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… the tender mother lips, Earth’s, that is lonely and old, Grown sad, fearful, and cold With bitter winter and the sun’s eclipse ; So the child slips From bough to bough between the weeping tress, And with frail fingers smooths and touches them. They murmur in their sleep: the moonlight dips And laughs, seeing how young buds catch life from these Child-kisses on the stem. The leaves laugh low, and frosty-footed Time Shoulders a lighter burden ; in the dale Some distant notes of lovely music climb, Thrown from the golden-throated nightingale, Pal…
1905 · PDF PAGE 8
… and power—'‘ Let the far music of oblivious years” . . Laments—‘‘ How can one hour dissolve a year’s delight” Tells of his wooing— ‘‘ / child-like medttative mood” Eurydice’s song—‘‘ O shape half seen of love, and lost” Continues the tale of his wooing—"* Such teene my falling bt snapped” Invokes Aphrodite—‘‘ Danghter of Glory, child” Continues the tale of his wooing —" I cage the lavish ore and sate” Eurydice’s song—" Who art thou, love, m what sweet name I quicken” . Continues the tale of his wooing—‘‘So by some spelt divinely drawn” Orpheus…
1905 · PDF PAGE 145
…orld, control The stately being of a soul? Just am I ever! Therefore know The unrevengeful law of woe That ye invoke. Thou seekest life, Child of my water! Thou a wife, Child of my sun! Draw living breath, Maiden, and gain the guerdon—death ! 146
1905 · PDF PAGE 75
…l groves of cedar, stain the glade; gleams mild The kirtle of the unweaned spring, stained blue From the blue breasts that suckle to the child. Through the new-leavéd trees The hidden stranger sees The moon’s sweet light, the shadows listening If a ghost-foot should fall: And if a ghost-voice call , Tremble the leaves and light-streaks of the spring. On wavering wing The small clouds gallop in the windy sky: The hoarse rooks croak and droop them to the nest: One sweet small throat begins to sing, Becomes the song, losing identity Ere its wail w…
1905 · PDF PAGE 86
…enfolding the green-woven sphere : Lastly, the burning year of flame and fume That burns men up in fire’s sepulchral womb. Fivefold: the child, the frail, the delicate: Then the strong laughing mischief: then the proud Fight toward manhood and the sense elate, Creative power and passion : then the loud Assertion of young will, the quickening rate And strength in blood, in youth with life endowed, And firmness fastening; the last lustre’s span Consolidates and shows the perfect man. Fivefold : the humour changes as his child Calls him first “fat…
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ORPHEUS Child of sweet rain, O fathered of frost! Bitterest pain The birth of thee cost. Passion is slain When wished of thee most. Come forth! I invoke thee, O hail, thou lord of a terrible host! THE HAIL My father was glad of me In places unseen; My mother was sad of me, Where wind came between ; Winter is mad of me, Earth is my queen ; Meadows are clad of me, Nestled in green. As pearls in the cloudland I slept; but I hear the loud call ; I obey it and fall! ORPHEUS Rain’s guerdon and daughter By sunlight’s spies Divided in water, O light-st…
1905 · PDF PAGE 43
…he grasses. Above, I am queen. These know thee ; I know thee, O master, I hear and obey. I follow thy lyrical sway. CORPHEUS O tenderest child And phantom of day! Gleam fitful and wild On the flowery way ! Blue skies reconciled To the kisses of clay! Come forth! I invoke thee,O dew! The maiden must hear and obey. THE DEW Life trembling on leaves, Sunrise shed in tears, Love’s arrow that cleaves The veil of the years, Light gathered in sheaves Of tenderest fears As dayspring enweaves My soul into spheres— I hear, and I nestle upon thee, O lyrist…
1905 · PDF PAGE 96
… light and fire of the sun, And the sobbing tune Of the moon, Wedded in cyclic bonds, Where fall the zon-fronds, Whose large bed bears a child (In its due period) Not merciful and not severe, Knowing nor love nor fear, But majesty most mild, Being indeed a God. Yea, let the very ray-hand of Apollo Lead me where none may follow 97
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…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 withdrawn. I hear the sweet…
1905 · PDF PAGE 14
…l lyre; The ways of creation are nought, If only, O mother, O Muse, I may measure Thy melodies in me again ! How wayward, how feeble the child Three watched from the stars at his birth ; Erato the fierce and the mild ; Polymnia grave ; and the girth Broad-girdled of gold and desire, Melpomene’s terrible lyre, That lifts up her life in the wild, The star-piercing pzan, and floats in mid-ether, and sinks to the earth. These three of the Muses were mine; They nurtured and knew me and kissed. Erato was hidden in wine; Polymnia dawned in the mist : …
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In child-like meditative mood I wandered in the dell, Passed through the quiet glades of the wood, And sought the haunted well, Half hopeful that its solitude Might work some miracle. The oaks raised angry hands on high: The willows drooped for tears: The yews held solemn ceremony, Magical spells of years. I saw one cypress melancholy, A prince among his peers. So, turning from the arboreal seat And midmost hollow of earth, I followed Hamadryads’ feet That made at eve their mirth To where the streamlet wandered fleet To show what time was worth…
1905 · PDF PAGE 94
…that seem past a man’s or a god's control. I, seeing the life Of the flowers renew, The victorious strife Of the spring run through, The child’s birth rife With loftier dew— I know the deep truth in myself ; see acacia in cypress and yew. Death is not at all! ’Tis a mask or a dream! The things that befall Only slumber or seem ! They fear; they appal— They are not as ye deem! Death died when I dipped my lyre in the sweet Heli- conian stream! Give praise to your lord, All souls that draw breath, All flowers of the sward! For the song of me saith:…
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…ith a long curl of hair, And the strange prayer’s reiterant growth Sent shining through the air. (Invoking Aphrodtte) Daughter of Glory, child Of Earth’s Dione mild By the Father of all, the A‘gis-bearing King! Spouse, daughter, mother of God, Queen of the blest abode In Cyprus’ splendour singly glittering. Sweet sister unto me, I cry aloud to thee ! I laugh upon thee laughing, O dew caught up from sea! Drawn by sharp sparrow and dove And swan’s wide plumes of love, And all the swallow’s swifter vehemence, 139
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… up In thy green-hearted waves. I drink at the cup Of thy sweet valley graves. My spirit may sup Slow tunes in thy caves. O hide me, thy child, in thy bosom, that the heart in me yearns to and craves. 56
1905 · PDF PAGE 118
As the old prophet on the child I fall And breathe—but no breath answers me at all. All of my kisses stir no blush, no sigh ; She will not hear me ever if I call! Let the far music of oblivious years Sound in the sea beneath! Are not its waters one with all my tears? Hath Atropos no comfort in her shears? No Muse for me one wreath? Were I now dead and free to travel far Whither I will, ah me! Not whither I must—were there no avatar Drawn like my love from some close kindred star? No shape seen on the sea? Were I now free of this intense desire,…
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…as rushing of fire; But I know not the lilt of thy lyre :— Thy voice is as deep as the sea; Thy music is darkness to me. Str. B CALLIOPE Child of Thracian sire, on me begotten, Knowest thou not the laughter and the life? Knowest thou not how all things are forgotten, Being with a maiden wife? How a subtle sense of inmost being Wraps thee in, and cuts the world away ; Sight and sound lose hearing and lose seeing, All the night is one with all the day? Hearken to her sighing! Life droops down as dying, Melting in the clasp of amorous limbs and ha…
1905 · PDF PAGE 146
…ze! Take thou the wife, Thou, who didst know. Her ignorance Resolve itself upon a chance! She shall decide the double fate. Be still, my child, and meditate ! This is an hour in heaven.” He ceased And I was silent. She released Her soul from that tremendous birth Of fear in gentle-minded mirth. “ Great Sir!” she cried, “the choice is made! An hour ago I was afraid, Knew nothing, and loved not. But I Know now not this you say—to die. Some doubtful change? An hour ago I was anymph. I did not know This change: but now for death or life I care not.…
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…am: that darkness strange and uterine Is shot with dawn and scented with the rose ; The deep dim prison-house of corn and wine, Flowers, children, stars, with flame far subtler glows Formless, all-piercing, death-defying, divine, A sweet frail lamp whose shadow gleams and shows No darkness, is as light is where its rays Cross, interweave, and marry with the day’s! I am: the heart that flames from central Me Seeks out all life, and takes again, to mingle Its passion with my might and majesty, Till the vast floods of the man’s being tingle And gl…