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…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, While the strong fever fought uncon- quering With native coolness of her life, o’er- worm Or poisoned ; thus I fought the long forlorn Battle all day, until the evening Brought back sweet health on sleep and noiseless wing : Strong love of the long battle was re- born. The child slept elsewhere that she might sleep well. Therefore, not fearing anything, I came ; _ Lit my lov…
1906 · PDF PAGE 13
…here 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 in the dusk to dwell By the sweet water-well In the wood’s deepest dell Where—my love knows. III. Skies are grown redder far; Tempest draws nigher ; Dark lowers a single star ; Mars, like the fire ! Fiercer our lips engage ; Limbs, eyes, ears, gather rage; Sharp grows desire. Hear thy short bitter cries? Pity thine agonies? Loose, though love tire? Nay, nei…
1906 · PDF PAGE 115
…maidens, slender, strong, Daughters 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 s…
1906 · PDF PAGE 116
…ven 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 into sleep, From sleep to death, from gold to gray, Deep as the skies are deep } O let me fall from death to dre…
1906 · PDF PAGE 85
…ld her fast, And made her curse her own lock’s cruelty. So by her beauty and my love we swore, And by the light within mine eyes, by her Sweet shame: that never so we sunder again. But she: ‘‘ You swear ‘by thy bright face’ in vain; ‘ By thy sweet self’ you grow a perjurer; Who have shamed my face and made me but an whore.” THE THIRTY-FOURTH DAY. ‘* Ben. Stop there, stop there. Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.” Romeo and Jultet. SWEET are the swift hard struggles ere the kiss, When the frail body blushes into tears, an…
1906 · PDF PAGE 53
… ; While yet unsatisfied with lusts, there con- quereth him the Iron King. As the bee gathers nectar, hurts not the flower’s colour, its sweet smell In no wise injureth, so let the Sage within his hamlet dwell. To others’ failures, others’ sins done or good deeds undone let swerve Never the thought; thine own misdeeds, omissions, —these alone observe. Like to a lovely flower of hue bright, that hath yet no odour sweet, So are his words who speaketh well, fruitless, by action incomplete. Like to a lovely flower of hue delightful and of odour swe…
1906 · PDF PAGE 135
… The last despairs of day. Oh ! closer yet and closer yet The pearl of faces grows. The hair is woven like a net Of moonlight round me : sweet is set The mouth’s unbudded rose. Oh never! did our lips once meet The dream were done for ever, And death should dawn, supremely sweet, One flash of knowledge subtle and fleet Borne on the waveless river. VOL, II. And therefore in the quiet hour I rose from lily pillows And swiftly sought the jasmine bower Still sleeping, moonlight for a dower, And bridal wreaths of willows. And there I laid me down aga…
1906 · PDF PAGE 111
…sole king of song.| ORPHEUS. My song breaks baffled on the rocks of time If thy bewitching beauty be the theme. MEDEA. Sing me thy song, sweet poet, of the sea, That song of swimming when thy love lost sense Before the passion of the Infinite. JASON. The more so as my master warns me oft Of late how near that island is, where dwell The alluring daughters of Melpomene. 1 The ‘‘ fable" is Crowley's own, ORPHEUS.! Light shed from seaward over breakers bend- ing Kiss-wise to the emerald hollows : light divine Whereof the sun is God, the sea his shr…
1906 · PDF PAGE 113
…of of flowers ; Forgets itself, content to be Between the moon and sea. No passion stirs their depth, nor moves ; No life disturbs their sweet dead loves ; No being holds a crown or throne; They are, and I in them, alone : Only some lute-player grown star Is heard like whispering flowers afar ; And some divided, single tune Sobs from the sea and moon. Amid thy mountains shall I rise, O moon, and float about thy skies? Beneath thy waters shall I roam, O sea, and call thy valleys home? Or on Daedalian oarage fare Forth in the interlunar air? Imag…
1906 · PDF PAGE 42
…ning 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 am I, when I say I languish? Who is she, if I call her mine? And the fool…
1906 · PDF PAGE 72
…e not: either way I understand. To me—to live is Christ ; to die is gain: For I, I also, I shall come again. THE FIFTH DAY. ‘Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine.” Richard Il. ALL thought of work is almost cast aside. I followed like a dog the way she went, Speaking but seldom, very well content To day-dream, oft imagining a bride, A wife, a lover, even a sister, tied By some soft bond of twinning: thus I blent A real joy with a brighter element Of fancy free to wander far and wide. For as I followed by the shore and bended Over her foots…
1906 · PDF PAGE 19
…iors of either part. Jesus would lure me: from His side the gleaming torrent of the spear Withdraws, my soul with joy and fear waits for sweet blood to pour its tide Of warm delight—in vain! so cold, so watery, so slack it flows, It leaves me moveless as a rose, albeit her flakes are manifold. He hath no scent to drive men mad; no mystic fragrance from his skin Sheds a loose hint of subtle sin such as the queen Faustina had. Thou drawest me. Thy golden lips are carven Cleopatra wise. Large, full, and moist, within them les the silver rampart, w…
1906 · PDF PAGE 78
… Shine out in your face and be shed, A ruby that flashes and hovers and droops and is dead. As a saint in a vision half hidden I see the sweet face in a mist, A nimbus of glory unbidden That shades you or shows as you list. But I, as a bridegroom, unchidden, may kiss—and am kissed. In the light and the manifest splendour That shows you in darkness a bride, Pale blossom of moonlight and slender, A lily that sways in the tide, A star that falls earthward to bend her sweet breast to my side :— No depth of the darkness may shield you From eyes that…
1906 · PDF PAGE 36
…e terrible than death; But thou art in the above, and my wings feel no wind’s breath. ) Thou art all too fierce and calm, too bitter and sweet, alas ! Thou weavest a cruel charm on my soul that is as glass. I know thee not, who art naked; I le be- neath thy feet Who hast called till my spirit achéd with a pang too deathly sweet. Thou hast given thee to me dying, and made thy bed to me. I shiver, I shrink, and, sighing, lament it cannot be. I have no limbs as a God’s to close thee in and hold : Too brief are my periods, and my hours are barren o…
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…nd soul from soul To new strange passions in unholy lands, Where love’s breath chars and scorches like a coal. So she is dead to-day—the sweet bells toll A lost, lost soul, a soul in Satan’s bands, A lost, lost soul ! ODE TO VENUS CALLIPYGE.! WHERE was light when thy body came Out of the womb of a perished prayer? Where was life when the sultry air, Hot with the lust of night and shame, | Brooded on dust, when thy shoulders bare Shone on the sea with a sudden flame Into all Time to abundant fame? Daughter of Lust by the foam of the sea! Mother …
1906 · PDF PAGE 131
… 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 vineyard sweet and clean, Now the dog Naboth mocking me With rude curt word and mouth obscene Wried in derisidn—well relied Dog's insoleneéson monarch’s pride. Ah, friend! Some winds may shake a city ! Some dogs may creep too near a feast ! Thou, reckoning on my scorn, my pity, Thine own uncleanness as a beast : Wilt thou not take thy count again? Seest thou the shadow on my brain? It grows, it grows. Seven days slide …
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…ws There was some horror grown to it for kin; Some final leprous growth that took my brain, Weaving a labyrinth of dullest pain From the sweet scarlet thread I thought 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 pl…
1906 · PDF PAGE 120
…new his youth. ALCESTIS. Our father! MEDEA. You have guessed aright, my child. Your father must abandon his old age And—by my magic—find sweet youth again ! DANAIDES. But this is very difficult to do. MEDEA. For me such miracles are merely play, Serving to while away the idle hours While Jason hunts—— ALCESTIS. Hlow grand it were to see Our aged father rival the strong youths In feats of great agility ! MEDEA. Agreed ! But surely you should work the charm your- selves. For children magic is a blithesome game! DANAIDES. Dear lady ! teach us how …
1906 · PDF PAGE 93
…down! The sword alone may win the crown! JASON. Ye languish wretched in the tyrant’s rule? WOMEN. Most happy are we, King. But change is sweet. JASON. A short-lived omen of success to me. WOMEN. Nay, but adventure and the prophecy! JASON. I see I have but small support in you. WOMEN. Not so, great Jason ! Had I suffered much, My spirit had been broken to the scourge, Now, being strong and happy, with what joy I cry: Evohe! Revolution! I have grown weary of this tiresome peace. JASON. I promise you intense unhappiness.
1906 · PDF PAGE 63
…fe from its burden of ills, Ever resolving the circle revolving To peace of the hills. And dark is Her breast and unlighted ; But a warm sweet scent is expressed, And a rose as of sunset excited In the strength of Her sunless breast. Her love is like pain, but enchanted : Her kiss is an opiate breath Amorously panted : Her fervours last granted Are sorrow, and death. Nor death as ye name in derision The change to a cycle of pain, To a cycle of joy as a vision Ye chase, and may capture in vain. Endeth you peace, and your change is Like the chang…