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…ds Is stilled the swift caress, of art Because my lover has me curled I drew her down reluctant to my heart, In her own loveliness. When night was silence and my bed| No kiss be such a night as this !— the gloom. Unless my Alice be the kiss. So without sin we took strange sacrament, No blade of grass awaiting takes Whose wine was kisses, and whose bread The dew, fresh-fallen above, the flower Because my lover swoons, and slakes Of fast and fervent cleaving breast to Her body’s thirst of love. breast. This night no dewfall from the blue !— As li…
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…wn, And all I want of will. She speaks not, and is known. Her window shining chill Whispers ‘‘ He lingers still. Tama alone.” IV. But to-night the lamp must be wasted, And the delicate hurt must ache, And the sweet lips moan untasted, My lady lie lonely awake. The night is taken from love, and love’ S guerdon Is life and its burden. To-night if I turn to my lover I must'ask: If she be? who am I? To-night if her heart I uncover No heart in the night I espy. I am grips with the question of eld, and the sphinx holds fast My eyes to the past. Who a…
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… 27 The mystic slumber of my sense forlorn Stirs only now and then; some deeper pang Reminds despair there is a sharper fang, Reminds my night of a tempestuous morn. For I am lost and lonely: in the skies I see no hope of any sun or star ; On earth there blooms no rose, no nenu- phar; No cross is set for hope of sacrifice. I cannot sleep, I cannot wake; and death Passes me by with his desiréd breath. No shadow in my mind to prove a sun ; No sorrow to declare that joy exists ; A cycle of dim spectres in the mists Moves just a little; lastly ther…
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… a day is ‘lost’ on the 180th degree. Salt with the scurf of some diseaséd sea, Foul with the curse of God: that we are here, Hating the night’s: inexorable hours. THE THIRTY-SECOND DAY. ‘* Me of my lawful pleasure she restrained And prayed me oft forbearance.” Cymbeline, How sweet the soft looks shot, endearing shame With their warm fragrance of love’s modest eyes ! The secret knowledge of our secrecies Shone from their distance with a subtle flame, And gave to pudency a rosier name When the long lashes drooped, and saintlier sighs Took softer…
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…lled ears what Voice rings the decree ? ‘“*For thee the women burn: the wine is cool: For thee the fresco and the fruit—thou fool ! This night thy soul shall be required of thee.!” THE HOUSE. A NIGHTMARE.! Written at Anuradhapura. I must be ready for my friend to-night. So, such pale flowers as winter bears bedeck The old oak walls: the wood-fire’s cheerful light . Flashes upon the fire-dogs silver-bright. Wood? why, the jetsam of yon broken wreck Where the white sea runs o’er the sandy neck That joins my island to the land when tides Run low. …
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…l ship To laugh and leap and dip Her brows divine ; One kiss, a starbeam faint With love ofa sweet saint, Stolen like a sacrament In the night’s shrine ! One kiss, like moonlight cold Lighting with floral gold The lake’s low tune; One kiss, one flower to fold, On its own calyx rolled At night, in June! One kiss, like dewfall, drawn A veil o’er leaf and lawn— Mix night, and noon, and dawn, Dew, flower, and moon! One kiss, intense, supreme ! The sense of Nature’s dream And scent of Heaven Shown in the glint and gleam Of the pure dawn’s first beam…
1906 · PDF PAGE 115
…as sleeping. A tear is made of fire and dew And saddened with a smile; The sun’s laugh in the curving blue Lasts but a little while. The night-winds kiss the deep: the stars Shed laughter from above; But night must pass dawn’s prison bars : Night hath not tasted love.
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TIO THE ARGONAUTS With me the night is fallen in day ; The day swoons back to night; The white and black are woven in gray, Faint sleep of silken light. A strange soft light about me shed Devours the sense of time: Hovers about my sleepy head Some sweet persistent rhyme. Beneath my breast my love may hear Deep murmur of the billows— O gather me to thee, my dear, On soft forgetful pillows ! O gather me in arms of love As maidens plucking posies, Or mists that fold about a dove, Or valleys full of roses ! O let me fade and fall away From waking i…
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…heart of the west, The sun’s last sigh of love expressed Ere the lake glimmer, borrow sleep From clouds and tinge their edges; weep That night brings love not to his breast, But only rest. We move toward the golden track Shed in the water: we look back Eastward, where rose is set to warn Promise and prophecy of dawn Reflected, lest the ocean lack In any space serene or slack Some colour, blushing o’er the fawn Dim-lighted lawn. At grave harmonious intervals. The grand voice of some seaman calls, Just as the picture fades, aware How it was fair.…
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…the day’s due joys. She had not dared to speak one word, to tell How deep and pure a fountain sunward leapt In her life’s garden: but to-night she lay In my intense embraces : so the spell . Moved her: ‘I love you,” said she. So we kept, Remurmuring that one phrase until the day. THE NINETEENTH DAY. ‘« The boy is foolish, and I fear not him,” Richard I1, SHE dared not come into my room to-night. So? I was acquiescent, sharp despair And nervous purpose mixing in me there The while I waited: then I glided light (Clad in the swart robe of an eremi…
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…ing with solar fire, The single-eyed desire Of scent and sound and sight and sense perfuses The still and lambent light Of the essential night ; And all the heart of me is fain, and muses, As if for ever doomed to dream Or pass in peace Lethean adown the grey Lethean stream. So deep the sense of beauty, and so keen ! ‘The calm abiding holiness of love Reigns; and so fallen from the heights above Stern and free, | Immeasurable, the influence unseen Of music and of spiritual fire, That the soul sleeps, forgotten of desire, Only remembering its Go…
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32 ORACLES NIGHT IN THE VALLEY. Written at the foot of Citlaltepetl. I LAY within the forest’s virgin womb Tranced in the sweetness, nuptial, indolent, Of the faint breeze and tropical perfume, And all the music far lone waters lent Unto the masses of magnolia bloom, Tall scarlet lilies, and the golden scent Shed by strange clusters of more pallid flowers, And purple lustre strewn amid the twilight bowers. Far, far the pastureless, the unquiet sea Moaned ; far the stately pyramid of cold Shrouding the stars, arose: sweet witchery That brought t…
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…nd 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 Cross is rent. I top the mighty wall of fears; the dark wave rolls below. A tall swift ship on wings appears, a cataract…
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…. I stand on the mountain in wonder As the splendour springs up in the East, As the cloud banks are rended asunder, And the wings of the Night are released. As in travail a maiden demented, Afraid of the deed she hath done, By no man lamented, springs up the sweet- scented Pale flower of the sun. So change not the heights and the hollows ; The hollows are one with the heights In that pallid grave dawn of Apollo’s Confusion of shadows and lights. Unreal save to sense that can sense her That maiden of sunrise refills The air’s grey censer with pe…
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104 THE ARGONAUTS CHORUS. In sooth, I have no fear at all—to flee. JASON. Night, likea mist, steals softly from the Kast. The hand of darkness gathers up the folds Of day’s gold garment, and the valleys sink Into slow sadness, though the hills retain That brilliance for a little. CHORUS. Let us go! Methinks that under cover of the night I may escape Aeetes. JASON. If he chase, Our Argo is not battered by rough winds So far but what some fight were possible. MEDEA. [Leads forward ABSYRTUS.] I know a better way than that, my lord. This boy shall …
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…he summer leaves In the half-light Love his old story weaves Far out of sight. Here we are lone, at last. Heaven is overcast Yet with no night. Ere her immortal wings Gather the thread of things Into her might, Up will the moon arise Through the black-azure skies : Birds shall sing litanies Still of delight. II. Let my lips wander where Tender moss grows, Where through their dusky air Beams a red rose. Where the bee honey sips Let my desirous lips, Kissing, unclose Delicate lips and chaste, Sweetness divine to taste While the sun glows ; There …
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…elt me its gold to money, Coin me that small, small ring Stamped with the Hoof of Satan, Bearing the name of King. Then, in the murky midnight, Silently lead me down, Down into Hell’s dark portals, Far in the West of Town. Then to the shrieks of devils Writhing in torments keen, Sing me the song that tells me Ever of Walham Green. Sing of the little half-sovereign Dancing in golden sheen ; Leave me in Hell—or, better, Leave me in Walham Green. ODE TO SAPPHO. O LESBIAN maiden ! O pluméd and snowlike in glory of white- | ness ! O mystical brightn…
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…ne is a mocker, strong drink is raging.” Desunt cetera. A PEEP BEHIND THE SCENES. In the hospital bed she lay, Rotting away ! Cursing by night and cursing by day, Rotting away ! 1 This, the earliest poem ever written by me, has perished save the above fragment. Its date is 1886,—-A, C. It should be noted that this fragment is of a wildly revolutionary tendency. It made him the Ibsen of a school where a parson and a chapel were considered with the rest of the non-Plymouth-Brethren world as so many devils let loose from hell. * This volume consis…
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…l bed And ‘¢ Climbed the bed’s disastrous side, He found a serpent, not a bride ; And scarcely daring to draw breath, He passed the dumb night-hours with death, Till in the morning cold and gray The hooded fear glided away. Which morning saw ten thousand pay The price of jesting with a king !’— JASON. Indeed these toils and dangerous pursuits, Labours and journeys, go to make one mad. Well were it to beguile our weariness With song. MEDEA. And here is the sole king of song.| ORPHEUS. My song breaks baffled on the rocks of time If thy bewitching…
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…DAY. ‘* But I perceive in you so excellent a touch of modesty that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in.” » Twelfth- Night. A CURIOUS conflict this of love and fear, Honour and lust, and truth and trust beguiled; One in the semblance of a rose-bright child :— The other in a shape more gross and | clear, za flercer woman-figure crowned severe With garlands woven of scourges, but whose wild Breast beat with splendour of sin, whose looks were mild, Hiding the cruel smile behind a tear. So she: “I know you never would ;” yet did…