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…To dream — your mouth achievesitsluscious rape — I fall back — you are on me — I am dead. Could it be better? For I surely know That you will follow me adown the deep When I lay pen and paper by, and go Into the ardent avenues of sleep : — There also we will drink the appeasing wine, Lola, my Lola, mystic maiden o’ mine! III The Hermit
…ears you and yet itches —- You know it — for some master malison. Perhaps you mean to let me go? Ah sweet ! How seven times sweet if you will let me go — Oh! Oh! I want to worship at your feet. Why do you stab me with a smiling ‘‘ No”? Say ‘‘ no” at least — to see you sitting there So dumb is madness — why then, let me go! I will —- and you sit quiet — did you dare? To everything the answer still is ‘ No! ” You coward! Coward! Coward ! let me rise! — I cannot bear the hunger in your eyes. — 106— VII You are afraid of me — I see it now. You know…
XII This is an effort of prophetic skill Not passing range of human calculation. A woman gets exactly what she will If she keeps willing it sans divagation. To have me secretly and altogether Yours is your will — unless your kisses lied. Sooner or later we shall slip the tether And all the world before us deep and wide Gape like the abyss, through which we fall to find Strange equilibrium without support, Strange rapture without sense, and void of mind Strange ecstasies that mock the name of thought. Sooner or later, Lola ! Circumstance Bows be…
…orth any gadfly ever sent from her! ver-enamelied grass ; While the moon lasts; then plunge in trackless woads' Call upon Aphrodite! she will send PINE WD ETACETCSS WO ms Slay beasts unheard-of and blaspheming kings! No sparrows from her prudish Paphian home! Mingle in madness with strange sisterhoods! Call upon Artemis! She will not bend Dare black Aornos with Daedalian wings! To lift you from your seas of bitter foam! oo, All words! words! there’s a hunger to express Nay! wrap yourself and rub yourself in silk! ° press The infinite pangs, the…
VIIl Even that taunt has left you smiling still, And silent still — and that is ten times worse. Where is my will, my adamantine will? Curse God and die? I can nor die nor curse. Ah, but I can. The agony extends — Iam wrapt up all in an equal hell. There is a point at which emotion ends. Tam come through to peace, though pain yet swell Its paean in my every vein and nerve. Try me, o God, convulse me to the marrow ! I am its element ; I shall not swerve. Lam Apollo too; I loose one arrow Swift enough, straight enough to conquer you. O Sphinx! Ga…
… happen again, And” Hitherto the Lord hath helped us ”, dear: “History repeats itself” -—- which makes it plain That ’ Evermore the Lord will help us. " Fear And sorrow are folly; you must sleep o’ nights (Try reading me!) and I can promise you You will awake to more divine delights ‘Than ever in the world you guessed or knew. Stick to it! One fine day you'll find on waking ing! Me in your arms, and — oh! your body aching: — 6 —
…ad it ; to meditate on it has been a terrible shame and trial; to issue it, much against my own poor human judgment, in obedience to His will, has been a still harder task; were it permitted me to ask a recompense, I would ask none but that of His divine blessing upon my fellow-labourers in His great field. The Manuscript
…s I; this mystery is ours. These blood-bought bastards of futility Can never know us, fair and free-born flowers. So they may say — they will — of you and me: '- These poets never know green cheese from chalk: ‘This is the sort of nonsense lovers talk.” Thy
…! let our voices lifted Proclaim to all the Masters of the Aeon : We love each other! let them meditate Awhile on that glad cry, and you will see How they consult, and smile, and hint to fate That none can mar so holy a destiny. We love each other! loud and glad ; let heaven zind all the gods be deafened! Sing, O sing! We love each other! through the storm-cloud riven Let the wild anthem of our triumph ring! Hark! the glad chorus as we drag the stars In chains behind our mad colossal cars ! — 48 — IV The Thaumaturge
…of the Maker. I love, and you are wise ; our spirits dance A merry measure to the music moving In waves through that mirific brilliance. Will you first tire of wit, or I of loving: Tire? O thou sea of love, thy ripples run Into themselves, to my serener sun! AIT! For you I built this faery dome of words And crowned it with the cross of my desire. I circled it with songs of blessed birds And cradled all in the celestial fire. The stars enfold it ; the eternal sun And moon give light; nor clouds nor rain intrude ; Only the dews of Dionysus run In…
…tilled sublime; The mighty yoni spreads its chastity Against the assaulting gods of space and time. Rather be Phoedra than Semiramis | I will deny you, though you doom to dare To abdicate, and risk the spirit kiss In the embraces of the wanton air. Why should we cast our crowns to gods unborn ? Why yield our bleeding garlands till the hour When to ourselves we seem a shame and scorn And seek some craft to span a statelier power? Not for a while evoke that sombre spell ! The present still exceeds the possible.
XII How the yahoos will rage and rave about Our sloughs! ’ Appalling double suicide ! " 'Osrible detiles '. In the world without We never yet consented to abide. What should we care, within this cave of bliss, This ocean of content, wherein we dive And play like dolphins, for the horrid hiss Of blow-flies ? Nay, they never were alive! O the sweet sleep that fastens on these brows! O the enchauntment of this dreamy god, My mystic sister, my mellific spouse, That shepherds us with his hermetic rod Into the flowery folds of love and sleep Where we…
IV We knew enough to wake to choral rapture All answering Nature: I will swear the sun Came out; you saw the moulting trees recapture Their plumage, and the green destroy the dun. Nothing could jar; the British workman took A kindly interest in our kind caresses; The loafing nursemaid and the musing cook Agreed with us entirely. Love impresses Its seal upon the world; is skilled to wake The sympathy of everything that lives. Kindliness flows, not venom, from the snake; The trodden worm dies duly — but forgives. The cabman asked four shillings f…
… no queen! But, o thou red mouth curving In kisses that bring blood, shall I be alone? What of the accomplice of these deeds unswerving? Will not your dead hot hisses match mine own? As here your ardours brand me bone and marrow Biting like fire and poison in my veins, Shall you not there still ply your nameless harrow, Mingle a cup from those our common pains To intoxicate us with an extreme pleasure Keener than life’s, more dolorous than death’s Till these infernal blisses pass the measure Of heaven’s imagined by the tremulous breaths Ot sill…
…t. You ache — you burn — you dizzy me with blows — You call me coward and eunuch, who say No. Volcanic child ! upon your masking snows I will not raise my rod, that forth may flow Torrents of blazing lava, that shall hiss And roar, and ruin all the glad green world. I like the attack of your seducing kiss, The lashes of your love about me curled, Better than slack delight and murmuring sigh — Flowers by the road to sad satiety.
…ods and men, these laws, these hieroglyphs And sigils of my fancy seem to spire In worship up mine everlasting cliffs I built between my will and my desire. They reach me not ; I made a monstrous crowd, Innumerable monuments of thought, But none is equal; this high head is bowed In vain to the wise God it would have wrought, Had not — Who sitteth on the Holy Throne Thereby must make himself to be alone. II] See! to be God is to be lost to’God. That which I cling to is my proper essence; Nor is there aught at any period That may endure the horro…
XII XIII Wherefore I duly will invoke the God For truth it is, my maiden, we have had Of Tears that he may mingle yours and mine, Already more than our fair share of pleasure. Water therewith Life’s unresponsive sod, The good god Dionysus ivy-clad And raise therefrom some sickly growth of vine Hath poured us out a draught of brimming measure. Whose grape shall yield a bitter draught of woe Let us then rather give the lustiest praise Fit for the assuaging of a deadlier thirst Our throats can sound than pray for further favour; Than Attis knew or…
…the hurt Done to our love by shame the dragon of ill With his allies the fear, that wars begirt With clouds, and that sad sceptic in the will That sneaks within our citadel, that steals The keys and opens stealthily the gates When we are sleeping, when the dawn conceals Its earliest glimmer and our blood abates Awhile its tide ! O mystic maiden o’ mine, Did I not warn you of the insulting foes? Blind worms that writhe for envy, pious swine~ That gnash their teeth to espy the gold and rose Out flaming like the dawn when kiss for kiss Passed and …
…ia. ‘ And if the King lke not the comedy ” (Twine in your hair the fallen gardenia!) ‘“ Why then, belike he likes it not, pardie! " What will the “ King’’ — the British Public — say When they perceive their sorrow was my fun, Their Hecuba my mocking Brinvilliers? * I neither know nor care. What we have done We have done. Admit, though, you are rare and rich! This palely-wandering knight has found a flame Both merciless and beautiful, you witch! ' You play the game, and frankly, as a game! This is the hour of prattle — tell me true! I have never…
…; But place that head upon a pyramid Of snaky lightnings, lest — but that shall be Alwaysa secret between you and mie. —_ y i Or, an you will, evoke me as the Sphinx With lion’s claws, bull’s breast, and eagle’s wings ! You are my riddle, and the answer sinks Below the deep essential base of things, Rises above the utmost brim of thought And bubbles over as impatient song. Yet ‘ We are one ” is all, and allis naught; And this one “ one”, and “all”, and “naught " The whole content of our imagining, [shall throng The great arcanum in the adytum h…