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THE GATE OF THE SANCTUARY. 57 The wind is amorous of the sea, The sea’s large limbs to its embrace Curl, and thy perfume curls round me, An incense on my eager face. I see, beyond all seas and stars, The gates of hell, the paths of death Open : unclasp the surly bars, Before the voice of him that saith : “ I will ! ” Droop lower to my knees ! Sink gently to the leopard’s skin ! I must not stoop and take my ease, Or touch the body lithe and thin. Bright body of the myriad smiles, Sweet serpent of the lower life, The smooth silk touch of thee def…
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42 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. We are one as the dew that is drawn By the sun from the sea : we are curled In curves of delight and of dawn, On the lone, the immaculate lawn, Beyond the wild way of the world.
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…NE. 15 Come ! Once again I call, I call, 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.
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…ingers to have woven, Too strong for mere archangels to have cloven With adamantine blades from the armoury Of the amazing forges of the sea : The folk that follow with undaunted mein The utmost beauty that their eyes have seen— O patient sufferers ! yet your storm-scarred brows Burn with the star of majesty : your vows Have given you the wisdom and the power To weld eternities within one hour, To bind and braid the North wind’s serpent hair, And track the East wind to his mighty lair Even in the caverns of the womb of dawn ; To take the South …
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…awning that run ! Flame, 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 !
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… O God, Thou art, alone, In many forms and faces manifest ! Thou, stronger than the universe, Thy throne ! Thou, calm in strength as the sea’s heart at rest ! ” But I have also answered : “ Let the groan Of this Thy world reach up to Thee, and wrest Thy bloody sceptre : let the wild winds own Man’s lordship, and obey at his behest ! ” Man has two minds : the first beholding all, As from a centre to the endless end : The second reaches from the outer wall, And seeks the centre. This I comprehend. But in the first : “ I can—but what is worth ? ” …
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56 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. TO LAURA. ISTRESS, I pray thee, when the wind Exults upon the roaring sea, Come to my bosom, kissed and kind, And sleep upon the lips of me. Dream on my breast of quiet days, Kindled of slow absorbing fire. Sleep, while I ponder on the ways And secret paths of my desire. Dream, while my restless brain probes deep The mysteries of its magic power, The secrets of forgotten sleep, The birth of knowledge as a flower. Slow and divine thy gentle breath Woos my warm throat : my spirit flies Beyond the iron walls of death, And se…
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…ready in the Gates of Dawn ; And I am come, albeit unaware, To the deep sanctuary : my hope is drawn From wells profounder than the very sea. Yea, I am come, where least I guessed it so, Into the very Presence of the Three That Are beyond all Gods. And now I know What spiritual Light is drawing me Up to its stooping splendour. In my soul I feel the Spring, the all-devouring Dawn, Rush with my Rising. There, beyond the goal, The Veil is rent ! Yes : let the veil be drawn.
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THE COURT OF THE PROFANE. 39 THE MAY QUEEN. (OLD STYLE) T is summer and sun on the sea, The twilight is drawn to the world : We linger and laugh on the 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 dov…
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…t on to the horizon as a ghost, Confront the dark. The cadent curve of Dian seems to swerve, Eluding helmcraft : let me drift away Where sea and sky unite their clamorous curve In praise of Day. Is it an edge ? Some spray-bechiselled ledge ? Some sentry platform to an under sky ? Let me drift onward to the azure edge— I can but die ! The moon hath seen ! An arrow cold and keen Brings some cold being from the water chill, Rises between me and the world—unseen, Most terrible. Dawns that unheard-of terror ! Never a word of The spells that chain il…
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…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 their faces, and be hidden. O steadfast, O mysterious bride, O woman, O divine and dead ! O wings immeasurably wide, O star, O sister of my bed ! O living lover, at my side Clinging, the spring, the fountain-head Of musical slow waters, whi…
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…le of green, I drew her to music and day, I led her the beautiful way To the land where the Winds lie between. So still lingers sun upon sea, Still twilight draws down to the world ; The light of my spirit is she, The soul of her love is in me ; Lithe kisses with music are curled. Like light on the meadows we dwell ; Like twilight clings heart unto heart ; Like midnight the depth of the spell Our love weaves, and stronger than hell The guards of our palace of art.
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…with pure balm the five mysterious wounds ! Come ! come away ! but not your mighty sounds ! O wind of all the world ! O silent river ! O sea of seas ! O flower of all the flowers ! O fire ! O spirit ! Beam thou on for ever Through æons of illimitable hours ! Kiss thou my forehead, let thy tender breath Woo me to life, and my desire to death ! I shall be ready for it by-and-by, That sharp initiation, when the whole Body is torn with sundering pangs, and I, The very conscious essence of the soul, Am rent with agony, as when the pale Christ heard …
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…t Her ? Shame had not found itself a name. Simply I knew it in myself. I brood Ten years—so seemed it—O ! the bitter food In my mouth nauseate ! In the silent hall One might have heard God’s sparrow in its fall. But I was lost in mine own solitude— I should not hear Mikhael’s trumpet-call. Yet there did grow a clamour shrill and loud : One cursed, one crossed himself, another vowed His soul against the quest ; the tumult ran Indecorous in that presence, man to man. Stilled suddenly, beholding how I bowed My soul in thought : another cry began. …
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…t starry girth. Yet, what is life ? The manhood in me wakes. The absolute desire hath hold of me. Death were most welcome in that solemn sea ; So bitter is my life. But carelessness Of life and death and love is on me—yes !
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…all the host of death. Turn to me, touch me, mix thy very breath With mine to mingle floods of fiery dew With flames of purple, like the sea shot through With golden glances of a fiercer star. Turn to me, bend above me ; you may char These olive shoulders with an old-time kiss, And fix thy mouth upon me for such bliss Of sudden rage rekindled. Turn again, And make delight the minister of pain, And pain the father of a new delight, And light a lamp of torture for the night Too grievous to be borne without a cry To rend the very bowels of the sky…
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…o wrong ? Art thou grown jealous of the fiery band ? Lo ! thou hast spoken, and thy strong command Bade earth and air divide, and on the sea Thy spirit moved—and thou must envy me ! Gird all thy godhead to destroy a man Whose little moment is a single span, Whose small desire is nothing—and thy power Must root from out his bosom the fair flower Of passion ! Listen to thine own voice yet : “ A rich man many flocks and herds did get, “ And took the poor man’s lamb.” Thou art the man ! Our love must lie beneath thy bitter ban ! Thou petty, envious…