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Page 1 of 11905 · PDF PAGE 146
… 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. Am I not his wife? I love him. N…
1905 · PDF PAGE 118
…desire, By swift magician power I might fly westward shod with wings of fire And find my love, and in her arms expire, Or wed her for an hour. (Not for an hour as man, but even as God Whose day is like an zon. _Love hath nor station, stage, nor period : But is at once in his inane abode Beneath the spring Dircean.) 119
1905 · PDF PAGE 112
…ower! Cast the dead laurel in the dust! The flower Of all the world is marred, the day’s desire Distorted in the eclipse, the sun’s dead hour. Let me fall down beside thee! Let me take The kisses that thou canst not give, and slake Despair in purposeless caresses, dire Shames fang-wise fastened of the eternal snake. Is there no warmth where beauty is so bright? No soul still flickering in the lambent light Still shed from all the body’s excellence? No lamp unchidden of the utter night? Cannot my life be molten into thee Or thy death fall with r…
1905 · PDF PAGE 88
…ift us again To the hoarier transept Where ages climb, And ruin is left Where the Gods said their rhyme. The deity-year (Whereof I am an hour) Shall be born and appear As the birth of a flower, Shall fade as they faded, The flower wreaths braided In maiden’s hair. The Gods shall fare As the children of Fear In the Fear-God’s Power, And their names disappear As the fall of a flower ! The universe-day (Whereof I am a second) Shall fall away And be no more reckoned; Shall fall into ruin. (Sad garden it grew in! ) Unguessed at, unknown, Beyond them…
1905 · PDF PAGE 70
… death Is part of my breath. My voices are many, Thy lyre is but one; But thou art not as any Soul under the sun! Thou hast power for an hour The motherly dower. 71
1905 · PDF PAGE 8
CONTENTS Complains of the antithesis of desire 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 woo…
1905 · PDF PAGE 67
…l we are shapen fair In many forms of grace, But change is everywhere, And time is all our share And all the ways of space. One lives an hour of day ; One even man’s life exceeds ; One loves to chase and slay ; One loves to sing and play ; Each soul to his own deeds! A share of joy is ours, A double share of grief ; So sum the many hours In many hopes and powers, All powers except the chief. 68
1905 · PDF PAGE 93
In the hour of vesper I change the key! I cry on Apollo to aid, I lift up my lyre on the sea. Thou reaper of fear, Accurst of mankind, I charge thee to hear, Deaf horror deep-mined In hell! O uprear - On the front of the wind ! I curse thee! Thou hearest my hounds of thunder that mutter behind ? How strange is the dark And the silence around ! Hardly the spark Of my silvery sound Moves, or may mark The heaven’s dim bound. How strange! I have sought him in vain—perchance not in vain have I found! No! Life thrills in me; Vibrates on the lyre; The…
1905 · PDF PAGE 111
…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
1905 · PDF PAGE 72
O hours of the day, And hours of the night, Pause now while ye may In your heavenly flight! Give answer and say, Have I called ye aright? Are the strings of my lyre as fire, the voice of my singing as light? THE Hours Darkness and daylight in divided measure Gather as petals of the sunflower, In many seasons seek the lotus-treasure, Following as dancing maidens, mute for pleasure, The fervent flying footsteps of the Hour. The sun looks over the memorial hills, The trampling of his horses heard as wind ; He leaps and turns, and all his fragrance…
1905 · PDF PAGE 99
…fore the passionless pale faces Shrined in exceeding glory, eremite. The tortoise skies in sombre carapaces Await the expression and the hour of birth In silence through the adamantine girth. I rose in glory, gathered of the foam. The sea’s flower folded, charioting me risen Where dawn’s rose stole from its pearl-glimmering home, And heaven laughed, and earth: and mine old prison, The seas that lay beneath the mighty dome, Shone with my splendour. Light did first bedizen Earth with its clusters of fiery dew and spray, When I looked forth and cr…
1905 · PDF PAGE 153
Nothing but love: in vain my thoughts evoke That light amidst the deadly night and smoke Of this dread hour: there’s nothing serves nor skills Here, since that -hateful “I” of me awoke, Making me separate from the wings of life. Nothing avails me of the cruel strife With my own being: hideous sorrow fills My heart—O misery! my wife! my wife! Stay ! if I cannot be the Absolute, Let me be man! discard the wailing lute And wake the lyre: the mightier than me Drag up the courage in me to dispute The battle with despair: awake the strings Stronger t…
1905 · PDF PAGE 76
… pain to tears, its peace to sing. The earth’s lips cling To the child’s bosom, and low smiles revive ; Love is new-born upon the golden hour, And all the life of all the exultant spring Breathes in the wind that wakes the world alive Into the likeness of a flower. 77
1905 · PDF PAGE 119
…f art: The same thought for the ointment and the knife— Oh lightning! blast the image of my wife _ Out of my mind and heart! How can one hour dissolve a year’s delight ? One arrow striking the full eagle-flight Drop him so swift, giving no time to die, No dusk to herald and delay the night? A serpent stung her sleeping: if the abyss ‘Know any cell more dolorous than this, Were there a sharper tooth to destiny Than this that strikes me in the dead girl’s kiss :— O if aught bitterer could be, could know, If nine-fold Styx could gather in its flow…
1905 · PDF PAGE 81
…y 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 awaiting the rep…
1905 · PDF PAGE 78
…e wise oak betrays her to her lover: She stumbles and falls prone: the forest noon Guesses life’s law ; all nature’s tune Tells that the hour is come when May must grow to June. -Then in the broad glare of the careless sun Apollo’s light is on her and within ; His shafts of glory pierce her one by one; His kisses darken, shivering and keen, Swift glories cold and clean Of that chaste bridal, and the earth gets gladness, Till the last winter’s traces Fall from the spring’s last cold wind—shining sadness !— And from the frail new faces Blushing t…