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Page 1 of 11901 · PDF PAGE 136
…, O thou Meteor Car, for my fire is exalted in thee ! Lighten the darkness and herald the daylight, and waken the sea ! Flame, O flame ! Crown Her, O crown Her with stars as with flowers for a virginal gaud ! Crown Her, O crown Her with Light and the flame of the down-rushing Sword ! Crown Her, O crown Her with Love for maiden and mother and wife ! Hail unto Isis ! Hail ! For She is the Lady of Life ! Isis crowned !
1901 · PDF PAGE 103
…ries whirl and all the Harpies swarm. The first face spake and said : “ Welcome, O King, art thou ! Await thy throne a thousand dead ; A crown awaits thy brow, A seven-sting scorpion ; for thy rod thou hast a bauble now.” The next face spake and said : “ Welcome, O Priest, to me ! I
1901 · PDF PAGE 112
…l-rejuvenescent air— New buds, young birds, so happy in the rare Fresh life of earth : myself am bound to sing, Feeling the resurrection crown me king. I am so happy as men never were. Of sorrow much, of suffering a share, Leave me unmoved, or leave me conquering. O miserable ! that it should be so ! Lord Jesus, Sufferer for the sins of man, Thou didst invite me to Thy shame and loss. And I am happy ! Pity me ! Bestow The right to work in the eternal Plan, The right to hang on the eternal Cross ! I
1901 · PDF PAGE 61
… beloved melancholy, Familiar bird ? O emerald star, deep beauty’s avatar, Are thy skies dim ? What throne is thine above ? Where is the crown of thee—thy sevenfold star, My heart of love ? Then from the clinging mist there came a singing, A dirge re-echoes to the poet prayer : “ I am their child to whom thy soul is clinging, I am Despair ! ”
1901 · PDF PAGE 137
…es imminent, and dooms aghast ! O Mother Mout, O Mother Night, Give me the Sun of Life and Light ! The shadows of my hopes devoured, The crown of my intent cast down, The hate that shone, the love that lowered, Make up God’s universal frown. O Lord, O Hormakhou, display The rosy earnest of the day ! The mighty pomp of desolate Dead kings, a pageant, moves along ; Dead queens unite in desperate, Unsatisfied, unholy song. O Khephra, manifest in flesh, Arise, create the world afresh ! The silence of my heart is one With memory’s insatiate night ; …
1901 · PDF PAGE 59
…s are melancholy, It speaks no word. Like to a star, deep beauty’s avatar Pales in the dusky skies so far above : Seven rays of gladness crown its passionate star, One heart of love. The fringing trees, marge of deep-throated seas, Move as I walk : like spectres whispering The spaces of them : let me leave the trees— It is not spring ! Spring—no ! but dying autumn fast and flying, Sere leaves and frozen robins in my breast ! There is the winter—were I sure in dying To find some rest ! 1 This poem is partially composed on Mr. Poe’s scheme of ver…
1901 · PDF PAGE 33
…t of hell, The ivory-barred mouth, that stung With unimaginable pangs) Shot out at me, and Hell fixed fangs. Her purple robes, her royal crown, The jewelled girdle of her waist, Her feet with murder splashed, and brown With the sharp lips that fawn and taste, The crimson snakes that minister To those unwearying lust of her. And all her woman’s scent did drift A steam of poison through the air ; The haze of sunshine seems to lift And toil in tangles of black hair, The hair that waves, and winds, and bites, And glistens with unholy lights. For lo…
1901 · PDF PAGE 97
…yond the darkling goal ? These are my passions that my feet must tread ; This is my sword, the fervour of my soul ; This is my Will, the crown upon my head. For see ! the darkness beckons : I have gone, Before this terrible hour, towards the gloom, Braved the wild dragon, called the tiger on With whirling cries of pride, sought out the tomb Where lurking vampires battened, and my steel Has wrought its splendour through the gates of death. My courage did not falter : now I feel My heart beat wave-wise, and my throat catch breath As if I choked ;…
1901 · PDF PAGE 131
…Y OF HOLIES. 119 The steep rude stair that mocks the hero’s might, Casts off the wise, and crumbles with the great. Yet from the highest crown no blossom fell, Save one, to bring salvation unto Hell. O angel of my spiritual desire ! O luminous master of the silver feet ! O passionate rose of infinite white fire ! O cross of sacrifice made bitter-sweet ! O wide-wing, star-brow, veritable lord ! O mystic bearer of the flaming sword ! O brows half see, O visionary star Seen in the fragrant breezes of the East ! O lover of my love, O avatar Of the …
1901 · PDF PAGE 52
… the whisper that purrs From those wonderful lips that are hers, From the passionate lips of a queen. A queen is my lover, I say, With a crown of the lilies of light— For a maiden they crowned her in May, For the Queen of the Daughters of Day That are flowers of the forest of Night. They crowned her with lilies and blue, They crowned her with yellow and roses, They gave her a sceptre of rue, And a girdle of laurel and yew, And a basket of pansies in posies. They led her with songs by the stream, They brought her with tears to the river, They da…
1901 · PDF PAGE 130
…blossom to a finer flower Until it serve to worlds and elements For aspiration in the nobler hour— Not mere repression, but the hope and crown Of fallen hierarchies no more cast down. O misery of triple love and grief And hope ! O joy of hatred and despair And happiness ! The little hour is brief, And the lithe fingers soothe the listless hair Less, and the kisses swoon to tenderer sighs And little sobs of sleeping ecstasies. No ! for the envy of the infinite Crushes the juice from out the poppy’s stem, And brown-stained fingers wring the petal…
1901 · PDF PAGE 134
…e my tongue, My tongue shall tune it too : my words endure As destiny decays : my hands are flung In prayer to Heaven ; nay, to mine own crown, To raise myself, and not to drag it down ! O holiest Lord of the divine white flame Of brilliance sworded in the temple sky ! O thou who knowest my most secret name, Who whisperest when only thou and I Make up our universe : bestow thy kiss : Arise ! Come, let us pierce the old abyss ! Rise ! Move ! Appear ! Let us go forth together, Into the solemn passionless profound, Into the darkness, and the thril…
1901 · PDF PAGE 102
…s locks extend A million flashing terrors : on his breast He bears a mightier cuirass : for his vest All heaven blazes : for his brows a crown Roars into the abyss : his mighty frown Quells many an universe and many an age— Yea, many eternities ! His nostrils rage With fire and fury, and his feet are shod With all the splendours of the avenging God. I see him and I tremble ! But my hand Still flings its gesture of supreme command Upwards ; my voice still dares to tongue the word That hell and chaos and destruction heard And ruined, shrieking ! …
1901 · PDF PAGE 47
…! Thou petty, envious God ! My king, be sure His brute force shall not to the end endure ; Some stronger soul than thine shall wrest his crown And thrust him from his own high heaven down To some obscure forgetful hell. For me Forsake thy hopes in him. We worship, we, Rather the dear delights we know and hold ; The first cool kiss, within the water cold