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1906 · PDF PAGE 22

Collected Works (Vol. II)

16 ORACLES Who knowest all, of under earth the king, Familiar healer of man’s suffering ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery! Who to the leper, even the cursed pariah, Hast taught by love the taste of heavenly fire! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Thou who on Death, thine old and strong leman, Begottest Hlape—a charming madwoman ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Who knowest in which caves of envious lands God has hid precious stones with jealous hands! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Thou whose clear eye discerns the arse…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 88

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82 ALICE: AN ADULTERY THE FORTY-SECOND DAY. ** Pol. No longer stay. Leon. One seven-night longer. Pol, Very sooth, to-morrow.” Winter's Tale. I COULD not let her leave me the day after. Also we must wait till the month decide Whether the mother stood behind the bride. In any other case what love and laughter Such tidings of an angel’s birth would waft her; Now, what a fear! And so she would abide Another vessel and another tide, Until we held the key of the hereafter. But this sad spectre could not change our calm. The day went by more peaceful…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 180

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…solve that doubt of man’s? How many are Hegelians? 400 This, though I hold him mostly true. But, to teach others that same view ? Surely long years develop reason. After long years, too, in thy season Bloom, Concentration’s midnight flower ! 405 After much practice to this end I gain at last the long sought power (Which you believe you have this hour, - But certainly have not, my friend !) Of keeping close the mind to one 410 Thing at a time — suppose, the Sun. I gain this (Reverence to Ganesh’ !) ® And at that instant comprehend (The past and …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 76

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… sombre wing Shadowing our secret breath from Artemis— Breasts met and arms enclosed, and all the spring Grew into summer with the first long kiss. pulse THE FOURTEENTH DAY. ‘* Some there be that shadows kiss; Such have but a shadow’s bliss; There be fools alive, I wis.” Merchant of Venice. ALL day we chose each moment possible When to the other’s face each face might cling, Each kiss burn forth, a double fiery sting -Exalting us in joy foreseen to swell A mighty exultation ; it befell, However, that I saw the shadowy thing Lurk behind love, an…

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…She read—and saw me but a beardless boy, Too young to fear, too gentle not to pity, Not overbold ; quite powerless to destroy Her life’s long peace, the ten-year-walléd city. Why be too cruel, check such baby joy? She said “I think the poem very pretty.” RED POPPY.? I HAVE no heart to sing. What offering may I bring, Alice, to thee? My great love's lifted wing Weakens, unwearying, And droops with me, Seeing the sun-kindled hair Close in the face more fair, The sweet soul shining there For God to see. Surely some angel shed Flowers for the maide…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 81

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…erse : my breast I bared And cursed God, hoping lightning; and I dared Not ask my love ‘‘In very truth—you |" die !” I could not bear it longer; then she spake: ‘“‘T lied indeed, love, for mine honour’s sake,” And I reproached her for her love’s dis- | trust, - Saying ‘‘I would not so in any wise Have lowered love unto the level of lust But now—” I hid my thought in tears and sighs. THE TWENTY-FIFTH DAY. ‘‘T am in health, I breathe, and see thee ill.”’ Richard Il, ALIGE was desperately ill at morn. Hour by sweet hour I watched her sorrowing, Wh…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 146

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…sage, this has been done.} ‘“You are sad!” the Knight said, in an anxious tone; ‘‘let me sing you a song to comfort you.” * ‘*Ts it very long?” Alice asked. ‘‘Tt’s long,” said the Knight, ‘‘ but it’s very very beautiful. .The name of the song is called ‘The Book of the Beast.’” ‘*Oh! how ugly!” cried Alice. ‘¢Never mind,” said the mild creature. ‘Some people call it ‘ Reason in Rhyme.’ ” ‘But which zs the name of the song?” Alice said, trying not lo seem too interested. ‘*Ah, you don’t understand,” the Knight said, looking a little vexed. ‘‘ Th…

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…rd ! THE LITANY OF SATAN. O thou, of Angels fairest and most wise, God by Fate’s treachery shorn of liturgies ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! O Prince of Exile, Sufferer of wrong, Whose vengeance, conquered, rises triply strong ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery !

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…ttermost truth a new god, since the old Are dead, or drunk with wine, and soma- juice And hemp and opium ! Maurya, thou shalt be! So for long years I have dared. First the twin death Of the dotards, slow constraint of Maurya’s mind Totheone end. Next, study: next, research In places long-forgotten of the West, Deep hidden of the East: the perfect rite Dragged by laborious hand and brain to shape And this [Pazses glass] the first fruits ! Hail, thou fount of wit, Light liquor, child of cares how heavy! Drink! The peace of the Priest ! [He drinks…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 44

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…And with a shudder I flung the door to. Mind And body sank a huddled wreck behind. Nought stirred. Draws hither the grim doom of Fate? A long, long while. Now—in the central core Of my own room what accent of keen hate, Triumphant malice, mockery satiate, Rings in the voice above the storm’s wild roar? It cries ‘‘ Open the door ! Open the door !” ANIMA LUNAE. Written partly under the great rock Sigiri, in Ceylon, partly in Arabia, near Aden, ZOHRA the king by feathered fans Slept lightly through the mid-day heat. Swart giants with drawn yatagha…

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… Orizaba. The drowsy cries of night birds, then the song Lovely and lovelorn in the listening vale, So wild and tender, swooping down in long Notes of despair, then lifting the low tale In golden notes to skyward in one throng Of clustered silver, so the nightingale Tunes the wild flute, as dryads he would gather To roof with music in the palace of the weather, With love despairing, dying as music dies ; With lost souls’ weeping, and the bitter muse Of such as lift their hearts in sacrifice On some strange cross, or shed Sicilian dews Over a sa…

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THE TRIADS OF DESPAIR 35 Into their lustre as they move the light of all the sky. I am so faint for utter love I sigh and long to die. Far on the misty ocean’s verge flares out the Southern Cross, And the long billows on the marge of coral idly toss, This night of nights! lustre dusk or dim. Twin love-birds on the land complain, a wistful happy hymn. I turn my face toward the main: I laugh and dive and swim. The stars disdain a Now fronts me foaming all the light of surf- bound waters pent ; Now from the black breast of the night the Southern C…

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…e is fuller in thine adoration. Thine image holds its god-appointed station. Lycian, listen ! My prayers more eloquent than olden chants Long since grown dumb on the soft forgetful airs— My lips are loud to herald thee: my prayers Keener to follow. I do aspire, as thy long sunbeam slants Upon my crown ; I do aspire to thee As no man yet—I am in ecstasy! Hear me, Apollo! My chant wakes elemental flakes of light Flashing along the sandal-footed? floor. All listening spirits answer and adore Thee, the amazing ! 1 Strewn with sandalwood (?)

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… the presence of his superior without permission. 2 Another reference to the boomerang. ‘* Let the man go!”’ The short surprise Sinks in long wonder: angrily Yet awed they spurn him forth. ‘‘ Arise ! O swine, and wallow in thy sty! The King hath said it.” Thus the men Turned the beast free—to goad again. For now the little shadow shaves An image ever in my brain ; Across my field of sight there gapes Ever a gulf, and draws the pain Of the whole knowledge of the man Into its vague and shifting span. Moreover, in that gulf I see Now the bright vi…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 62

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…’s grey censer with perfumes intenser The higher the hills. So, vague as a ghost swift faded, Steals dawn, and so sunset may see How her long long locks deep-braided Fall down to her breast and her knee. So night and so sunrise discover No light and no darkness to heed. Night is above her, and brings her no lover ; And day, but no deed. Such a sense is up and within me, A tongue as of mystical fire ! Love, beauty, and holiness win me ‘To the end of the great desire, Where I cease from the thirst and the labour, As the land that no ploughman til…

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…iples came unto the Vault of that Mystic Mountain, and with the Keys they opened the Portal and came to him and woke him. But during his long sleep the roses had grown over him, crimson and flaming with interior fire, so that he could not escape. Yet they withered at his glance; withat he knew what fearful task was before him. But slaying his disciples with long Nails, he interred them there, so that they were right sorrowful in their hearts. May all we die so! And what further befell him ye shall also know, but not at this time. Going forth of…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 170

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…eptember's shadow falls on June, But dull November's darkest day Is hghted by the sun of May. Here’s how I got a better learning. It’s a long lane that has no turning ! Mad as a woman-hunted Urning, The lie-chased alethephilist : * Sorcery’s maw gulps the beginner: In Pain’s mill neophytes are grist : Disciples ache upon the rack. Five years I sought: I miss and lack ; Agony hounds lagoan twist; _ I peak and struggle and grow thinner, And get to hate the sight of dinner. With sacred thirst, I, soul-hydroptic,! Read Levi? and the cryptic Coptic …

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…ars ago. 723. Super-consciousness.°°—The Christians also claim anecstasy. But they all admit, and indeed boast, that it is the result of long periods of worry and anxiety about the safety of their precious souls: therefore their ecstasy is clearly a diseased process. The Yogic ecstasy requires absolute calm and health of mindand body. It is useless and dangerous under other conditions even to begin the most elementary practices. 742. My Eastern friend.—Abdul Hamid, of the Fort, Colombo, on whom be peace. 755. Heart,61— Heart is a trifling misqu…

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…ght was sin. I cannot sin! Alas, one sin were sweet ! But sin is living—and we cannot meet ! (To call it life that grows This bitter- So long ago, so miserably long ! I was a maiden—oh how rich and rare Seemed the soft sunshine woven in my hair! How keen the music of my body’s song ! How white the blossom of my body’s light ! How red the lips, how languorous the eyes, How made for pleasure, for the sleepy sighs Softer than sleep; amorous dew-dreams of night That draw out night in kisses to the day ! So was I to my seeming as I lay. That soft sm…

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1902 THE THREE CHARACTERISTICS ‘‘ LISTEN to the Jataka !” said the Buddha. And all they gave ear. ‘‘ Long ago, when King Brahmadatta reigned in Benares,! it came to pass that there lived under his admirable government a weaver named Suraj Ju? and his wife Chandi. And in the fulness of her time did she give birth to a man child, and they called him Perdu’ R Abu.4 Now the child grew, and the tears of the mother fell, and the wrath of the father waxed: for by no means would the boy strive in his trade of weaving. The loom went merrily, but to the …

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