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LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 165 For at the end, beyond the bitter brine, A fountain of sweet water! And thine arms Embrace me, and thy kiss Is ever on my lips, and all thy charms Burn in my blood till pain itself grows sweet, Reluctant sorrow and quick passion meet ; We two one day will kneel in Heaven and touch God’s feet.
…IC. 87 And see myself no longer in her eyes So perfectly as here, where passion lies Buried and re-arisen and complete. O happy life too sweet, too perfect sweet, O happy love too perfectly made one Not to arouse the envy of the sun Who sulks six months for spite of it! O love, Too pure and fond for those pale gods above, Too perfect for their iron rods to break, Arise, awake, and die for death’s own sake That one forgetfulness may take us three, Still three, still one, to the Lethean sea, That all its waters may be sweet as those We wandered b…
…ow, 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.
MYSTERIES: The English lily is a bloom Too cold and sweet ; One might say—in the twilight gloom A maiden’s feet. Silent and slim and delicate The flower shall spring, Till there be born immaculate A fair new thing. Tall as the mother-lily, still By faint winds swayed ; Tender and pure, without a will— An English maid. No tree of poison, at whose feet All men lie dead ; No well of death, whose waters sweet Are tinged with red. No hideous impassioned queen For whom love dies ; No warm imperious Messaline That slew with sighs. Fiercer desires may …
…nal Hopc. And yet—perhaps to-morrow Response and joy and tears ; A respite unto sorrow, A putting-by of fears. A hope and a beginning Of sweet long days of sinning, While graying hairs and thinning Mark the unnoticed years. A time for song and laughter, And tender tears that fall ; A time to think of after, One long sweet festival ; A time for love and gladness, For life and hope and madness, And scarce a tinge of sadness To sanctify it all. Then we may yet, together, Indwell the land of bliss ; In blue unclouded weather By some new Salmacis. A…
212 MYSTERIES: Ah! the sweet scents of the woods ! Ah! the sweet sounds of the heaven! Sights of impetuous floods, Foam like the daisy at even, Folding o’er passionate gold petals that sunrise had riven! See, like my life is the stream Now its desire is grown quiet; Life was a passionate dream Once, when light fancy ran riot, Now, ere youth fades, flows in peace past woody bank and green eyot. Highest, white heather and rock, Mountain and pine, with young laughter, Breezes that murmur and mock Duller delights to come after, Wild as a swallow th…
… the sapphires of heaven, Eveline ! For the bride of the mystical hour, Its roof-tree the sapphires of heaven ! With songsters the heavy sweet air Is trembling and sighing and shimmering, With meteors magically fair The sky is ecstatically glimmering, Eveline ! With splendour and subtlety rare The sky is ecstatically 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.
…. 137 The joys thy song createth No languorous spirit sateth, Nor things that are or were, Nor death, nor sorrows fated, May leave their sweet abated, With thy bright spirit mated, White warden of the air.
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.
…ts 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 coast from its wrath, may stand. Arrows born of the sunlight gleam Through the temperate world of spring, Air moves up in a sweet hot steam, Where the birds in the wheatfields sing; She the queen, and our love the king, Rule the world, and our banners stream Gold and green where the vine-leaves…
…s I would meet, Lay my life’s burden at his silver feet, Have him give ear if I say “ Master.” Yea! I know no heaven, no honour, half so sweet ! He passed before. me on the wheel of Time, He who knows no Time—the intense sublime Master of all philosophy and play, Lord of all love and music and sweet rhyme. Follow thou him! Work ever, if thy heart Be fervent with one hope, thy brain with art, | Thy lips with song, thine arm with strength to smite : Achieve some act; its name shall not depart. Christ laid Love’s corner-stone, and Cesar built The …
…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.
…outh We see the sun close fast upon the sea; So, my own heart, thy mouth must close on me. Art thou awake? Those eyes of wondering love, Sweet as the dawn and softer than the dove, Seek no quick vision—yet they move to me And, slowly, to the child. How still are we! Yes, and a smile betokens that they wake Or dream a waking dream for kisses’ sake; Yes, I will touch thee, O my low sweet brow! My wife, thy lips to mine—yes, kiss me now!
…e 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 on her breast, As if a touch might stir the sunny nest, Break the spell’s power, and bid the spirit fly Who had come near to dwell with us. But I Bend through long hours above the dear twin life, Look from love’s guerdon to the lover-wife, And back agai…
…, contemplative, tragic, As men may laugh or sigh, As men may love or sorrow, Their moods thy music borrow To bid them live or die. | So sweet, so sad, so lonely, In silent noontide only Thy song-wings float and lie On cloud-foam scarred and riven By God’s red lightnings shriven, And quiet hours are given To him that lingers nigh. Fain would I linger near thee Amid the poppies red, Forget this world, and hear thee As one among the dead, Amid the daffadillies, Red tulips and white lilies, Where daisies’ tears are shed
…hite seas touch the gold, And flame like flowers of fire about the prow. It is the hour for sleep, Lulled by the moveless deep To sleep, sweet wife, to sleep! Yes, kiss me now!
…ah! SEMICHORUS OF MAIDENS II. Forth, maidens, with your hands White with new lilies ! Forth, maidens, in bright bands, Virgins whose one sweet will is To sing the victory of our God in all sky-girdled lands! Elohim! SEMICHORUS I. With dancing feet, and noise Of timbrels smitten, With tears and tender joys, With songs unwritten, With music many-mouthed, with robes in snowy equipoise. Jephthah!
…c breaks the light O’er the pale globe. The dawn is here, and on the sands Where sun first flames, I gather lilies from all lands Of sad sweet names. The Lesbian lily is of white Stained through with blood, : Swayed with the stream, a wayward light Upon the flood. The Spartan lily is of blue, With green leaves fresh ; Apollo glints his crimson through The azure mesh. The English lily is of white, All white.and clean. “There plays a tender flame of light Her flowers between. 195°
… 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 that kissed dead Sappho sings Of strange dark things— Shapes of bright breasts that purple as the sun Grows dark and dun, Of pallid lips more haggard for the kiss Of Salmacis, 77
…ill with its lips, and _ God is above them and sees they are good : Night flings from her forehead the purple-black hood. The thicket is sweet with the breath of the breeze made soft by the kisses of slumbering maids ; The nymph and the satyr, the fair and the faulty alike are the guests of these amorous shades ; ‘The hour of Love flickers and falters and fades. Oh, listen, my love, to the song of the brook, its murmurs and cadences, trills and low chords ; Hark to its silence, that prelude of wonder ringing at last like the clamour of swords T…