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…for her, and hell, and death ; I see that ghastly look, and yearn Toward the brands of her that burn. Sleep shuns me ; dreams divide the night (My parched throat thirsty for her veins), That she and I with deep delight Suck from death’s womb infernal pains, Whose fire consumes, destroys, devours Through night’s insatiable hours. And altogether filled with love, And altogether filled with sin, The little sparks and noises move About the softness of her skin. Her pleasures and her passions purr, For the delight I have of her. Aching with all the …
1901 · PDF PAGE 26
… of me. The day’s pale countenance is lifted, The rude sun’s forehead he uncovers ; No soft delicious clouds have drifted, No wing of midnight’s bird that hovers ; Yet still the hard blind blue is rifted, And still my star and I as lovers Yearn to each other through the sky With eyes half closed in ecstasy. Night, Night, O mother Night, descend ! O daughter of the sleeping sea ! O dusk, O sister-spirit, lend Thy wings, thy shadows, unto me ! O mother, mother, mother, bend And shroud the world in mystery That secrets of our bed forbidden Cover t…
1901 · PDF PAGE 132
…l that flows from that supernal star, And holy fountains of the Influence. Bring peace, and strength, and quicken in my heart Mastery of night-fear and the day-flung dart. Yea ! from the limit of the fallen day, And barren ocean of ungathered Time, Bring Night, and bring Eternity, and stay With white wings pointing where tired feet may climb : Even the pathway where shed blood ran deep To build red roses in the land of Sleep. O guardian of the pallid hours of night ! O tireless watcher of the smitten noon ! O sworded with the majesty of light, …
1901 · PDF PAGE 76
…. I cast all thought and prudence to the wind : On, to the quest ! The cursed parrot hill Mocks on, on, on ! The thought is left behind. Night came upon me thus—a wizard hand Grasping with silence the reluctant land. Through night I clomb—behind me grew the light Reflected in the portal of the night. I reached the crest at dawn—pallid I stand Uncomprehending of the sudden sight. The river and the bridge ! The river flows, Tears of young orphans for its limpid woes. The red bridge quivers—how my spirit starts, Its seeming glory built of widows’ …
1901 · PDF PAGE 137
…s flit by ; The bloated goblins of the past ; Dim ghouls in soulless apathy ; Fates 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 t…
1901 · PDF PAGE 110
…cked with the terror of that deadlier birth. He swore : he vanished : the wide sky resounds With echoing thunders : through the blinding night The stars resume their courses : at the bounds Of the four watch-towers cry the waking hounds : “ The night is well ” : slow steals the ambient light Through all the borders of the universe At that last lifting of my strenuous curse. Slow steals the ambient light : white peace resumes In planet, element, and sign, her sway. The twisted ether shapes itself : relumes The benediction all the faded fumes Wit…
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THE HOLY OF HOLIES. 105 Ocean, and night that is not night, The mother-mediator. O sacred spirit of the Gods ! O triple tongue ! Descend, Lapping the answering flame than nods, Kissing the brows that bend, Uniting all earth’s periods To one exalted end. Still on the mystic Tree of Life My soul is crucified ; Still strikes the sacrificial knife Where lurks some serpent-eyed Fear, passion, or man’s deadly wife Desire, the suicide ! Before me dwells the Holy One Anointed Beauty’s King ; Behind me, mightier than the Sun, To whom the cherubs sing, A…
1901 · PDF PAGE 100
…E. ACRED, between the serpent fangs of Pain, Ringed by the vortex of the hurricane, Lurks the abyss of fate : the gloomy cave, Sullen as night, and sleepy as a wave When tempest lowers and dare not strike, gapes wide, Vomiting pestilence ; the deadly bride Of death, Despair, grins charnel-wise : the gate Of Hope clangs resonant : and starless Fate Glowers like a demon brooding over death. Monstrous and mute, the slow resurgent breath Spreads forth its poison : the pale child at play Coughs in his gutter ; the hard slave of day Groans once and d…
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THE HOLY PLACE. 85 THE NEOPHYTE. O-NIGHT I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean : I must stop, and pray One little prayer, and then—what bitter fight Flames at the end beyond 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, s…
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… I call, O perfect soul, to thee, With chants, and murmurs mystical, And whispers wiser than the sea : O lover, come to me ! The pall Of night is woven : fair and free, Draw to my kisses, let thy breath Mingle for love the wine of death.
1901 · PDF PAGE 106
…ll have a holier task, thy strength a goodlier stead.” Then I withdrew the light Of mine own Godhead up, As stars that close with broken night Their adamantine cup. I sought the solar airs : my soul on its own tears might sup. For in the vast profound Still burns the rescuing sign ; Beyond all sight and sense and sound The symbol flames divine. For He shall make all life, all death, His solitary shrine.
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…motionless dark seas ; it seems As if some gentle spirit stirred Their lazy brows with some swift word. So, in the secret of the shrine, Night keeps them nestled, so the gloom Laps them in waves as smooth as wine, As glowing as the fiery womb Of some young tigress, dark as doom, And swift as sunrise. Love’s content Builds its own mystic monument, And carves above its vaulted tomb The Phœnix on her fiery plume, To their own souls to testify Their kisses’ immortality.
1901 · PDF PAGE 103
…h’s gate, And blew the horn of Hell : Mad laughters echoing against Fate, Harsh groans less terrible, Howled from beneath the vault ; in night the avenging thunders swell. The guardian stood aloof, A monster multiform. His armour was of triple proof, His voice out-shrilled the storm. Behind him all the Furies 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 an…
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…e with the blood, for spite Of his downgoing, till I had made fair All glories of my master, I could bear To sink myself in the abundant night. O if these words were lightnings, and their flame Deluged the world, and drowned the seed of shame In these ill waters where alone Truth’s ark May float, where only lovers may embark, I were contented to abandon fame And live with love for ever in the dark. O
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…or of a world of light As beautiful as God’s, bend down to me, And whisper me the secrets of thy heart, That I may follow and dispel the night, And fight life through, a comrade unto thee, Under Love’s banner with the sword of Art ! O
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…es ! And there above I bathe in ether and self-shining light ; My soul is filled with the eternal love ; I am the brother of the Day and Night. I AM ! my spirit, and perhaps my mind ! But O my heart ! I left thy love behind ! W
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…ons, while the moon-rays lean To fan their silver ship. No sleep, but precious kisses In those pale wildernesses, Mark the dead hours of night, No sleep so sweet as this is, Whose pulse of purple blisses Beats calm and cool and light. No life so fair with roses, No day so swift to close is ; No cushion so reposes Fair love so sweet and slight. Sleep greets the morn and takes us ; The wood that wonders makes us Soft noises heard above. The sunny snake forsakes us, The noon sun lastly wakes us, To watch the wooing dove ; And day draws on delighte…
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…arpille en l’air, Monstre assassin, c’est ma cervelle, Mon sang et ma chair ! ” HY brazen forehead, and its lustre gloom, Great angel of Night’s legion-chosen chief, Beam on me like the hideous-fronted tomb, Whereon are graven strange words of misbelief ; Thy brazen forehead, and its lustre gloom. Sinister eyes, you burn into my breast, Creating an infernal cavern of woe, Where strange sleek leopards lash them in unrest, And furtive serpents crawling to and fro— Sinister eyes, you burn into my breast ! All hell, all destinies of death are writt…
1901 · PDF PAGE 105
… And slept the lonely sleep, Yet came He out alone : but then I thought I heard Them weep. “ He passed alone, above, Out of the Gates of Night ; Angels of Purity and Love Drew to my sound and sight. I heard Them cry that even there He fixed the eternal Light. “ I think beneath these groans, And laughters madness-born, Tears fell that might dissolve the stones That grind the accurséd corn. Beneath the deep, beneath the deep, may dwell the star of morn ! “ Therefore, O God, I pray Redemption for the folk That dread the scourging light of day, Tha…
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… lea, The light of my spirit with me, Sharp limbs in close agony curled. The noise of the music of sleep, The breath of the wings of the night, The song of the magical deep, The sighs of the spirits that weep, Make murmur to tune our delight. Slow feet are our measures that move ; Swift songs are more soft than the breeze ; Our mouths are made mute for our love ; Our eyes are made soft as the dove ; We mingle and move as the seas. The light of the passionate dawn That kissed us, and would not awaken, Grew golden and bold on the lawn, The rays o…