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… Because the sacred lips of both Are met to kiss the last good-bye, Because sweet glances weep for ruth That we must part, and love must die. Remembrance of love’s long delights Is to remember sighs and tears, Yet I will think upon the nights I whispered into passionate ears The fond desires, the sweet faint fears. My lover’s limbs of lissome white Gleamed in the darkness and strange light, The wondrous orbs voluptuously Bent on me all unearthly bright : But we must part, and love must die.
1898 · PDF PAGE 53
… and, for Venus’ temple, round, A garden of wild thyme whose eye My sword shall piece, and never wound : For we must part, and love must die. You say—but Oh ! my Marion’s kiss Shall linger on my palate still, No joy on earth is like to this That we have tasted to our fill Of all our sweet lascivious will. The cup is drained of lust’s delight, Yet wells with pleasure, and by night I’ll come once more and loving lie Between thine amorous limbs, despite That we must part and love must die. ENVOI Thus, sweet, I’ll sing when day doth break And weary…
1898 · PDF PAGE 52
…bed of fire. I was a-weary—her desire Drew her upon me—Marion, fie ! You work our pleasure till I tire : But we must part, and love must die. Nor thus did love’s embraces wane, Though lusty limbs grow idle quite ; Our mouths’ red vales are over-fain To suck the sweetness from the night ; And amorously, with touches light, Steal passion from reluctant pain. So has the daystar fled again Before the blushes of the sky, So did I clasp thy knees in vain : For we must part, and love must die. You say another’s sensuous lips Shall open to my kisses th…
1898 · PDF PAGE 63
ALL NIGHT 57 Deeper than ocean, higher than the sky, Vaster than petty loves that dream and die, Insatiate, angry, terrible for lust, Who shrivel God to adamantine dust By our fierce gaze upon him, who would strive Under our wrath, to flee away, to dive Into the deep recesses of his heaven. But we, one joy, one love, one shame for leaven, Quit hope and life, quit fear and death and love, Implacable as God, desired above All loves of hell or heaven, supremely wed, Knit in one soul in one delicious bed More hot than hell, more wicked than all thi…
1898 · PDF PAGE 54
…n one last bout of rivalry, Whose passions first shall answer make To the dances that the curtains shake Till we must part and love must die.
1898 · PDF PAGE 120
…hain thee with lips that leave Kisses of blood to weave Castles of hope in sleep. Poppy ! best flower whose bud Sends dreams to men that die, I drain thy drowsy flood That our impatient blood May mingle utterly. So, Hermes, thou art wed, So, Aphrodite, mine, In one sweet spirit shed
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… And how His heel hath crushed the serpent’s fangs, Be with me in the birth of this my book, These songs of mine, poor children, like to die ; Yet, if they may not perish utterly, It is to thee for sustenance I look. Mother of God ! be with me in success, Abide with me if peradventure fail These faint songs, murmurs of a summer gale That my heart clothes within a mortal dress ; And with thy sympathy, their bliss or bale Shall be too light to shake my happiness.
1898 · PDF PAGE 118
…e grew This child of stranger dew Than God’s good spirit wist. Yet his wings bare him high, Divine beyond control, And, like for love to die, I felt his arrow fly Within my very soul. Ah Love ! the ambiguous kiss, Not man’s nor woman’s touch, In that ecstatic bliss— Not hell’s heat, as I wis, Had warmed us overmuch.
1898 · PDF PAGE 92
…ey breathe no murmur that is good, and Satan in their blossom smiles. They murder with the old perfume that maddens all men’s blood ; we die Fresh from some corpse-clothed memory, some secret redolence of gloom, Some darkling murmurous song of lust quite strange to man and beast and bird, Silent in power, not overheard by any snake that eats the dust : No crimson-hooded viper knows, no silver-crested asp has guessed The strange soft secrets of my breast ; no leprous cobra shall disclose The many-seated, multiform, divine, essential joys that th…
1898 · PDF PAGE 43
… “ But I am here, I will not heed, I will not give more signs ; But I Will come with heavy hand and deed And give men knowledge ere they die How their priests lie. “ A gospel marred, a bastard creed, A dogma out of hell ye teach ! False shepherds, ye shall learn your meed ; Not as waves breaking on the beach My wrath shall reach ! “ I forget not—heed not my cry, Play out the farce, wed fast the twain !— Red judgment and black death draw nigh, Your blasphemies shall all be vain, And your souls slain. “ Vipers ! on him my mercy falls Perchance, a…
1898 · PDF PAGE 57
…to leave my soul too high To cheat the shrine ! I drave Love forth, Love lingered yet awhile So that I might not quite win Hell before I die.
1898 · PDF PAGE 78
72 A PAEAN IN THE SPRINGTIDE Pleasure and pain are made one, a delirious noble emotion ; Love dies before he grows manly, dawn never yields to the sun. Love in a night shall live and die, Love in a day shall wing and fly ; Love in the Spring shall last an hour, Easily fades a spring-tide flower. Where are the blooms of frost, hoary and bright and vestal ; Virginal lips not kissed, flowers unbidden to bud ? Ah ! we have slain their beams, as our low heads lazily nestle, Where the dark home of Love is, where the impatient blood Spurts at the furi…
1898 · PDF PAGE 137
² Åü¿Â 131 Who comes to see me daily—I shall die Happier if I kill him ; so shall I Reap on his body the last tare of lust, And shrivel back into my primal dust Filled with all worms and hornéd beasts with wings, The reptile that sweats acrid juice, and stings With bloody teeth and tongue ! Oh, all the room Spits fire and dung, and vomits forth a spume Of tawny sickly death ! All blotched and dark, The putrid air is vital with a spark Of fiery eyes of yonder filthy hound ! God ! I am reeling brain and body ! I swound ! The floor heaves up …
1898 · PDF PAGE 36
…e Shadow’s brush in darker colour dips, And roam about the valley, and will take Fresh delicate delight, with smiling lips. 4 Summer may die, but on the azure sea That girdles warmer lands the sun will gleam ; There will we wander, over dale and how, Sweet with green sward, faint flower, and tender tree. There all the winter may we idly dream Still of our love, and there forgetfulness Of the past sorrow may steal o’er thy brow In the new birth of stainless happiness, Rich harvest of the blossoms desire, Satisfied alway, yet for ever fresh In he…
1898 · PDF PAGE 65
… ! Body bruised daintily, touched of gore Where the sharp fierce teeth have bitten through The olive skin that thy sons adore, That they die for daily, are slain anew By manifold hate ; for their tale is few. Few are thy sons, but as fierce as dawn, Rapturous moments and weary days, Nights when thine image a thousand ways Is smitten and kissed on the fiery lawn Where the wash of the waves of thy native bays Laps weary limbs, that of thee have drawn Laughter and fire for their souls in pawn. O thy strong sons ! they are dark as night, Cruel and …
1898 · PDF PAGE 60
…e thee, Fiery, unweary, as thou art of me. But raise no head ; I know thee, breast and thigh, Lips, hair and eyes and mouth : I will not die But thou come with me o’er the gate of death. So, blood and body furious with breath That pants through foaming kisses, let us stay Gripped hard together to keep life away, Mouths drowned in murder, never satiate, Kissing away the hard decrees of Fate, Kissing insatiable in mad desire Kisses whose agony may never tire,
1898 · PDF PAGE 135
² Åü¿Â 129 While thy lewd minions covered with a pall Our prostrate bodies, and with musical Loud voices raised the chant of funeral, Turned to fierce blasphemies, and words obscene. Nine hours we lay as dead, and then my queen Writhed in my arms again, and blood leapt up To our fresh kisses to fill full the cup Of horror to the brim. Again as dead Were we borne forth, and then—Can I forget ? I gripped thy glossy throat. My fingers met Crushing through the skin and muscle, nerve and vein, And in that supreme agony of pain I drained myself …
1898 · PDF PAGE 19
…s after his death, not before. He would gain no spurious popularity as a reflection of the age he lived in. “ Tennyson,” he says, “ will die before sixty years are gone by : if I am to be beloved of men, it shall be because my work is for all times and all men, because it is greater than all the gods of chance and change, because it has the heart of the human race beating in every line. ” This is a patch of magenta to mauve, undoubtedly ; but—! The present collection of verses will hardly be popular ; if the lost works turn up, of course it may…