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THE VIOLET’S LOVE-STORY. AMONG the lilies of the sacred stream There grew a violet, like a maiden’s dream, And when the wind passed over them, it stirred Their white soft petals with its quiet word. The sun looked on them and their leaves were glad ; Only the purple blossom there, that had No kindred by the stream, let fall a tear, Half wishing for the autumn of the year. But when the summer came, the violet guessed, By some slow dream that thrilled her gentle breast, That some sweet thing might come to her ; she thought Through the long days o…
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…rd embrace That grips the thighs of thought. And so he dies To pass beyond ye—whither ? To find God ? All my life long I have gazed, and dreamed, and thought, Unless my thought itself were but a dream, A little, troubled dream, a dream of death Whence I may wake—ah, where ? In some new world Where Consciousness doth touch the Infinite, And all the strivings of the soul be found 13
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…osopher’s Progress ................................. 21 Sonnet ............................................................... 26 An Ill Dream ...................................................... 27 The Student ....................................................... 31 The Priest Speaks. (Boccaccio. Day IV. Tale VIII.) 32 Passover ............................................................ 36 The Violet’s Love-Story ....................................... 37 The Farewell of Paracelcus to Aprile ................... 41 A Spring Snowstorm in Wa…
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BY THE CAM. TWILIGHT is over, and the noon of night Draws to its zenith. and beyond the stream Dance the wild witches that dispel my dream Of gardens naked in Diana’s sight. Foul censers, altars desecrated, blight The corpse-lit river, whose dank vapours teem Heavy and horrible, a deadly steam Of murder’s black intolerable might. The stagnant pools rejoice ; the human feast Revels at height ; the sacrament is come ; God wakes no lightning in the broken East ; His awful thunders listen and are dumb ; Earth gapes not for that sin ; the skies rene…
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…Concept, ideal, divine, Of a god of light and laughter, of a god of wheat and wine. Work on, strong mind, devise The outer life aright ; Dream, subtle soul, and arise To noblest litanies That pierce the mask of night— In a man work lifts his eyelids, but his dreams lend eyes their light. So dreams and days are wed, And soul and body lie Ambrosial in Love’s bed. See, heaven with stars is spread— So glad of life am I If an angel came to call me I am sure I would not die. 79
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…All night I have watched her sail through a black and silver sky. Within my soul there fight Two full and urgent streams, Work’s woe and dream’s delight : Like snow and sun they smite, Days battle hard with dreams : On a world of misty beauty the Aurora clearly beams. So labour fought with pride, And love with idleness, My soul was torn and tried With the impassioned tide Of storm and deathly stress— I had never dreamed a lily should arise amid the press. Yet such a flower sprang here Within this soul of mine, 78
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AN ILL DREAM. IN the grim woods when all the bare black branches Creak out their curses like a gallows-tree, When the miasmal pestilence-light dances, A spectre-flame, through midnight’s infamy. My blood grows chill and stagnant with my shame. O Love, to speak thy name ! O Life ! O Heaven ! O dreams long dead ! Ye Spirits Rising unbidden from Hope’s cobwebbed door, Ye quick desires that every soul inherits, Leave me to weep, and torture me no more ! My face grows grey with sheer despair ; I shrink From dreams ; I dare not think. I had a poet’s …
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…ts word ; The voice of wind above like dawn is heard, And all the air moves up, a sultry steam, Here in the flower-land, where I lie and dream And understand the silence of the bird ; My sorrow and my weakness are interred In the deep water where the pebbles gleam. I rouse the force persistent of my will To compel matter to the soul’s desire, To make Heaven aid the mind that would aspire To touch its borders, and to drink their fill At those far fountains whence one drop of dew Descends upon my head from yonder blue. 26
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…d when the sky Opens a lingering eyelash of deep cloud, And the sea sparkles out from under it To kiss the earth into awakening From the dream-slumbers that its fancies weave— Fancies of starlight on the lucent sea Gleaming from wide horizon to the feet Of Cynthia’s bow, all silver-shot with fire, That virgin flame that lingers evermore 32
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…d to abide. Though death be the stain on our roses, The roses of heaven are white ; Though day on the world of us closes, The stars only dream of the night As of music that roars and reposes and dies in delight. 106
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…t weak as the flowers of summer Are the flowers that float on my stream ; My song-birds to others are dumber Than voices half heard in a dream ; My muse, louder gods overcome her, the eyes of them gleam. The sorrow that woke me to singing Is deeper than songs that I sing ; The birds that fresh music are bringing 107
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…n its depth, and chill Their own desire within its icy stream. Let me move on with vacant eyes, as one Lost in the labyrinth of some ill dream, Move and move on, and never see the sun Lap all the mist with orange and red gold, Throw some lank windmill into iron shade, And stir the chill canal with manifold Rays of clear morning ; never grow afraid 7