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Amsterdam, December 23rd, 1897. LET me pass out beyond the city gate. All day I loitered in the little streets Of black worn houses tottering, like the fate That hangs above my head even now, and meets Prayer and defiance as not hearing it. They lean, these old black streets, a little sky Peeps through the gap, the rough stone path is lit Just for a little by the sun, and I Watched his red face pass over, fade away To other streets, and other passengers, Saw him take pleasure where the heathen pray, Saw him relieve the hunter of his furs, All t…
1898 · PDF PAGE 16
Only the respite of a little sleep ; Sleep, just a little space of sleep, to rest The fevered head and cool the aching eyes ; Sleep for a space, to fall upon the breast Of the dear God, that He may sympathize. Long has the day drawn out ; a bitter frost Sparkles along the streets ; the shipping heaves With the slow murmur of the sea, half lost In the last rustle of forgotten leaves. Over the bridges pass the throngs ; the sound, Deep and insistent, penetrates the mist— I hear it not, I contemplate the wound Stabbed in the flanks of my dear silv…
1898 · PDF PAGE 112
…ll. The heart wherein is lit the sacred fire Of high desire, Burnt clean from all untruth and sacrilege, Her wings may fledge, And fly a little in the broad sweet air, Till unaware 102
1898 · PDF PAGE 72
…ath ; behold ! the foemen flee, All the earth is clad with gold and all the sea ; Driven back the demons yield, falter and cease ; For a little while the shield of sleep is peace. Clear and bright the lamp burns ; clean and sharp the sword, While I watch their paths between before the Lord. 62
1898 · PDF PAGE 105
I saw the Christ, with fire shod, Walk through the holy place, And the lilies rosier where he trod, Blushed for a little space. I saw myself, and still I sang With lips in clearer tune, Like to the nightingale’s that rang Through all those nights of June ; Such nights when stars in slumber hang Beneath the quiet moon. Still, in those avenues of light, No maid, with golden zone, And lily garment that from sight Half hides the ivory throne, Lay in my arms the livelong night To call my soul her own. The Christ’s cold lips my lips did taste On Time…
1898 · PDF PAGE 42
THE PRIEST SPEAKS. (Boccacio. Day IV. Tale VIII.) LAY them together for the sake of Love Within a little plot of piteous earth, When life’s last flower is faded in the sun. Lay them together in the tender ground That summer showers may shed a trembling tear. And summer breezes whisper melodies Of pity. Lay them there, and 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…
1898 · PDF PAGE 29
SONNETS TO NIGHT. O NIGHT ! the very mother of us all, For from thy hollow womb we children came, A little space to flicker as a flame, And then within thy tender arms to fall Tired, fain of nothing but to lie at last Upon thy bosom, and gaze in thine eyes Clear, calm, dispassionate, supremely wise, And pass with thee the gates that must be passed. O Night, on thee is set our only hope, Because our eyes, to tender for the day, Are dazed with sunlight, and poor fingers grope For those far truths that mock our vague en- deavour, Whilst we may fin…
1898 · PDF PAGE 50
…Most perfect when she died between the breath, And in the bridal kisses kissed to death.” So grew the newer blossom and was glad : Sweet little hopes her faint fair forehead had That one day such a death might crown her days. And so God too was glad, the story says. 40
1898 · PDF PAGE 6
…f light. Mine was the holy fire that drew Its perfect passion from the dew, And all the flowers that blushed and blew On sunny slopes by little brooks. Mine the desire that brushed aside The thorns, and would not be denied, And sought, more eager than a bride, The cold grey secrets wan and wide of sacred books. Thine was the hand that guided me By moor and mountain, vale and lea, And led me to the sudden sea That lies superb, remote, and deep, vi
1898 · PDF PAGE 58
… river I forsook ; Now in clear pools its myriad fountains boil, Now there runs singing to its breast a brook ; Now it flows gently to a little nook Where I once rested—Ah ! I clench my hand And turn away with yet undaunted look, Setting my face toward the distant land That must lie somewhere far beyond this world of sand. About me are the bones of many men Who turned to God their rapt adoring eyes, And cast away the love within their ken For this vague treasure-house beyond the skies— Whither I turn, like a dumb beast that dies, A wistful look…
1898 · PDF PAGE 48
… and grave eyes Where deep thoughts dwelt in some delicious wise. He looked upon the lilies, and a tear Dropped on their blossom ; but a little fear Came to the bosom of the violet Lest he see not, or see her, and forget. But he did see her, and drew close, and said : “ O perfect passion of my soul, O dead Living desire, O sweet unspoken sin, Leave thou the lilies ; they are not thy kin. 38
1898 · PDF PAGE 23
… 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