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…pture 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 the first floral kiss : ‘’ No happy end the gods have given for this ”.
…our 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
I] Save death alone! I see no happy end, No happy end for this divine beginning. Child! let us front a fate too ill to mend, Take joy in suffering for the sake of sinning. Ay! from your lips I pluck the purple seed Of that pomegranate sleek Persephone Tasted in hell; the irrevocable deed I do, and it is done. Naught else could be For us, the chosen of so severe a god To act so high a tragedy, the elect To suffer so, and so rejoice, the rod And scourge ofourown shame, thegilt and decked Oxen that go to our own sacrifice At our own consecrated sh…
XIV Behold! I have said. The destiny obscure Of this our deed obscure we shall not skry. We know " no happy end! — but we endure, 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 u…
XII There gods descend; there devils rise. We dance, Dance to the madness of the waning moon, Write centuries of murder in a glance, Chiliads of rape in one unearthly tune. There is the sacrament of sin unveiled And there the abortion of Demeter eaten, The potion of black Dione distilled, The measure of Pan by whirling women beaten. These are but symbols, and our souls the truth; These sacraments, and we the gods of them ; The sabbath incense curls to us to soothe Our spleen, engarlands us, a diadem For that unutterable deed that hurled Us, fla…
…t by Thy grace our ministrations may be used to bring them out of darkness into Light, by the virtue of our crucified Lord, risen and ascended, Thine only- begotten Son, in Whose name we ask this Thy blessing, For Jesus Christ's sake, Amen. The End
VIII You love me! trite and idle word to darken (With all its glow) the splendour of our sun! No soul of heaven or hell may hearken The unbearable device that we have done. Nor may Justine nor Borgia understand Nor Messalina nor Maria guess The infernal chorus swelling darkly grand That echoed us our everlasting ’ Yes! ’ Nor shall the Gods perceive to damn or praise The deed that shakes their essence into dust, Disrupts their dreams, divides their dreary days. Supreme, abominable, rides our lust Armed in the panoply of brazen youth And strength…
…in our revel, While in us rage the devastating storms Whose dam is Luxury and their sire the devil... It is well seen, however things intend, The Gods have given for this — no happy end. XI Crown me with poppy and hibiscus! crown These brows with nightshade, monkshood and vervain! Let us anoint us with the unguents brown That waft our wizard bodies to the plain Where in the circle of unholy stones The unconsecrated Sabbath is at height ; Where the grim goat rattling his skullsand bones Makes music that dissolves the dusk of night Into a ruddy f…
…; upsoared the sudden sun; The choral heaven woke; the aethyr flooded All space with joy that you and I were one. But in the dark and splendid dens of death Arose an echo of that jewelled song : There swept a savour of polluted breath From the lost souls, the unsubstantial throng That tasted once a shadow of our glory And turn them in the evil house to adore The godhead of our sin, the tragic story We have set ourselves to write, the sombre score Our daggers carve with poesy sublime Upon the roof tree of despair and crime! As we read Love and D…
…and reborn again to ache and burn : Aeon on aeon thunders through our brain. -—~ At last you see, my maiden? Kiss me! Kiss ! There is no end — happy or not — to this ! ~d Io | | VII There Is a respite — we must part anon. Short are the hours of sweetness : it is well. Could such a bout of murder carry on We should drink poison and awake in hell ; Or being but mortal, or nearly mortal, yield Exhausted spirit to the clamant flesh: The book of common love should be unsealed, And we be caught within the common mesh That catches common folk. O God !…
…, black dust and barren stones [.eap into green, so I whose epitaph Your passion writes, awake to live — to laugh! — 10 — Al Even to the end of all must I resist. New deaths, new births, each minute bolling oyer. I can go on for ever, an you list — Now, now! O no! I will not. O my lover! Spare me! Enough! Take pity! Mutely moans Your mouth in little sobs and calls and cries And catches of the breath, whose bliss atones In once for all the long-drawn agonies. Now that the pain swings over into pleasure, Now that the union which is death is done,…
…stream of stark black blood Trickling, the stream ofhate that glows and grips My lesser life within its sickening flood. Be pitiful, and end your cruelty ! Suck out the life of me, that I may die! an { O.f —— V O brooding vampire, why art thou arisen? Why art thou so unquiet in the tomb? Why hasthy corpse burst brilliant out of prison ? Whence get the lips their blood, the cheeks their bloom? Is there no garlic I may wear against thee ? No succour in the consecrated Host? ~ Nay, if thou slay not it is thou restrainst thee. I am the virgin, thou…
… took this simply as a fact — and He healed them. It is only the shocking atheism and materia- lism or modern science that, in an insane endea- vour to whittle away the miracles of our bles- sed Saviour, has sought to include “ possession ” in the category of disease. — VII — Our Lord had no doubts as to the reality of demoniacal possession; why should we, His humble servants, truckle to the Christless cant of an atheistical profession? The facts of this shocking case are familiar enough in the drawing-rooms of the West End. Both the characters…
…he poppy-fields. — They killed themselves with laudanum. Yahoos. — See Swift’s Voyage to Laputa, It is to be feared that the mad Dean intended to satirize mankind, the race for which the Lord of Giory died! Xalpere, vixduev, Rejoice, we conquer. It si really very extraordinary how Satan's blind- ness and fury possess them to the very end. Even as they died, maybe one fervent cry of repentance to the dear Saviour of all men would have been heard, and the gates of