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…but Death. Give me thy life and strength, let us struggle for mastery, As the long shore’s rugged length that battles with the sea. I am thine, I am thine indeed ! My form is vaster grown, And our limbs and lips shall bleed on the starry solar throne. My life is made as thine ; my blessing and thy curse Beget, as foam on wine, a different universe. I foam and live and leap : thou laughest, fightest, diest ! In agony swift as sleep thou hangest as the Christ. My nails are in thy flesh ; my sweat is on thy brow ; We are one, we are made afresh, w…
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…rably dumb ; Waiting for the Impossible to come, Whether in mercy or damnation dire— I who have been all Beauty and all Power !— This is thine hour, Apollyon, thine Hour ! I, who have twice beheld the awful throne ; And, as it were the vision of a glass, Beheld the Mist be born thereon, and pass ; I, who have stood upon the four-square stone ! I, who have twice been One—! Woe, woe is me ! Lost, lost, upon the lifeless, deathless plane, The desert desolate, the air inane ; Fallen, O fallen to eternity ! I, who have looked upon the Lord of Light …
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… censer, Frankincense, saffron, galbanum, intenser ! Ornaments glisten. Robes of thy colour bind me for thy token. My voice is fuller in thine adoration. Thine image holds its god-appointed station. Lycian, listen ! My prayers more eloquent than olden chants Long since grown dumb on the soft forgetful airs— My lips are loud to herald thee : my prayers Keener to follow. I do aspire, as thy long sunbeam slants Upon my crown ; I do aspire to thee As no man yet—I am in ecstasy ! Hear me, Apollo ! My chant wakes elemental flakes of light Flashing al…
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…46. I MIGHTEIST Self ! Supreme in Self-Contentment ! Sole Spirit gyring in its own ellipse ; Palpable, formless, infinite presentment Of thine own light in thine own soul’s eclipse ! Let thy chaste lips Sweep through the empty aethers guarding thee (As in a fortress girded by the sea The raging winds and wings of air Lift the wild waves and bear Innavigable foam to seaward), bend thee down, 74
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THE HERMIT’S HYMN TO SOLITUDE 75 Touch, draw me with thy kiss Into thine own deep bliss, Into thy sleep, thy life, thy imperishable crown ! Let that young godhead in thine eyes Pierce mine, fulfil me of their secrecies, Thy peace, thy purity, thy soul impenetrably wise. II All things which are complete are solitary ; The circling moon, the inconscient drift of stars, The central systems. Burn they, change they, vary ? Theirs is no motion beyond the eternal bars. Seasons and scars Stain not the planets, the unfathomed home, The spaceless, unform…
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A LITANY I Black thine abyss of noon Flings forth the thunder-swoon. Smite us, and slay, Amoun, Amoun, Achiha ! II Thoth, from the starry space Flash out the splendid face ! Wisdom, immortal grace, Thoth, turn to usward ! III Deep, deep thy sombre Sea, Spouse of eternity ! Mother, we cry to Thee : Hear us, Mout, Mother ! IV Sound, sistron, sound afar ! Shine, shine, O dawning Star ! Flame, flame, O meteor Car ! Isis, Our Lady ! 69
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… SEED of Abel, eat, drink, sleep ! God shall smile complaisantly. Seed of Cain, in the muck-heap Crawl and miserably die ! Seed of Abel, thine oblation Sweet to Seraphim doth smell : Seed of Cain, shall thy damnation Ever find the bounds of Hell ? Race of Abel, see thy seed And thy cattle flourish more ! Race of Cain, for hunger’s need, Like a dog thy bowels roar. Seed of Abel, warm thy paunch At thy patriarchal hall ! Seed of Cain, on shivering haunch Squat in cave, despised jackal ! 49
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ELVINA Written at Eastbourne. Tune—“ German Evening Hymn.” WAS thy fault to be too tender ? Was thine error to be weak ? Was my kiss the chief offender Pressed upon thy blushing cheek ? Was it sin to press and press thee Till thy burning lips at last Madly kissed me ? How I bless thee, Now, for that superb repast ! All-consuming, all-devouring, All-absorbing, burnt the flame ; Burnt unchecked till, hotly showering, Passion disregarded Shame ! Was it sin—that moonlight madness ? Was our passion so accurst ? Sweetness damned to mother Sadness ? S…
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…; Mars, like the fire ! Fiercer our lips engage ; Limbs, eyes, ears gather rage ; Sharp grows desire. Hear thy short bitter cries ? Pity thine agonies ? Loose, though love tire ? Nay, neither hear nor spare ; Frenzy shall mock at prayer ; Torture’s red torch shall flare Till thou expire. IV Stars stud a cloudless sky ; Moon silvers blue ; Breeze is content to die ; Lightly falls dew.
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…The white limbs of thy sleep And my lips suck the lips Of the house of my dream, And press daintily deep, Till the joys are supreme That thine amorous mouth On the home of thy love Would exhaust the fierce drouth Of the rivers thereof, Till thy white body quiver With mystic emotion As the star-blossoms shiver On silvery river Rushed into the ocean ! O Lesbian maiden !
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I46 DHAMMAPADA To others’ failures, others’ sins done or good deeds un-done let swerve Never the thought ; thine own misdeeds, omissions,—these alone observe. Like to a lovely flower of hue bright, that hath yet no odour sweet So are his words who speaketh well, fruitless, by action incomplete. Like to a lovely flower of hue delightful and of odour sweet So are his words who speaketh well, fruitful, by action made complete. As from a heap of flowers can men make many garlands, so, once born, A man a-many noble deeds by doing may his life adorn.…
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…on ? But thou, who art Light, and above them, Who art fire and above them as fire, Shall thy sightless eyes not love them Who are all of thine own desire ? Immaculate daughters of passion, Shalt thou as they pass be past ? And thy people bewail thee, Thalassian, Lost, lost at the last ? III Nay, ere ye pass your people pass, As snow on summer hills, As dew upon the grass, As one that love fulfils, If he in folly wills Love a lass. Yet on this night of smiles and tears A maiden is the theme. The universe appears An idle summer dream Lost in the …
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…eper, even the cursed pariah, Hast taught by love the taste of heavenly fire ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Thou who on Death, thine old and strong leman, Begottest Hope—a charming madwoman ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Who knowest in which caves of envious lands God has hid precious stones with jealous hands ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Thou whose clear eye discerns the arsenals deep, Where the small folk of buried metals sleep ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Whose broad hand hides the giddy precipice …
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… didst rule, and in the night Of Hell, where conquered, dost dream silently ! Grant that one day my soul ’neath Knowledge-Tree Rest near thine own soul, when from thy forehead Like a new temple all its branches spread.
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… of the crowd, But in the farthest sea, the yet untravelled land. Where thou hast trodden, I have trod ; Thy folk have been my folk, and thine abode Mine, and thy life my life, and thou, who art thy God, my God. VII Draw me with cords that are not ; witch me chanted Spells never heard nor open to the ear, Woven of silence, moulded in the haunted Houses where dead men linger year by year. I have no fear To tread thy far irremeable way Beyond the paths and palaces of day, Beyond the night, beyond the skies, Beyond eternity’s Tremendous gate ; bey…
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…orth, My God, my lover, spirit of my heart, Heart of my soul, white virgin of the Dawn, My Queen of all perfection, come thou forth From thine abode beyond the Silences To me the prisoner, me the mortal man, Shrined in this clay : come forth, I say, to me, Initiate my quickened soul ; draw near, And let the glory of thy Godhead shine Through all the luminous aethers of the air Even to earth, thy footstool ; unto me Who by these sacred invocations draw The holy influence within myself, To strengthen and to purify my will And holy aspiration to t…
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…UMPTA CANIDIA 95 The legend, “ Here is beauty, here delight, Here the embraces of the Sons of Night ! Here love made more desirable than thine, Fiercer than light, more dolorous than wine. Come, sister, come ; come, lonely queen of breath ! Here are the lustres and the flames of death.” Hence I was whirled, as in a wind of light, Out to the fragrance of a loftier air, A keener scent, and rising unaware Out of the Palace of Luxurious Night, I came to where the Gate of Heaven shone, Battled with comet and with meteor. Behold within that crested H…
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…ot true, O mother, who hast held the lives of men Sucked down to thy swart bosom—O render not again ! Keep thou our life and mix it with thine eternal sleep : Rest, let us rest from passion there, deep ! O how deep ! Deep calleth unto deep, Amen ! hast thou no passion, thou ? Even now the white flames kindle on thy universal brow. I hear white serpents hiss and wild black dragons roll ; And the storm of love is on thee—ah ! shall it touch thy soul ?
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64 INVOCATION And make me one with thine abundant ray Of the vast ocean of the unmanifest Limitless Negativity of Light Flowing, in Jesus manifest, through space, In equilibrium, upon the world Illumined by the White Supernal Gleam Through the red Cross of Calvary : Come forth, My actual Self ! Come forth, O dazzling one, Wrapped in the glory of the Holy Place Whence I have called thee : Come thou forth to me, And permeate my being, till my face Shine with thy light reflected, till my brows Gleam with thy starry symbol, till my voice Reach the …
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…ing Ineffable, O Consciousness Divine I whose white Presence, even I, a god, A god of gods, prostrate myself and say : I am the spark of Thine abundant flame. I am the flower, and Thou the splendid Sun Wherefrom my Life is drawn ! All hail to Thee, For Holy, Holy, Holy, is Thy Name ! Holy art Thou, O Universal Lord ! Holy art Thou, whom Nature hath not formed ! Holy art Thou, the Vast and Mighty One ! O Lord of Darkness and O Lord of Light ! I see the Darkness fall as lightning falls ! I watch the Ages like a torrent roll Past Me : and as a gar…