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“ Hush, the music swells apace, Rolls its silver billows up Through the void demense of space To the heavens’ azure cup ! Hush, my love, and sleep shall sigh, This is immortality ! ” The Tale of Archais
…he throngs ; the sound, Deep and insistent, penetrates the mist— I hear it not, I contemplate the wound Stabbed in the flanks of my dear silver Christ. He hangs in anguish there ; the crown of thorns Pierces that palest brow ; the nails drip blood ; There is the wound ; no Mary by Him mourns, There is no John beside the cruel wood ; I am alone to kiss the silver lips ; I rend my clothing for the temple veil ; My heart’s black night must act the sun’s eclipse ; My groans must play the earthquake, till I quail At my own dark imagining ; and now T…
…re itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered : The silence of deep height was drawn A veil across the silver dawn On holy wings that hovered. The music of three thoughts became The beauty, that is one white flame, The justice that surpasses shame, The victory, the splendour, The sacred fountain that is whirled From depths beyond that older world A new world to engender. The kingdom is extended. Night Dwells, and I contemplate the sight 9
Of the lone spirits of the empty tomb, And there I see the lovers piteous Splendidly flash within the silver sphere Of light, and there I lose them at the last Most wonderfully passed within the veil Of Time ; caught up into the Infinite. Lay them together. And the hollow hill Shall echo me “ together,” and the sky, And the wide sea, and all the fragrant air, Shall linger in the tumult of the dawn. Lay them together. And the still small voice Shall whisper “ Peace,” and in the evening “ Peace.” 35
…A PLAY—AT PRESENT UNFINISHED. An old tower, very loft, on a small and rocky islet. In the highest chamber a man of some forty years, but silver-haired, looks out of the window. Clear starry night, no moon. Chamber furnished with books, alchemic instruments, etc. He gazes some minutes, sighs deeply, but at last speaks. Ph. The world moves not. I gaze upon the abyss, Look down into the black unfathomed vault Of Starland and behold—myself. The sea To give a sense of motion or of sound Washes the wall of this grey tower in vain ; 12
…and the 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 …
At eve to make demur That I be minister To Cynthia maidenly : 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 her…
…eam-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
The lips of death upon the moon’s dark face, So that her silver lustre might rejoice The fiery lover, the sharp nightingale, And those pale mortals whom the day beholds. Asleep, because the many bid them slave From dusk to dawn being poor ; and braided up The loose hair of all trees and flowers, and made Their one white light divide to red and green And violet and the hues innumerable Lesser than these, and gave man hope at last With the invariable law of death Abundant in new life, and having filled The world with music, dost demand of us “ Is…
…ve discrowned, our King ? Far o’er the Ocean sets a fiery star And meteors cross the angry horizon, A comet blazes, reddening the bar Of silver water where the moonlight shone, And, as I stand upon the cliff like one Amazed, a shape seems always at my back To whisper wickedness, o’erheard of none, And stealthily to follow on my track, And cloke my lifted eyes with suffocating black. Vainly I turn to seek him, for my eyes Are dimmed with saltness never born of brine ; Vainly I fight the air, he sneers, and lies, And laughs at all this agony of m…
…hread, And coloured like the river’s changing bed Where polished pebbles shine ; she guessed it frail And perfect, with pure wings, like silver pale. So there, behind the leaves and stems, her lids Grew deep with veins of love, and Bassarids Racing the dim woods through, beheld her face, Whispered together, and desired the place. The grey was blushing in the Eastern sky When there drew near a child of poesy With full lips very tender, and grave eyes Where deep thoughts dwelt in some delicious wise. He looked upon the lilies, and a tear Dropped …
…s holy lips ; my body and spirit yearn ; He fades away, and fires of Hell within me burn. Still, as I journey through the waste, I see A silver figure more divine arise ; The Christ usurps the horizon for me, And He requickens the forgotten skies ; His golden locks are burning on my eyes, And He with rosy finger points the way, The blood-wrought mystic path of Paradise That leads at last through yonder icy spray Of Death to the blue vaults of the undying day. But oh ! this desert is a weary land, Poisons alone their prickly heads lift high ; Th…
…s Of things immortal. Hark ! the growing swell Of some wild clarion through the dazzling night, Whose fairy aether suddenly illumes With silver meteors innumerable And golden showers of stars—lost worlds of thought And poets’ dreams, and jewels of virgin sighs. Hark ! the broad rings of sound go wavering on Eddying and rippling through the desart sky That now is peopled with the diamond wings That float through all the palaces of God. O now to join them rise the armies vast 34