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56 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. Now still I stand entranced And the faint fires that danced Before the sunset like a vivid crown Of blood upon thine head, (O thou severe And strong, my lover, my delight !) Have all died down ; And in the darkness, clear As the dawn’s transient light Are thy lips, live at last ; Thine eyes, aflame at the red holocaust Of me thou gloatest over. See, I draw close, (O vital, murder-loving lover !) And all my being flows In a flood to my lips, and I kiss kiss kiss Madly, madly kiss, Out of rhythm, out of rime, Out of space,…
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THE RED STAR. 4I Of sun and rain. Arise ! The red gleam in thine eyes ! Up, up and slay ! 2ND SATYR Fair child, Laugh thou ; God honours thee (Look ! then, methinks, he smiled !) To condescend to bless That unripe loveliness. The acid of thine immaturity Shall be a sharpness in his mouth Cloyed with too clinging sweet Of the full-bosomed South. IST SATYR Beside those rose-fair feet Dimpled with fairy kisses There’s no bright-tinted bird In all the blue abysses Worth even a plumeless word. THE CHILD I do not like this place.
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…ted thee Co-victim with humanity. O mis-begotten, miscreate Dwarf as thou wast, the child of hate ; Thou who hast felt the sordidness Of thine own effect on thine own distress ; Art come thereby to the stature of man By my power, who am Pan. And by this death shalt laugh to know Thy father’s final overthrow. My soul the heights and depths has spanned. I hold the star-streams in mine hand. I am the master of life and death And of every spirit that quickeneth. Yea ! in the light of knowledge, Pan
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…chanted harp that playeth Melodies, melodies magniloquent of death. Yea ! o thou golden wan strange-smiling one, Thou art not only cold. Thine ivory came from fierce bull-elephants That trampled Persians in their battle-rage ; Thy gold was found by men most grave and sage Among the sands of a strange river. How my breast pants ! How my sides quiver ! Surely the breath of God is bubbling in These veins, their blood that held its calm discourse Lit with electric force By Him for whom I have done sin, Sin grievous against every part To purge the w…
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I2 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. EVADNE Chrysis ! could one weary of All thine opulence of love ? CHRYSIS I am fair ; I cannot fear. Was my tongue too eager, dear ? EVADNE Never, never, never ! Here, Coil the roses close, a cluster In the flax, the lyric lustre ! CHRYSIS In the white waves that carouse On the satyr’s beetle brows, Plait a wreath of laurustine With the broad leaves of the vine ! SALMACIS Sweet Lysander, now thou knowest All the oracle obscure !
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II4 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. ISSA Lie down, then ! On thine oath, no knavery ! JOHN Sleep well, dear master ! Kiss me ! ISSA Pah, young thickhead ! The door opens. No peace, saith someone somewhere, for the wicked ! Enter Magda. What is it now ? MAGDA If Rabbi Pip is gone, It’s Back to Bed ! Issa wearily rises. ISSA Then — Back to Bed with John ! JOHN What, wilt Thou go ? ISSA Yea, by the holy hem Of Aaron’s robe — off to Jerusalem ! He goes out, followed by the protesting pair.
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THE RED STAR. 43 And thou, his languid lover, Sank back into the arms of Zeus With thine head hanging loose, And the long curls adrip With the dew oozing from his lip. ALEXANDER So ! unto Thee ! Come hither, Child ! You must pass before Unto the land where all flowers wither And the sea hath never a shore. 2ND SATYR Ha ! he hath dashed the babe to die, And caught his first convulsive sigh. With a fierce kiss biting into his lips, As a storm-fiend tears the reeling ships. His fingers clutch the golden hair. The head goes back, and the neck is ba…
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THE RED STAR. 39 Steady I stare Into Thine eyes luxorious glare Swimming with lust — as if I were Some wandering Arab chief enthralled By a sphinx with eyes of emerald, As a bird fixed by an hissing asp, As a maiden in a giant’s grasp, As a mariner caught in the viewless iron And velvet vice of a singing siren ! I lift this blade to sheer In one deliberate sweep Of startling light All that man holdeth dear. From the sun’s high steep to the great deep Of unimaginable night To dive — I dive. Lord, now ! Pan ! Pan ! Accept the supreme vow ! The ma…
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… Ten groans of mine for every grin of hers ! What saith the prophet ? — “ Whited sepulchres ! ” JOHN Nay, Lord, the phrase unique is all thine own. ISSA Then write it down, an nothing less atone. And add — of all the itches that breed bile No itch beats the papyrus and the style. JOHN Hast thou no love for me, Lord ?
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…anguor rare ! For oh ! my lover, I never did see So goodly a company. HERACLITUS Wait but a moment — stand apart, Revolving the light in thine innermost heart ! Content not the soul with the skin of the grape ! — But the truer sense than the eye and the ear Make to appear ! CHRYSIPPUS Verily, master, I obey. I travel the exalted way. I pierce the sense ; I gain the goal, Distill the essence of the soul — HERACLEITUS I shroud thee in the web of wool. I lift the burden of the bull. Lion and eagle ! dart ye forth Into the cold clime of the North,
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…om the frenzy of yon nameless star. But who art thou Descending in a cloud of cherubim ? A moon-white sickle crowns that flashing brow ; Thine head like the wise bird Splendidly grim That utters that unutterable word ; Thy body like the bright sun in his strength ; And all thy virgin length Armed with the sword and balances, Gold as the ultimate galaxies — Thou art evanished. Surely the Presence of the Lord wast thou
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…t of all plagues wherewith a man is cursed, Take my word for it, woman is the worst ! JOHN Maybe, dear Lord, of all the words men say Of thine, that one shall never pass away. But what hath the wench done ?
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…EN OF EROS. I9 Even to the uttermost silence that may be Even in this vast circuit of eternity. So, o my golden charioteer, I creep Into thine arms, and dream the dream of sleep. He sleeps. Upon the still beauty descends from his tree the man-vulture. THE VULTURE Yaugh Waugh ! Butch ! this is terrible That all these people should be happy — Pss ! — Without a thought of Me ! Ga ! Ga ! the plague Rot them in hell ! Cramp ! Ague ! Pox ! Gout ! Stone — Hoo ! What shall I do to stop it ? It’s sin — sin — sin. I hate them. Oog ! I want them to go gro…
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…f hair As if a sow were wreathed with poppy-flowers. Pah ! I am sick of these delirious hours. John’s lips are cool like olive-oil — and thine, Even at the best, like some black stormy wine. MAGDA Oh beast thou art ! Didst thou not surely quicken me With child ? ISSA Thy lewdness and thy lowness sicken me. Nay, let the heavy-fringed purple lashes Lie still — my lust is burnt to bitter ashes ! The wrinkled eyepits black with grime and kohl Are like black bogs to suck away my soul. The coarse vermilion on thy cheeks is fire Of hell to blast the c…