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…spoil of me! I am: the universe grown old must bear A scion ere it sink to dzedal slumber. Thou art my strength, and I am only fair. Our kisses are as stars; our loves encumber With multitude the fields of space, and where Our kisses tune the worlds, their lives outnumber The moments of eternity : apart I am for ever: and, in me, thou art ! EXPLICIT LIBER PRIMUS 106
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…
…aughing again for love of that caress When night is fallen, and the sleepy swoon Of warm waves lap the shoreland, one by one ; Forgetful kisses like a dream’s possess All the low-lying land, And, statelier than the swaying form Of some loud God, lifting the storm In his disastrous hand, Steps the sweet-voiced, the mellow motherhood Glad of the sun’s kiss, full of life, well wooed And won and brought to his bed, Proud of her rhythm in the lusty kiss, Triumphant and exulting in the mood Wherein her being is Crowned with a husband’s head, And left…
…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, the manifold shape of the storm ! 46
…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 supreme, Light loves in a dream. 44
Ant. B ORPHEUS Mother, I have lain, half dead, half slumbering, Curtained in Eurydice her hair; Clothed in serpent kisses, souls outnumbering _ Dewdrops flung in spray through air. I have lain and watched the night diminish, Fade and fall into the arms of day, Caring not if earth itself should finish, Caring only if my lover stay ; Listening to her breathing, Laughing, lover-weaving All the silken gold and glory of her head, Kissing as if time Forgot its steeps to climb, Made eternity’s, one with all the dead. Sirny CALLIOPE Listen, then listen…
The heart’s whole fervour silently speeds to thee, Immaculate! and craves Thy kisses or the grave’s, Till, knowing its unworthiness to woo thee, Remembers, grows content With the old element, And asks the lowlier grace its earlier music meant. So, Lady of all power! Kindle this firstling flower The rainbow nymph above the waterfall Into a mortal shade Of thee, immortal maid, That in her love I gather and recall Some memory mighty and mute In love’s poor substitute Of thee, thy Love too high, the impossible pursuit! Then from the cloud a golden …
…ed lakes Whence the mist-tears uprise, That shed in sweet flakes The gleam of the skies, Whose countenance takes The bird as he flies In kisses, come forth! I invoke ye, O lakes, where the love of me lies! THE LAKES In the hollow of the mountain, In the bosom of the plain, 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 th…
… 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, that the heart in me yearns to and craves. 56
Kisses not mortal I lavished ; Out of the life of him ravished Life for the making of thee. Son, did I lose in the deed? Son, did the breasts of me bleed, Bleed for pure love? Did I see Zeus with his face through the thunder Frowning with fury and wonder? Love in Olympus is free— I have created a god, not a mortal of mortal degree. Ant. y ORPHEUS Hear me, O mother, descended To earth, from the sisterly shrine ! Hear me, a mortal unfriended, Save thou, in thy purity splendid Indwell me, invoke the divine! As sunlight enkindles the ocean, As moon…
With mortal joys and tears, Keen woes and blisses, Awake her faiths and fears, Her tears and kisses !” I caught the lavish lyre, and sate Hard by the waterfall, Twisting its sweetness intimate Into the solemn call Of many dead men that were great, The plectron’s wizard thrall. Thus as she danced, nor ceased, nor cared, I set the sacred throng Of heroes into acts that fared In Argo light and long, The foes they fought, the feats they dared, In shadow-show and song. (The play of Argonautae 1s shadowed before them by Orpheus’ malice might.) So fad…
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,…
…ght discover the Elysian ground, And find me waiting, find me sad and slow Pacing the green flower-lighted turf, and leap Into my body’s kisses, into sleep :— Sweeter this latter bridal than we found The first, now lost in time’s eternal deep. 127
…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 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
…f 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 rosier arms on me Or soul with soul commingle without…
… 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 came to me across the dawn, With open arms to me; and sobbed “Yes, love!” and “ Yes, love!” O how throb…
…derer phrase of musical Breezes: the stream-sought homes and solitudes Murmura little where the maiden moods Are sadder as the evening’s kisses fall. 74
…sire. 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 following: All these as lives of autumn and of spring We are: we follow across the rainbow cloven, A never-fading path of golden glory, Whereof the lone Leucadian promontory Holds one divinest gate: the other troven Far, far beyond in interlunar skies, Where the Himalayas stir them, and arise To listen to the song that swells our arteries. O moving labyrinth sun-crowned, dread maze Of …
… 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 through moss; and all the world is light With the unsufferably bright Full joy and guerdon of that sunny season By Love's sweet trap of treason. , So the bright girl is now…
…being tingle And glow, self-lost within my soul and sea Of love, and sun of utter light, and single Keen many-veinéd heart: our lips and kisses Marry and muse on our immortal blisses. Iam: the greatest and the least : the sole And separate life of things. The mighty stresses Of worlds are my nerves twitching. Branch and bole Of forests waving in deep wildernesses Are hairs upon my body. Rivers roll To make one tear in my superb caresses, When on myself myself begets a child, A system of a thousand planets piled! Iam: the least, the greatest: th…