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…hy red hunger on the bleeding day, O tanreéd night ! till from thy mother maw We wrench the lion child of wonder and awe! — 26 — IX This wine is sovereign against all complaints. This is the wine the great king-angels use To inspire the souls of sinners and of saints Unto the deeds that win the world or lose. One drop of this raised Attis from the cead ; One drop of this, and slain Osiris stirs; One drop of this; before young Horus fled Thine hosts, Typhon ! — this wine is mine and hers Ye Gods that gaveit! not in trickling gonts, But from the …
1909 · PDF PAGE 24
…hon Into his hermit cell, her love entwining Into his life with spells that murmur on Black words! For one thing be you sure the same My wine is as the music of your name! Marden. Believe me, mystic maiden 0’ mine, That title shall assure the throne of heaven To you — the more so that your love divine That maidenhood to me hath freely given? Nor have I touched the ark with hands unholy, Nor with unsaintly kisses soiled the shrine: Nepenthe, amaranth, vervain, myrrh and moly Are deathless blooms about our chaste design. Not vou resisting, but my…
1909 · PDF PAGE 25
…ips can answer me, all fate to amerce In one mad kiss in all its mad completeness? O Gods and Muses ! give me grace for this To match my wine for sweet with Lola’s kiss. VII AMfine. ’Tis impossible, but so it is. My mouth is Lola’s and my Lola’s mine When in the trance, the death we call a kiss, Earth is done down, and the immanent divine Exists! Impossible! no mortal yet Suffered such bliss from the all-envious gods ; Whence we may guess we are immortal, set From the beginning over the periods Of ages, set on thrones of jasper and pearl, Wreat…
1909 · PDF PAGE 45
… 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
1909 · PDF PAGE 29
…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
1909 · PDF PAGE 20
…damant? Think you we shall not knead the utmost chaff Into a bread worth Heaven's high sacrament And from the bitter dregs of Hell’s own wine Distil a liquor utterly divine?
1909 · PDF PAGE 27
…nchaunted ears, And Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! swings My soul across to those inchaunted spheres Where Lola is God and priest and wafer and wine — O Lola! Lola! mystic maiden o' mine!
1909 · PDF PAGE 19
X We tread on earth in our divine disdain And crush its blood out into purple wine, Staining our feet with hot and amorous stain, The foam involving all the sensual shrine Of love whose godhead dwells upon your mouth Wherein the kisses clustering overflow With brimming ardour of the new sin’s growth Till round us all the poisonous blossoms blow, And all the cruel things and hideous forms Of night awake and revel 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 …
1909 · PDF PAGE 49
…ssuaged Desire. You rub your naked hody against mine: You madden me by blows and bites and kisses ; You make me drunken with your stormy wine ; We swoon, we roll into unguessed abysses Of torture and of bliss ; we wake and yearn, Doing violence on ourselves — anon weare slain, Slain 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 wel…
1909 · PDF PAGE 23
…ood 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 for ever sealed our bale and bliss. IT] Behold ! the elixir for the weeping wound ! Is it that wine that Avallaunius poured From the Red Cup when fair Titania swooned Before the wrath of her insulted lord? Is it the purple essence that distilled From Jesu’s side beneath the invoking spear? Or that pal…
1909 · PDF PAGE 73
…wn image, subtly glorified. White swan you were! not Zeus but Cerberus Hath ravished you; you brood on harpy eggs — Sweet sister! is the wine too sour for us? Wehave drunk deep — nay! nay! but to the dregs! And ail their bitterness is braver brew Than the dull syrup of the pious crew.
1909 · PDF PAGE 74
…now? It matters net. We know, This is enough, that we have slain the Sphinx, Worked out her wizardry, dissolved her doom; And though her wine be death to him that drinks We shall carouse for ever in the tomb. We drank bull’s blood and all our pangs immense Are better than eupeptic innocence.
1909 · PDF PAGE 68
…ones 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 great! —- TIE —