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…in, Fed by river, stream, and fountain, Slain by sun, reborn of rain ; In the desert green-engirded, Lying lone in waste and wood, To my breast the many-herded Lowing kine in gracious mood Come, drink deeply, and are glad of me, my pleasant solitude. ORPHEUS From the breast of the snow As a life-swollen stream, Your love-rivers flow Soft hued as a dream, Adrift and aglow With the sunlight supreme. Come forth! I invoke ye, O torrents that fall in the mazes and gleam ! D 49
1905 · PDF PAGE 128
…Before they darkened, and the veil of death Shrouded their splendour: still there lingereth Some sad white lustre on the icy brows, Some breast-curve surely indicating breath, Some misty glamour of deep love within The eye’s cold gleam! some dimple on the chin Hinting of laughter: even now she seems A folded rosebud, where the ivory skin Closes the ripe warm centre flower, the mind, The spirit that was beautifully kind, The sense of beauty shadowed in deep dreams, Sent through the horn gates by some sleepy wind. All lingers: all is gone: a litt…
1905 · PDF PAGE 117
…one? Ah why not? but to hers as she lay sleeping By hate, not fate, quelled, fallen, and overthrown? She lies so pitiful and pure—and I, Breast to her breast, mouth to her mouth, I lie, Hand upon hand, and foot on foot, sore weeping— Can she not live again or I not die? 118
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…rought us to light ; The sound of him slaughters Our soul in his sight. We hear the loud murmur; we know him; we rest; We breathe in his breast. ORPHEUS By sunlight up-gathered As dust of his cars, By moonlight unfathered, Unmothered of stars, Unpastured, untethered, Unstricken of scars, Come forth! I invoke ye, O clouds! ye veils! ye divine avatars! 39
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…e of my pilot Steals soft to insist. O azure of sky, let Me pass to the tryst! I hear the low voice of my love; and I rest A maid on his breast. ORPHEUS Thou child of soft wind And the luminous air, Thou, stealing behind As a ghost, as a rare Soft dew, as a blind Fierce lion from his lair, Come forth! I invoke thee, O rain, look forth with thy countenance fair! THE RAIN From highland far drifted, From river-fed lawn, From clouds thunder-rifted, I leap as a fawn. The voice is uplifted, The lord of my dawn; My spirit is shifted, My love is withdr…
1905 · PDF PAGE 110
…th, but dreams, Eurydice ! Come back to me! O you that were my lover and my wife! Come back to life ! Come back, breathe softly from the breast of gold These arms enfold. Give me your lips and kiss me once! O wife, Come back to life ! Nay, let the wind but stir the silky hair, (God’s lesser air, Not His full blossom of woman’s breath!) O wife, Come back to life! III
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There our calm sides shield the mortal, Bears his bark our breast, and we Follow to the mystic portal Where we mingle with the sea. Every life of earth we list to: should not we then answer thee? ORPHEUS O sea mixt with zther In whirls that awake, Roar skywards and wreathe her Bright coils as a snake, In agony seethe her Sad cries for the sake Of peace—I invoke ye! Come forth! O spouts in the wave’s wild wake! THE WATERSPOUTS Whirling over miles of ocean, Lowering o’er the solemn sea, Hears our life the deep commotion That we know—thy witchery.…
1905 · PDF PAGE 111
…kissed me”—O Eurydice, Be good to me! There is not one sweet sigh of all the old sighs— Open your eyes! Not one warm breath of the young breast: no sleep Could be so deep. The last pale lotus opens to the skies. Open your eyes ! Lift the blue eyelids under the deep lashes Till one light flashes! Wake with one supreme sigh like the old sighs! Open your eyes! I cannot leave you so, Eurydice. Come back to me! Just in the triumph, in love’s utmost hour, Life’s queenliest flower— All shattered, overblown. Eurydice, Come back to me! 112
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…fe that burns low or rejoices, One song from the numberless throats. Where ice on my bosom is piled, Where palm-fronded islands begem My breast, where I rage in the wild White storms, where I lap the low hem Of earth’s mantle, or war on her crags, I am one, and my soul is in them. I am mother of earth and her daughter ; I am father of heaven and his son ; 54
1905 · PDF PAGE 149
… a soundless night, Lampless: a vivid flight Beyond the thrones and stars of heaven down hurled, Till the great blackness heaves An iron breast, and cleaves The womb of night, another mightier world. Lost is my soul, and faded The light of life that braided Its comet tresses into golden fire. Fade, fade, the phantoms of desire ! Speed, speed the song of love upon the living lyre! Lo! I abide not, and my lover's glory Abides not: in the swaying of those tides Gathers beneath some mighty promontory One mightier wave, deep drowns it, and abides. S…
1905 · PDF PAGE 80
…e fertility And glowing masteries Of autumn summer-shaded, The golden fruit of all the blossoming sky. And now the watcher to the bright breasts blind Loses the seemly shape, the loud swift song; “Now the moon falls, and all the gold is gone, And round the storm-caught shape hard gusts of wind Blow, and her leaves are torn, a flying throng Of orange and purple and red; the sombre sun Shines darkly in her breast But wakes no joy therein, And all his kisses sharp and keen Bring only now desire of rest, Not their old rapture: the warm violet eyes …
1905 · PDF PAGE 120
…rawls God-cursed throughout eternity? Nay! sure he lives, and licks his slavered lips, Laughing to think how the sweet morsel slips, The breast-flower of my bride; the dainty bit Fit for—ah God! the pearl-smooth blossom drips Poisonous blood that will not poison me, Though I drink deep its fierce intensity. My lips closed silent on her bosom’s light, The stung blood springs—like pearls beneath the sea Whose moony glimmer hath a purple vein Hidden—so I athirst of the sad stain Drink up her body’s life, as if to spite Its quiet, as if the venom w…
1905 · PDF PAGE 81
WINTER Know ye my children? From the old strong breast Not weary yet of life’s grey change, not drawn Into the utter peace of death, the rest Of the dim hour that lingers ere the dawn, Spring these that laugh upon thee. In the snow See forests bare and gaunt, Where wingéd whispers haunt, Lighting the dull sky with a slumberous glow; Hear the strange sounds of winter chaunt; Feel the keen wisdom of the winter thrill Young hearts with passionate foretaste Of death in some wild waste Of deserts darkening at some wild god’s will, Of frozen steppes …
1905 · PDF PAGE 61
We gather to the sombre sound, as spring Had whispered, “ Follow,” hiding in her wing Her glorious head and flowing breast of wine. Though in the hollow of her heart be set So deep and awful a fire, though the net Of all her robes be frail as we are fine, We gather, listening to the living lyre Like falling water shot with amber fire, And blown aloft by winds even to heaven’s desire. Deep starry gems set in a silver sea, Sullen low voices of dark minstrelsy, Light whispers of strange loves, of silver woven, Dumb kisses and wild laughter followi…
1905 · PDF PAGE 121
…r body blushed, Quite dead ! there is no single sob that stirs, No pulse of blood of all that filled and flushed Her cheek and mine, her breast and mine: and lo! How sunset’s bloom is faded on the snow ! . There is no laugh of all those laughs of hers, Those tender thrills of laughter I used to know. Nor in all nature weep the careless eyes, Nor any soul of life may sympathise, All I once was in this is torn and rended— Scorned and forsaken the lone lyre lies. Hath that not yet some sympathy with me? That lyre that was myself, my heart’s decree…
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…nd mock The nectared feast of Gods with its impassioned shock. Deep-mouthed, I, earthquake, wake in echoing thunder. I break my mother’s breast; I tear asunder The womb that bore me ; I arise in terror, Threatening to ruin her, crag, crown, and column, Reverberate music of that mighty and solemn Call of creation, Vulcan’s awful mirror. I rend the sky with clamour terrible, Shaking the thrones of earth and heaven and hell, Confound the universe in universal error. I sound the awful note that summons mortals, As I awake, to pass the dreadful port…
1905 · PDF PAGE 103
…e that solemn one Reigns in sound’s kingdom to express my station, Who, clothed and crowned with suns beyond the sun, Bear on the mighty breast of foam Thalassian, Bear on my bosom, jutting plenilune, Maiden, the fadeless Rose of the Creation ! The whole flower-life of earth and sky and sea From me was born, and shall return to me! I am: for men and beings passionate, For mine own self calm as the river-cleaving Lotus-borne lord of Silence: I create Or discreate, both in my bosom heaving: My lightest look is mother of a Fate: My fingers sapphir…
1905 · PDF PAGE 101
Vain are the light and laughter of man’s rhyme, Vain the large hymns, and soaring songs and psalters ! My face, my breast, .no soul of man uncovers, Nor is my bed made lovely with my lovers! I long for purple and the holier kiss Of mortal lyrist ; in these arms to gladden ; To take him to the spring and source of bliss, And in his vast embrace to rouse me, madden Once with the light of passion, not to miss Uttermost rapture till the sweet loves sadden To sweeter peace thrilled with young ecstasy— Ah! man’s high spirit may not reach to Me! Iam N…
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…ee for a God, O sightless lyre that wails, O viewless voice that calls! Thy sound is in our depth and in her womb, Far in Spring’s milky breast, in Autumn’s gloom, In Summer's feast and song, in Winter’s funerals. In the dead hollow of the hills there rings, Sharp song, like frost hissing on silver wings, Or like the swelling tune we listen to for Spring’s. We come, we mountains, crowned and incense-bringing, Robed as white priests, the solemn anthem singing; Or as an organ thundering fiery tunes. We come, we greener hills, and rend the sky Wit…