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THE GATE OF THE SANCTUARY. 71 A hollow voice from every quarter cries : ‘ O thou, zelator of this Paradise, Tell thou the secret of the pillar ! None Can hear thee, of the souls beneath the sun. Speak, or the very Godhead in thee dies. For we are many and thy name is One. The Godhead in me ! As a flash there came The jealous secret and the guarded name. The quest was mine ! And yet my thoughts confute My intuition ; and my will was mute. My voice—ah ! flashes out the word of flame : “ Eternal Beauty, One and absolute ! ” The overwhelming sweetn…
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…nd all my body crucified. Ofttimes the Spirit of the Lord Descends and floods me with his breath ; My words are fashioned as a sword, My voice is like the voice of death. The thunder of the Spirit’s wings Brings terror to the hearts of kings. A
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…I doubt If hell hath such another fire ; If God’s damnation can devise A lust to match these agonies. The desert wind my body burns, The voice of flesh consumes my soul ; My body towards the city turns, My spirit seeks its fierier goal ; In wells of heaven to quench my thirst, And take God’s hand among the first. I conquered self, I grew at last A prophet chosen of the Lord ; I blew the trumpet’s iron blast That called on Zimri Omri’s sword ; My voice inflamed the fiery steel That was to smite upon Jezreel. And now, I haste from yonder sands, W…
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…Who whispers then, “ O miserable fool ! This night thy might and majesty are ended ; Thy soul shall be required of thee ” ? I heard This voice, and knew it for my proper word ! Yes, mine own voice : the higher spirit speaks, Stemming the hands that guide, the arms that hold, Even the infinite brain : that spirit seeks A loftier dawn of more ephemeral gold— Ephemeral, and eternal : droop thine head, O God ! for thou must suffer this : I said ! Droop thy wide pinions, O thou mortal God ! Sink thy vast forehead, and let Life consume The miserable …
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…h 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 ! yea, my strong voice rolls, That martyr-cry of many slaughtered souls, Utterly potent both to bless and ban— I, I command thee in the name of Man ! He trembled then. And far in thunder rolled Through countless ages, through the infinite gold Beyond existence, grew that master-sound Into the rent and agonized …
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… high throne—they shook the firmament With foolish cheers. I knelt before the queen And wept in silence. Then, as it had been An angel’s voice and touch, her face she bent, Lifted and kissed me—oh ! her lips were keen ! Her voice was softer than a virgin’s eyes : “ Go ! my true knight : for thither, thither lies The only road for thee ; thou hast a prayer Wafted each hour—my spirit will be there ! ” Too late I knew what subtle Paradise Her dreams and prayers portend : too fresh, too fair ! I turned more wretched than myself knew yet. I told my …
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THE COURT OF THE PROFANE. 37 And slip half-conscious to the old embrace. And now you will not let me see your face Or hear your voice or touch you. Ah ! the hour ! He moves. Come back, come back, my life’s one flower ! Come back. One kiss before you leave me. So ! Stop—turn—one little kiss before you go ; It is my right—you must. Oh no ! Oh no !
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…ath 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 and said : “ Welcome, O Priest, to me ! I
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…aking My lips and throat where yon rose-glimmering hill, The Mountain of the East, its lips is taking To Thy life-lips : I hear Thy keen voice thrill ; Arise and shine ! the clouds of earth are breaking ! The clouds are parted : yes ! 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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THE HOLY PLACE. 87 This horror of great darkness. I am come Into this darkness to attain the light : To gain my voice I make myself as dumb : That I may see I close my outer sight : So, I am Here. My brows are bent in prayer ; I kneel already 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 stoo…
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…! Thy little span of life is sped, Sighed out thy little breath. The worm that never dies is thine ; the fire that lingereth ! ” “ Three voices has thy frame, Their music is but one. Fool-demon, slave of night and shame, That canst not see the sun ! I am the Lord thy God : make thou homage and orison ! ” The wild heads sank in fear : Then, troubled, to those eyes Remembrance crept of many a year, Barred gates of Paradise. Again the Voice rolled in the deep, mingled with murmuring sighs : “ I mind me of the day One came from Death to me ; His so…
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…ense 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 defiles, The lures and languors of a wife. Slip to the floor, I must not turn : There is a lion in the way ! The star of morning rise and burn : I…
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…ng, an oracle, a shrine, A saviour ! Yet my misty spirit conned The secret murmur : “ Gereth, I am thine ! ” I must have listened to the voice of hell. The earthly horror wove its serpent spell Against the Beauty of the World : I heard Desolate voices cry the doleful word “ Unready ! ” All the soul invisible Of that vast desert echoed, and concurred. The voices died in mystery away. I passed, confounded, lifeless as the clay, Somewhere I knew not. Many a dismal league Of various terror wove me its intrigue, And many a demon daunted : day by day…
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…t—the king, thy friend, Gives thee his sword to keep thee—Gereth, kneel ! “ I dub thee Earl ; arise ! ” And then there rings The queen’s voice : “ Shall my love not match the king’s ? Here, from my finger drawn, this gem of power Shall guard thee in some unimagined hour. It hath strange virtue over mortal things. I freely give it for thy stirrup’s dower. ” I left the presence. Now the buffeting wind Gladdens my face—I leave the court behind. Am I Stark mad ? My face grows grim and grave ; I see—O Mary Mother, speak and save ! I stare and stare …
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…hat awful mystery, its heart torn out, Palpitates on the altar-stone of life : That broken self, that hears the triumph-shout Of its own voice beneath the falling knife,
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…ur ! ” At the kindling word Up springs the dawn-light in the broken bowls ; Up leaps the glittering circle. Then I heard A hoarse shrill voice, as if some carrion bird Shrieked, mightier than the storm that rocks and rolls Through desolation : “ Thou hast known my Name. What is thy purpose, Master of the Flame ? ” I made demand : through long appalling hours Stayed he to tempt and try my adamant Purpose : at last the legionary powers Behind him sank affrayed ; his visage lowers Less menacing : his head is turned aslant
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…frame ! What poison drips Of slime and blood from his disastrous lips ! What oceans of decaying water steam For his vast essence ! And a voice rolls forth With miserable fury from that stream Of horror : “ Thou hast called me by the beam Of glory, by the devastating wrath Of thine accurséd godhead : tell me then My Name ! Thou hardiest of the Sons of Men ! ” “ Thy name is—stay ! thou liest ! I discern In Thee no terror that my spells evoke. Begone, thou wandering corpse of night ! return Into thy shadowy world ! My symbols burn Against thee, sh…
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…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 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,…