is night, when on the glittering bar The waves are foaming rubies, and afar Streaks of red water, gold on th’ horizon, On summer ripples rhythmically run, Ere dusk is weaned, there sails on silver car From the expectant East, the Evening Star, And all the threads of sorrow are unspun. So He who ordered this shall still work thus, And ere life’s lamp shall flicker into death, And Time lose all his empire over us, A gleam of Hope, of Knowledge, shall arise, A star to s…