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… secret over me. ; . Worse than this sickening fog of solitude? Your silence was the dumb despair of hell; gees os Who can do worse than take away the sun? Who read it right read love. Strange cruelty, 4 ; They better had take care, I think. One da That who would die for you, sweet murderess, y * . ; . We shall go mad, and take ourseives away. Should find his comfort in your bitterness! 6 , _ 9g — — 39=
1909 · PDF PAGE 45
XVI Let me take leave of you as heretofore With solemn kiss and sacred reverence ! I love you better and I love 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…
1909 · PDF PAGE 18
…our lust Armed in the panoply of brazen youth And strength, since, if we are Hell’s, Hell’s wormis Truth. IX Weare still young enough to take delight In wickedness for wickedness’ sole sake. Eve did not fall because she knew aright The fruit an apple, but the snake a snake. Nor shall we sink among the foolish throng That seek an end, but rise among the few Who do the strong thing because they are strong And care not why they do, so that they do. Therefore we wear our dread iniquity Even as an aureole, therefore we attain Measureless heights of …
1909 · PDF PAGE 56
IV Should I take pleasure in the fond perfume That curls about my altars? in the throats That chant my glory in the decent gloom Of lofty minsters? Shall the blood of goats And bulls and men send up a fragrant steam To me, who am ? Shall shriek of pythoness Or wail of augur move this dreadful dream To some less melancholy consciousness ? I have created men, who made them gods Of their own excrements, and worshipped them. I cannot match these calculating clods Vho twist themselves a faecal diadem From all the thorny thoughts that plague them mas…
1909 · PDF PAGE 15
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…
1909 · PDF PAGE 75
…zure steep; At ease, at peace, to woo her for a wife! His white horse waiting quietly without Let him push gently the delicious door And take us. We have lived. How should we doubt Or fear? we have lived well. For ever more We must be well. The cypress cannot daunt, Nor the acacia’thrill; we are content To wander in the shadowy groves, to haunt The dark delight of our own element ; Or — could we send a messenger — to tell Our brothers of the happiness of Hell! — 125 — 5
1909 · PDF PAGE 39
… age! So Regent’s Park may seem to hot desire; So the archangel gets a cabman's wage; So all the aeons that pass still leave one time To take one’s lunch at the appointed hour — This is the difference between prose and rime And this the great gulf fixed for leaf and flower. The British public grunts and growls and grovels, Swilling its hogwash of neurotic novels.
1909 · PDF PAGE 68
…ths, 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, The wine of bliss roils out in brimming measure. The moon is dead — all glory to the Sun! Now, now! Oh no! Oh no! I penetrate — I pierce. Enough. God! God! how Thou art …
1909 · PDF PAGE 66
…ou know that if you loose me, never again Will TI be such a fool. I wonder how T ever took this destiny of pain. Loose me! You dare not. Take your eyes away! You dare not. O you laugh! Youtrust your power There you are wrong — but had you turned to-day I would have murdered you within the hour. Yes! you do well — you know the dreadful weight Pale silence sheds, not Atlas could uplift. You know the spell to conquer love and hate, To win the world and win it at a gift. You are afraid of that then — had you spoken You fear the spell upon me had be…
1909 · PDF PAGE 7
… a sure sign of the last days ; that He will shortly come — whose fan is in His hand, wherewith He shall throughly purge His floor — and take us His saints — however failing and humble we may be — to be with Him in His glory for ever and ever, while those who have rejected Himburn in eternal torment, with wailing and gnashing of teeth, in that Lake of Fireand Brimstone trom which — thank God! He in Hisinfinite mercy hath delivered us. But until that happy day we are bound to work on silently and strenuously in His service. May the perusal of th…