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1906 · PDF PAGE 180

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…u 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 future tenses vanish) What Fichte comprehends, Division, 415 Thought, wisdom, drop away. I see The absolute identity Of the beholder and the vision. Some poetry. There is a Jake * amid the snows Wherein five glaciers merge and break. 420 Oh! the deep brilliance of the lake! The roar of ice that cracks and goes Crashing wit…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 289

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EPILOGUE WHEN the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms dance With the light that stirs and lustres of the dawn, and with the bloom Of the wind’s cheek as it clusters from the hidden valley’s gloom : ThenI walk in woodland spaces, musing on the solemn ways Of the immemorial places shut behind the Starry rays, Of the East and all its splendour, of the West and all its peace; And the stubborn lights grow tender, and the hard sounds hush and cease. In the wheel of heaven rev…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 115

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…aughters of tender-throated song? I swear by Aphrodite’s eyes Our Grecian maids are fairer far ! What love as sweet as theirs is lies In Sun or planet, moon or star? What nymphs as sweet as ours are dwell By foreign grove and alien well? With every watchman’s cheery cry, ‘‘Land ho!” through all the journeying years Our ever-hoping hearts reply, ‘A land of bliss at last appears.” But what land laps a foreign foam So sweet as is the hero's home? At every port the novel sights Charm for an hour—delusive bliss. On every shore the false delights Of …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 143

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…! [ The storm ceases. CrIOSDA. 7y words avail then ? RupHa. Ha! Ha! They avail. I avail. Did Rupha fail, All would be done. Death to the sun ! I know. Ho! Ho! Criospa. All this I did for thee? Rupua. Ha! Ha! What didst thou do? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Criospa. What did I not do? RuPuHa. Tell! Tell! Tis a spell. CriosDa. I will tell all. me up With the last word ! RupuHa. It obeys? No! No! Ho! Ho! All! O sea, swallow CriospA. Thou sinister one ! I duly did ; That drugged (and dancing with delight thereof The maiden’s mind) the maiden’s body prone Lay on…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 67

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… with even a shadow of regret. Let us leave him where ‘* Sight nor sound shall war against him more, For whom all winds are quiet as the sun, All waters as the shore." } NoTE.—The sudden and tragic death of the Editor has necessitated the completion of his task by another hand. The introduction was, however, in practically its present form. WHAT LAY BEFORE. WHITE POPPY. AMID the drowsy dream, Lit by some fitful beam Of other light Than the mere sun, supreme On all the glint and gleam ; Shooting through night, Above the water-way Where my poor c…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 189

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… of your own mind. You cannot bring God in the compass Of human thought? Up stick and thump ass! Let human thought itself expand— Bright Sun of Knowledge, in me rise! Lead me to those exalted skies To live and love and understand ! Paying no price, accepting nought— The Giver and the Gift are one With the Receiver—O thou Sun Of thought, of bliss transcending thought, Rise where division dies! Absorb In glory of the glowing orb Self and its shadow !

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1906 · PDF PAGE 219

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…ew so mighty a blast that the dead rose all from their tombs, and our Father among them. ‘‘ Now away!” he cried. ‘‘I would look upon the sun!” And with that the fire hissed like a myriad of serpents and went out suddenly. It was a green sward golden with buttercups; and in his way lay a high wall. Before it were two children, and with obscene gestures they embraced, and laughed aloud, with filthy words and acts unspeakable. Over all of which stood the sun calm and radiant, and was glad to be. Now, think ye well, was our lather perplexed; and he…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 69

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…picene, Familiar souls of Messaline. And as, when thunder broods afar Imperial destinies of war, Men see the haze and heat, and feel The sun’s rays like a shaft of steel, Seeing no sun; even so the night Clouds that deep miracle from sight : Until this destiny be done Tlangs the corona on the sun ; And I absorbed in those unclean Ghost-haunted veins of Messaline. CALIFORNIA. FORGED by God’s fingers in His furnace, Fate, My destiny drew near the glowing shore Where California hides her golden ore, [ler rubies and her beryls ; gross and great, He…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 45

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…So the king dreamed of love: and passing on The shape moved quicker, winnowing with faint fans The soundlessair of thought : the noonday sun Seemed to the mightiest of a thousand khans Like to a man’s Brief life—a thousand such dream spans !— And so he dreamed of life: and failing _ plumes Wrought through ancestral looms In the man’s brain: and so he dreamed of death. And slower still the grey God wrought Dividing consciousness from breath, And life and death from thought. So the king dreamed of Nought. Yet subtly-shapen was this Nothingness, N…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 33

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…nds 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 there is One, One central Being, one elusive shape, Not to aspire to, not to love; alas! Only…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 84

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78 ALICE: AN ADULTERY THE DAY WITHOUT A NUMBER. ‘*© never shall the sun that morrow see.” Macbeth. WE lost a day! Nor kisses, nor regret, Nor fear, nor pain, nor anything at all! The day was lost, evanished past recall, That saw no sunrise, never saw sun set— For East and West invisibly were met In gateways neither glad nor musical Nor melancholy nor funereal. Nought is there to remember nor forget. Yet in my westward journey many hours I stole, and now must pay them back again. I plucked not one flower, but an hundred flowers ; I bore an hundr…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 23

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…nd reeking venom sweated, Laid open, carelessly and cynically, the doors Of belly rank with exhalations foetid. Upon this rottenness the sun shone deadly straight As if to cook it to a turn, And give back to great Nature hundredfold the debt That, joining it together, she did earn. The sky beheld this carcase most superb out- spread As spreads a flower, itself, whose taint Stank so supremely strong, that on the grass your head You thought to lay, in sudden faint. The flies swarmed numberless on this putres- cent belly, Whence issued a battalion…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 68

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…e serpent-shapes of gold With serpent stings. The dreadful bridal won, The demon banquet done, My flesh let loose :— Rises a strange red sun, A sight to slay or stun; Sepulchral dews Fall from the rayless globe, Whose sightless fingers probe My golden-folded robe, My soul’s misuse. And in that thankless shape Vines grow without a grape, Thorns roseless spring. Nay! There is no escape :— The yawning portals gape, The orbed ring As by a whirlpool drawn Into that devil-dawn :— I sink and shriek and fawn Upon the thing. Ha! in the desperate pang An…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 55

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…ed His quest partook of all and yet of none. So as he rode the woodlands out there beamed VOL, II. The dull large spectre of a grim flat sun, Red and obscure upon the leaden haze That lapped and wrapped and rode the horizon. The Earl rode steadily on. rays Of that abominable sunset, sharp With needles of young pines, their tips ablaze, A crest caught Their feet dead black; the wind’s dark fingers warp To its own time their strings, a sombre mode Found by a ghost on a forgotten harp Or (still more terrible !) the lost dread ode That used to call…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 226

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…on to do his will, so that he brought him herbs-many, and good, with which ou: Father planted a great grove that grew about him (for the sun was now waxen bitter hot) wherein he worshipped, offering in vessels of clay these seven ofterings : ? The first offering, dust ; The second offering, ashes ; The third offering, sand ; The fourth offering, bay-leaves; The fifth offering, gold ; The sixth offering, dung; The seventh offering, poison. With the dust he gave also a sickle to gather the harvest of that dust. ' With the ashes he gave a sceptre,…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 96

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…e Golden Fleece,’ The glory of the spring, The light of far Aea’s coast. Such glamour as befits a ghost. Before that glittering woof the Sun Shrinks back abashed in shame, The splendour of the shining one, One torrent-fleece of flame! What heart may think, what tongue may sing The glory of the golden thing ? 1 Colchis, a county of Asia, bounded on the | W. by the Euxine, on the N. by the Caucasus, and on the E. by the Iberia. Aeaea. . 2 The symbolism of the Fleece and its guardians is curious. The Fleece is of (7) Aries the Ram, the sign of the…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 133

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…n within the burning wheel. And now I lean with fevered will Across the carven screen of palm. All nature holds its function still ; The sun is mild; the wind is calm ; But on my ear the voices fall Distant, and irk me, and appal. Two men have sworn the solemn oath : ‘‘God and the king this dog blasphemed,” Two judges, just, though little loth, Weigh, answer. As on one who dreamed Comes waking—in my soul there groaned : ‘* Carry forth Naboth to be stoned !”’ Nine days! And still the king is sad, And hides his face, and is not seen. The tenth ! …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 18

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I2 ORACLES Far from sun, sea, and spring, from love or light, Imbedded in impenetrable night ; Deeper than ocean, higher than the sky, Vaster than petty loves that dream and die, Insatiate, angry, terrible for lust, Who shrivel God to adamantine dust By our fierce gaze upon him, who would strive Under our wrath, to flee away, to dive Into the deep recesses of his heaven. But we, one joy, one love, one shame for leaven, Quit hope and life, quit fear and death and love, Implacable as God, desired above All loves of hell or heaven, supremely wed, …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 145

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THE GOD-EATER 139 CRIOSDA. I see a lofty pyramid sun-white : Blaze in immaculate glory to the stars ; Its splendour of itself, since all is dark About, above. Thereon a countless folk, Multitudes many-coloured, grave and tall, Beautiful, make a beautiful murmur, move, In infinite musical labyrinths about. Them doth the soul of love inhabit, them The light of wisdom doth inform, them peace Hath marked and sealed her own. their lips Is one imagined silence like a sigh. Unanimous the hushéd harmony Flows forth from heart to mouth; and mouths bloom…

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…I have brooded, fled far to the wooded And desolate hills. Not there is the changing of voices That lament or regret or are sad, But the sun in his strength rejoices, The moon in her beauty is glad. As timeless and deathless time passes, And death is a hermit that dwells By the imminent masses of ice, where the grasses Abandon the fells. There silence, arrayed as a spectre, Is visible, tangible, near, To the cup of the man pours nectar, To the heart of the coward is fear: Though the desolate waste be enchaunted By a spell that bewilders and chi…

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