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…and say “TI feigned, I lay Thus so you 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. Euryd…
1905 · PDF PAGE 41
ORPHEUS Cold lips and chaste eyes Of frost-fall that leap, That shake from the skies On the earth in her sleep Kiss nuptial, arise As the lyre-strings sweep! Come forth! I invoke thee, O frost, the valleys await thee and weep. THE FROST So silent and wise In her cerement clothes, So secretly lies My soul in my snows; T awake, I arise, For my spirit now knows The first time in her eyes That a voice may unclose My petals: I hear it; I come; I clasp the warm ground In my passion profound. ORPHEUS In valleys heaped high, In drifts lying low, Swift …
1905 · PDF PAGE 147
… that gigantic phantasy. I turned to my Eurydice Even as she turned. The faint breath glows,— The lightning of a living rose. The bright eyes gleam—night’s spotless stars Glimmering through folded nenuphars. The red mouth moves, still to the word: “Yes, love!” and “yes, love!” Then I heard No sound and saw no sight—the world Folded its mighty wings, and curled Its passion round us; bade forget The joy with which our eyes were wet. All faded, folded in the bliss ; Unfolded the first fadeless kiss. Then my soul woke, not sundering lips, But winge…
1905 · PDF PAGE 76
Whence timid eyes look far, Even where her kisses are Awaited by 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 love…
1905 · PDF PAGE 45
Seven petals that slaughter The menace of Dis, Come forth! I invoke thee, O rainbow, thou maid of the myriad eyes ! THE RAINBOW In multiple measure The flowers of us fold The scarlet and azure And olive and gold, Hyperion his treasure Of light that is rolled In music and pleasure Unheard and untold. We are kisses of light and of tears, love’s triumph on . fear. We obey: I am here! ORPHEUS Dim lights shed around me In many a form Like lovers surround me :— O tender and warm ! They hunt me, they hound me; They struggle and swarm— Come forth! I in…
1905 · PDF PAGE 34
…mbs, Lissome that clamber Like god-reaching hymns ; The flame in its chamber Of glory that swims, The spirit and shape of the fire, mine eyes with fine dew that bedims ! 35
1905 · PDF PAGE 132
…space Between twin rocks confined, Carven like Gods for poise and grace, Like miracles for mind: Each fashioned like a kissing face, The eyes for joy being blind. The waters widened in a pool, Broad mirror of blue light. The surface was as still and cool As the broad-breasted night. Engraven of no mortal tool, The granite glistened white. As if to shield from mortal gaze A nymph’s immortal limbs, 133
1905 · PDF PAGE 93
… have I found! No! Life thrills in me; Vibrates on the lyre; The Fates still spin me Their thread of desire : Still, woo and win me Soft eyes, and the dire Low fervour of sensual phrase, song kin to the nether- most fire! 94
1905 · PDF PAGE 135
…iles quiver! Beneath the waves his life represses For ever and for ever! I knew the danger of the deed The while enrapt, I gladdened. My eyes upon the dancer feed As one by daylight saddened After long night whose slumbers bleed, By dreams deceived and maddened ! It might be—the delusive dance, The shadowy form I saw, Apollo’s misty quivering lance Thrown to elude God’s law ; It might be—doth the maid advance, Evanish, or withdraw? So stung by certainty’s mistrust, Or tranced in dream of sin, Or blinded by some Panic dust, By Dionysian din — De…
1905 · PDF PAGE 128
Remembrance of some immortality Affirmed if not believed: alas for me That might not interchange the last sad vows, Nor close the blue eyes clearer than the sea 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…
1905 · PDF PAGE 151
…ting the snows of heaven-born hills, Enamelling the mountain rills With light’s chameleon-coloured dyes; So shone the love-light in grey eyes, Changing for laughter and for tears, Changeless for joy of myriad years. This, this endures; there is no lover, No loved one; all the ages cover These things from sight: but this abides Floating above the whelming tides Of time and space: abides for ever Whether the lovers join or sever. There is no change: the love exists Beyond the moment’s suns and mists In me, abiding: and I see No lover in Eurydice,…
1905 · PDF PAGE 80
…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 Melt into sweet hot tears: subtler the sighs Are interfused of death ; And the bright looks grow duller, And fear is mingled with love's ecstasies Again, and all her breath Fails, and the shape and colour Fade, fail, are lost in the sepulchral seas. F! SI
1905 · PDF PAGE 77
…shless before Artemis. In strange exulting bliss The maiden stands, full-grown, with bounding breasts Bared to the noon, and narrow Keen eyes, that glance, dim fires that veil their crests To flame along the arrow Aimed at some gallant of ten tines perched high Branching against the sky His cedar-spreading horns: erect she stands, Holding in glimmering hands A silver bow across the shining weather, While, bound in pearl-wrought bands, . Her bright hairstreams; shedraws the quivering feather Back to the small ear curved: with golden zone Gatheri…
1905 · PDF PAGE 142
…he world of sense Opened so swift and so intense Unto the being. Thus she stood Impatient on the patient flood With wonder waking in her eyes. Thus the young dove droops wing, and dies, In wonder why the wingéd thing Loosed from yon twanging silver string Should strike, should hurt. But now she wakes, Wreathes like a waterfall of snakes The golden fervour of her hair About the body brave and bare Starred in the sunlight by the spray, And laughed upon me as I lay Watching the change: First dawn of fire First ghost of nightfall’s grey desire 143
1905 · PDF PAGE 82
…rhyme revolves and shrills and drags Their limbs insane they smile and call it love, Or, mocking, call it hatred: it is Fate. These grey eyes close to the deceitful dream Of death that will not take the tired for ever. Again, again, revolves the orb; the stream, The dew, the cloud, the ocean, and the river. My magic wand and cup and sword and spell. Languish, forgotten fears. The cup is filled with tears ; The sword is red with blood ; the pentacle Builded of flesh ; the wand its snake-head rears Swift energy: my labour is but lost. I, who thus…
1905 · PDF PAGE 121
… ! . 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 And ruler, subtle at the dawn, and splendid Noonwards, and soft at day’s declivity! I flung it in my anguish to the ground. I raise it, and its music hath not found One string or snapped or loosened, …