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Page 1 of 11898 · PDF PAGE 34
Behold, I stand above His head With feet made white with whitest fire, Above His forehead, that is red As blood with His Desire. I knew that Voice was more than God, And echo trembled for its trust : Sleep’s feet, like Death’s, with fire are shod, And Love is likest Lust. So I returned and sought her breast, Our Lady of ten thousand Pains ; I drank her kisses, and possessed Her pale maternal veins. I said : Drain hard my sudden breath, Be cruel for the vampire thrust ! Let Sleep’s desire be sweet as Death, And Love be clean as Lust ! I died ami…
1898 · PDF PAGE 101
VESPERS. THE incense steams before the Christ, It wraps His feet with grey, A perfumed melancholy mist, Tears sacred from the day ; And awe, a holiness, I wist, More sweet than man may say. I bend my head to kiss the brow, Scarred and serene and wide, The bosom and the loin-cloth now And where the blood has dried, The blood whose purple tide doth flow From out the smitten side. The fragrance of his skin begets Desire of holy things ; 91
1898 · PDF PAGE 95
…nviolate. The visions leave me now ; I sink to sleep ; Calm and content my brow, My eyes are large and deep. The morning shall behold On feet and plumes of gold My spirit soon enfold The flocks on heaven’s steep. Refreshed, encouraged, lightened, Sent on the Way Whose Sun and Star have brightened From dawning into day, I set my face, a flint, Toward where the holy glint Of lamps affords the hint That leads me—where it may. 85
1898 · PDF PAGE 67
… hope of everything. Silence her throne assumes, Stars mount the sky, and looms The misty monarch of the dale on high : About the silver feet I worship, as is meet, The warrior God that fixed the curvéd sky, Rent the cavernous earth, Moulded in awful birth The terror of the cloudy canopy, And tore from underground The lake’s immense profound, And clad the mountains now with this faint snow embroidery. Now the white flakes decrease, Wastwater lies in peace, Kissed by the breezes where the wind once bit ; Gable alone doth stand, A Pyramid more gr…
1898 · PDF PAGE 98
And on his feet I knew the sandals were More beautiful than flame, and white, And on the glory of his hair The crown of night. And I beheld his robe, and on its hem Were writ unlawful words to say, Broidered like lilies, with a gem More clear than day. And round him shone so wonderful a light As when on Galilee Jesus once walked, and clove the night And calmed the sea. I scarce could see his features for the fire That dwelt about his brow, Yet, for the whiteness of my own desire, I see him now ; Because my footsteps follow his, and tread The aw…
1898 · PDF PAGE 42
… 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
1898 · PDF PAGE 32
…death, Our Lady of ten thousand Pains With heavy kissing breath. I said : Our Lady is as God, Her hell of pain as heaven above ; Death’s feet, like Sleep’s, with fire are shod, And Lust is likest Love. Our Lady crushed me in her bed, Between her breasts my life was wet ; My lips from that sweet death were fed ; I died, and would forget. 22
1898 · PDF PAGE 118
… Those lips like a soul that are clinging most silently cling. Take though for these verses, though time be So sure and so swift for thy feet, Though far from this England thy clime be In years that sway slow as the wheat, Take thought, for an hour let my rhyme be not wholly unsweet. For truth and desire and devotion May lend through the verses a voice, They tremble with violent motion, They yearn to be fair for thy choice As billows and winds of the ocean that roar and rejoice. For winds that are shaken and riven I bound by my power unto me ; …
1898 · PDF PAGE 7
…ke dew upon the hills became, And all thy mind a star most bright ; And, following with wakeful eyes The strait meridian of the wise, My feet tread under stars and skies ; My spirit soars and seeks and flies, a child of light. Thus eager, may my purpose stand Firm as the faith of honest hand, Nor change like castles built of sand Until the sweet unchanging end. Happy not only that my eye Single and strong may win the sky, But that one day the birds that fly Heard your fair friendship call me by the name of friend. vii
1898 · PDF PAGE 57
…und fighting toward the goal I seek, Stretching both hands toward a loving father, And struggling toward some barren voiceless peak With feet made stedfast, if God made them weak ; So, on the journey, in the hottest fight I would be found by Death, whose palace bleak 47
1898 · PDF PAGE 85
…th the thunder’s unchangeable crash. Heaven has conquered, behold ! and the hosts of the demons are fleeing, Dawn drives before her fair feet the feather-light wings of the gale, Silent the tower rears aloft its front into beauty and seeing, 75
1898 · PDF PAGE 84
Far from the feet of the storm, a pulse like the beat of a drum. Throbs the wild sound through the storm, and the wings of it waken and quiver, Only the watcher, unmoved, looks on the face of the night ; Sees the strong hosts that unite, a fervent implac- able river Foaming from heaven and hell, two armies of crimson and white ; Flecked is the sky with their blood shed as by sabres of light. Now they are clutching his arms, the phantoms that throng there behind him, Foul and distorted, whose sight may not on men ever dawn ; Now they entice and …
1898 · PDF PAGE 60
Up still and staggering to the doubtful goal, Feet dragging horribly behind, I move Deathlike for dearth and for despair of soul ; At last I drop. From Heaven there comes a Dove Bearing the semblance of the Man I love, And fountains and fresh grass by magic spell Are suddenly around me. And above I hear the voice my visions know so well : “ Well striven all this day against the power of Hell ! ” I know these mercies still diviner grow Each day I strive, but should I sit and rest One hour of dawn, and cry, “ I will not go Another step without mo…
1898 · PDF PAGE 59
…ea Forgotten of high God, until there went The final trumpet of the dead, who flee Vainly that fearful blast of judgment. Woe is Me ! My feet, in spite of me, in circles bend ; I meet my own tracks often, all in vain I seek some tower or cliff to make an end, I find no object on the distant plain ; Misty distortions crowd upon my brain, And spectre fountains gurgle on the ground ; I drop to drink, and hear the horrid strain Of chuckling devils, that grimace around, And think I catch the note of Hell’s three-headed Hound. 49
1898 · PDF PAGE 17
I put my Christ away ; and turn my brow Towards the south stedfastly ; my feet must go Some journey of despair. I dare not turn To meet the sun ; I will not follow him : Better to pass where sand and sulphur burn, And days are hazed with heat, and nights are dim With some malarial poison. Better lie Far and forgotten on some desert isle, Where I may watch the silent ships go by, And let them share my burden for awhile. Let me pass out beyond the city gate Where I may wander by the water still, And see the faint few stars immaculate Watch their …