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1909 · PDF PAGE 21

Clouds Without Water

…re, Abiding as the Pole Star in the sky. You mix your life in mine — then soul in soul We shoot forth, meteors, travelling on and on Far beyond Space to some dark-glimmering goal Where never a sun or star hath risen or shone ; Where we shall be the evil light beyond time, Beyond space, beyond thought, supreme in deathless pang : Nor shall a sound tnvade that hall of crime, Only the champing of the insatiate fang Of the undying worm our love, fast wed Unto — no happy end, Behold! I have said. — Th — I] The Alchemist

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1909 · PDF PAGE 77

Clouds Without Water

…unset rose Her crimson raptures to the night of things ! How all the voices and the visions fail As we pass through into the silent hall Beyond the vapours and beyond the veil, Beyond the Nothing as beyond the Ail! Ah! then, our voice must also fail in this ; Our symbols are but shadows in the sun; Love’s self springs from the shadow of the kiss; Our bliss! O, that was hardly half begun ! We fight the Fate as we have fought the foemen. The poison takes us. — Xatoste vindiev. — 129 —— 0

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1909 · PDF PAGE 45

Clouds Without Water

…e you more Daily, and whether you are hither or hence. I adore you as I adore the holy ones That do abide exalted in their shrine Starry beyond mere splendour of stars and suns, Drunken beyond mere Dionysian wine. Thus do I hold you; thus F pray you hold Me as a secret and a blessed chrism That you have gained to adorn your house ofgold By some strange silent sacred exorcism. You have said 'I love you' — sacraments are true ~ I exchange the salutation. I love you The Black Mass

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1909 · PDF PAGE 76

Clouds Without Water

…ing of the lovely witch That shall excite our sleepy souls afresh, Anointing us with subtle drugs and suave, Vit for the grave, for love beyond the grave! -—— 126 — Xl Yor the last time, my Lola! Still the name Fills me with music, echoing afar Faint, like the rapture of some ghostly flame Rejoicing in some lone secreted star Beyond the visible heaven. Come to me! Come closer ! Is not this as close as death? Are we not one to all eternity Jewelled with joy? Mix me your subtle breath Into the words well-known and never worn, Into the kiss well-k…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 78

Clouds Without Water

…mouths still kissing, with our limbs Still twined, relax the ecstasy ! pass by To the abyss of night where no star swims ! On to the end beyond the prophecy ! Ah Lola mine! ” No happy end is this ” — I love you — ah! you love me — you love me! For we have passed beyond imagined bliss Into the kingdom of reality, Where we are crowned with flowers — yet closer creep! Sleep, Lola, now! I love you — sleep — ah, sleep! a 130 —- N otes

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1909 · PDF PAGE 27

Clouds Without Water

…! Nor needs a voice for speech, because he sings. What then of them who are most drunk together As you and I are, mystic maiden 0’ mine, Beyond Dionysus and his tedious tether, Beyond Kithairon and his topmost pine? Why, even now I am drunk who scribble amiss These lines, not thinking — save of your last kiss! XI So Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! peals, And Lola! Lola! Lola! echoes back, Till Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! reels The world in a dance of woven white and black Shimmering with clear gold greys as hell resounds With Lola! Lola! Lola! and heaven r…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 14

Clouds Without Water

Look! Look! upon the tripod through the smoke Of slain things kindled, and fine frankincense. Look — deep beyond the phantoms these evoke Are sightless halls where spirit stifles sense. There do I open the old book of Fate Wherein They’ pictured my delight and me Flushed with the dawn of rapture laureate And leaping with the laughter of ecstacy. Mine eyes grow aged with that hieroglyph Of doom that I have sought : the fatal end. That which is written is written, even if Great Zeus himself— great Zeus! — were to befriend. Even in the spring of t…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 53

Clouds Without Water

…ng into madness, Down sinking to content, O far and few The stars that follow our lofty pilgrimage Into the abyss of silence and delight Beyond the glamour of the world, the age, The illusions of the light and of the night. Wherefore accept these meteor flames that dance Pale coruscations to our brilliance! Vi The Adept

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1909 · PDF PAGE 42

Clouds Without Water

… our passion is too bitter-sweet? Because the acute and maddening melancholy Is stronger than the rapture when we meet? Because you weep beyond your own control Like to one wounded bleeding inwardly ? Because you are not the mistress of your soul Mighty enough to master fate and me? It cuts me to the heart to see the brine Not falling from your bad bewitching eyes, To feel you are weeping in the central shrine Whose woes the peristyle may not surprise, I want to treat you as a lover rather ; You make me lecture to you like a father! IX Write in…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 43

Clouds Without Water

Xx Keep on thanksgiving! We are tenfold blest Beyond others, simply having found each other. Were we to part for ever, breast from breast, Now, even now, there would not be another In all the earth that should not envy aright With plenty cause our short-lived happiness. No life can hold one half-an-hour’s delight Such as we had — this morning! Why then, bless, Biess all that lives and moves and hath its being ! Bless all the Gods, without omitting one! Bless all the company of heaven, agreeing To veil their fires to our stupendous sun! Bless al…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 80

Clouds Without Water

…is called Echolalia, a sure sign of ‘degeneracy’; or, as I prefer to think, a wickedness which has gone, dreadful as it sounds to write, beyond the Infinite Mercy of God. “ I will send them strong delusicn, ” Oriflamme. — How obscene is all this sym- bolism! THE HERMIT Myrrh — musk. — The perfumes of Sorrow and of Lust. Many prostitutes scent themselves strongly with musk, the better to allure their unhappy victims. Maid. — Proserpine, or Hecate. I think the latter, as Proserpine became wife of Hades. This disgusting sonnet seems to refer to th…

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