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…soul. My words create One glorious whole From the fragments divided 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 t…
1905 · PDF PAGE 55
…multiple mood That givest men birth And delicate food, Red wine to make mirth Of thine own red blood, And corn and green grass and sweet flowers and fruits most heavenly-hued ! Borne skyward in swoon By arrowy hours, Girt round of the moon And the girdling flowers, The sun for a boon, Sweet kisses of showers, O mother, O life, O desire, my soul is a bird in thy bowers ! , | My soul is caught 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…
1905 · PDF PAGE 63
…leaves dew-diamonded, The buds fresh-gleaming, star-blossoms, and shed Our scent and colour and song around thy sacred head? We that are flowers are kindled in thy praise, Even as thy song shed lustre and swift rays, Darting to brighten and open the folded flowers, The violet lifts its head, the lily lightens, The daisy shakes its dew, the pansy brightens, All cups of molten light upon the twilight hours. The poppy flames anew, the buttercup Glows with fresh fire, the larkspur rouses up To be the lark indeed amid the azalea bowers. Magnolia and…
1905 · PDF PAGE 32
…of her span ; No son that she bore Her spirit might scan ; But I, being born beyond Nature, have known her and yet am a man. Ye fieriest flowers, Life-stream of the world, In passionate bowers Of mystery curled, ct 33
1905 · PDF PAGE 45
…at 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 invoke ye united,…
1905 · PDF PAGE 23
…s. —Baxyat. Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze Bow themselves when he did sing. To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart— Fall asleep, or hearing die. —Henry VII. . « - vocalem temere insecutz Orphea sylvee, Arte materna rapidos morantem Fluminum lapsus, celeresque ventos, Blandum et auritas fidibus cano…
1905 · PDF PAGE 49
… petals All our limpid drops, and wraps Earth with green, as water settles On the rocks and in their gaps, Mossy rainbow-tinted maidens, flowers and fernshoots in their laps. ORPHEUS Low down in the hollows And vales of the earth, What eagle-sight follows Your length and green girth? Your light is Apollo’s, Diana’s your mirth! Come forth! I invoke ye, O rivers, I have watched your mysterious birth! THE RIVERS In the lowland gently swelling, Born and risen out of rain, Wide the curves and arrowy dwelling Where we rest or roll again. 50
1905 · PDF PAGE 56
…f varied delight. O how shall my lyre Divide thee, dispart Thy water and fire, Thy soul and thy heart, Thy hills that spring higher, Thy flowers that upstart, How quire thee, my limitless love, with a lewd and a limited art? A fortress, a sphere, An arrow of flame; Let thy children appear At the sound of thy name! In my silence uprear The sweet guerdon of shame! Be they choral to hymn thee, O mother, thy magic ineffable fame! Last birth of the Sun, Best gift of the giver, Thou surely art One! As the moon on the river, 57
1905 · PDF PAGE 139
… splendour swooning into sense, When from the bluest bowers And greenest-hearted hours Of Heaven thou smilest toward earth, a miracle of flowers! Down to the loveless sea Where lay Persephone Violate, where the shade of earth is black, Crystalline out of space Flames the immortal face! The glory of the comet-tailéd track Blinds all black earth with tears. Silence awakes and hears The music of thy moving come over the starry spheres. Wrapped in rose, green and gold, Blues many and manifold, A cloud of incense hides thy splendour of light; Hides …
1905 · PDF PAGE 129
Unto the flowers, think worthy to remember How the dust scattered from their fading ember Is their own sign and seal of fatherhood, Grey seas of sorrow sun-kissed into amber. Above me hangs the sun: horrid he hangs, A rayless globe of hell, shooting forth fangs Snake-wise to parch and burn my solitude, Nor leave me quiet lamenting, with these pangs Tearing my liver, more Promethean Than ever Titan knew—the sunbright span Of narrow water mocks me, brightening Far to the indigo Ionian. The sun hangs high, as in the Arabian tale Enchanted palaces …
1905 · PDF PAGE 122
…the house of Fate : Atropos cut, and pass to Clotho, and she Respin the shuttle in some other state. What shall it boot me now to gather flowers From this young hope to wile the angry hours ? That many thousand years shall pass, and show Eurydice again amid her bowers, Forgetting, and myself again be born, Clasp her grave beauty in the middle corn, Forgetting also: Time as fallen snow Blotting the mind and memory that adorn At least our present littleness: nor hope Of larger excellence, extended scope, Shall help me here, forgetting: nothing sk…
1905 · PDF PAGE 130
…g hours With memory of the long-forgotten bowers, Where loves resurged from cave and grove to throne, From nuptial banquet to the bed of flowers! Rather forget the near catastrophe, And turn my music toward Eurydice, Awake in day-dream all the ancient days, When love first blossomed on the springing tree ! Let me recall the days beyond regret, And tune my lyre to love, sharpen and set The strings again to the forgotten ways, That I may tread them over, and forget|! 131
1905 · PDF PAGE 128
… remains but the memorial urn Of deep red gold, less golden than did burn Once the strong breast: the ash within is shed, Dust given for flowers : what memory shall turn i 129
1905 · PDF PAGE 97
Save in blind eagle-fury and full flight, Pythian against the light, Writing in all the sea, the trees, the flowers, The many-fruited bowers, The lustred lilies and arboreal scent And fresh young element Of blood in every osseous vein of time, New senses more sublime! Should it not be that the ill days are past And my soul lost at last, Lost in thy bosom who art mother of all Ere the first was, to fall After the end. And then, O soul endued (In this my solitude) With all the thousand elements of life, Shall I not call thee wife ? O Muse long wo…
1905 · PDF PAGE 79
…ps across the glade Laughing, her bosom swelling with the milk Born of a million kisses: leaps her womb Pregnant with fruits, and latter flowers, and shade Of the great cedar-groves: soft, soft, as silk, Her skin glows amber, silvered with the bloom Mist-like of the moon’s light, A slumberous haze of quietude Shed o’er the hardy limbs, and lustihood, 80
1905 · PDF PAGE 144
Of music’s spell that binds me, as in Panic Dance to some grasp unthinkable, Titanic, Unto the words fresh flowers that distil Uttermost fragrance in the mind and will, The unsuspected blossom! Whatis the change—new birth of spring-time kisses Alonein all these water-wildernesses ? What change? what loveliness ! Comes this to all? I heard my sisters crying No tale like this—O! were I only lying Asleep amid the ferns, my soul would weep Over and over in its endless sleep; ‘Yes, love!” and “yes!” and “yes!” So by some spell divinely drawn She cam…
1905 · PDF PAGE 103
…e Or discreate, both in my bosom heaving: My lightest look is mother of a Fate: My fingers sapphire-ringed with sky are weaving Ever new flowers and lawns of life, designed Nobler and newer in mine olden mind. Iam: I am not, but all-changing move The worlds evolving in a golden ladder Spiral or helical, fresh gusts of love Filling one sphere from the last sphere grown gladder ; All gateways leading far to the above. Even as the bright coils of the emerald adder Climb one by one in glory of sunlight, climb My children to me up the steep of Time.…
1905 · PDF PAGE 102
Iam: 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 g…
1905 · PDF PAGE 62
…s wooing, Great Pan, that listens to the forest, suing Vainly His peace that dwells even in the desolate halls. The delicately-chiselled flowers nod, Look to the skies, and see thee 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…