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Page 1 of 11898 · PDF PAGE 49
“ Within my heart one slow sweet whisper stole Consuming and destroying all my soul Lest, if the pure cold mind should conquer it, I might not know, although it still were sweet. “ My pure desires arose and cast out love That flew away, most like a wounded dove, Only the drops were mine its bosom bled, Now the last time it hovers by my head : “ Now the last time I turn and go to her.” The violet smiled at him : his fingers fair Plucked the sweet blossom to his breast ; his eyes Mused like delight, and like desire were wise. There was a maiden l…
1898 · PDF PAGE 38
…t by some cross Eld may avenge youth’s loss ! Yet still youth burns ! The hours its pleasure wasted Compel their bitter memories to grow sweet ; Like some warm-perfumed poison if I tasted, Felt its fierce savour pulse, and burn, and beat, Yet in my veins its sleepy fire might bring Strange dreams of some sweet thing. Half a regret and half a shuddering terror, The past lies desolate and yet is here, 28
1898 · PDF PAGE 101
…efore 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 112
…n 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 47
… 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 of how her dream was wrought : 37
1898 · PDF PAGE 102
…et bend ; He greets the angels quietly As one who greets a friend ; He waiteth, passionless, to be A witness of the end.) I chant in low sweet verses still A mystic song of dread, As one imposing all his will Upon the expectant dead ; And lights dip down, and shadows fill The dreams that haunt my head. I sing strange stories of that world No man may ever see ; My lips with strong delight are curled To kiss the sacred knee, 92
1898 · PDF PAGE 113
The Spirit of Jehovah, like a dove On wings of love, Breathe the sweet kiss, a sacrament untold, And clothe the heart’s desire with flames of gold. No rash Icarian wing this passion plies, But sanctifies, As if a censer (that a cherub swings) Blossomed with wings And floated up, an incense-breathing bird, With songs half heard Before the throne of God. Even so this life Of sordid strife Is made most holy, beautiful, and pure, By this desire, if this desire endure. So to the altar of the Highest aspire Those souls whose fire Has on it cast one g…
1898 · PDF PAGE 33
… strong arms set under me Lifted my spirit through the air Beyond the wide supernal sea, Beyond the veil of vair. God said : My ways are sweet and deep ; The sceptres and the swords thereof Change : for Death’s face is fair as Sleep ; And Lust is clean as Love. I slept upon His breast ; and Death Came like Sleep’s angel, and I died, And tasted the Lethean breath. There was a voice that cried : 23
1898 · PDF PAGE 34
…es, 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 amid her kisses : so This last time I would not forget— So I attained The Life ; and know Her lips and God’s have met. 24
1898 · PDF PAGE 32
…’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 117
…ing and rise not again. Blue waves in the summer uncrested, New homes for the fair and the free, Bright breezes in forest-leaves nested, Sweet birds in the flowering tree ; So thoughts that by truth have been tested sing down to the sea. But 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 bring…
1898 · PDF PAGE 50
… part 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 7
…es, 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 48
… 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 43
In the sweet phantasies of subtle sleep— Fancies of lonely shadows darkly strewn About the leaves of autumn in the woods, Where the small floweret, hidden by the maze O’ th’ dying children o’ the copper-beech, Lifts a blue forehead to the sun to kiss— Fancies of old romance too pitiful For any delicate quill to light upon— Yes, when the sky from stainless ebony Merges in azure, like as if the light Of stars had melted into all the black To gladden it, O then the solemn hush Of morning shall behold the silent grave, And wait a moment in rich wor…