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… and dryads call The satyr-company to the satyr-king. And all the light is over; but the sky Shudders with blanched light of the unrisen moon. The night-birds mingle their sad minstrelsy For daylight’s requiem: and the sea’s reply Now stirs across the land’s departed tune. The moon is up: the choral crowd of stars Shapen like strange or unknown animals, Move in their measure: beyond /Lolian bars The clustering winds, moving as nenuphars, Gather and muse before the midnight calls. The darkness is most deep in hollow dells. There, blacker than Co…
1905 · PDF PAGE 17
…t bore me, The sky peal my clarion of war! | As a warrior’s my chariot shall gyre ! As a lord I will sharpen the lyre! The stars and the moon shall adore me, Not seeing mean me, but Thyself in the glory, the splendidest star. Around me the planets shall thunder, And earth lift her voice to the sea; The moon shall be smitten with wonder, The starlight look love unto me. 18
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AUTUMN Full amber-breasted light of harvest-moon, And sheaves of corn remembering the sun Laughing 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, Trium…
1905 · PDF PAGE 75
…mesh. Last, glory of godhead! flickers, flames the fresh First faint frail rose and arrow of the dawn. SPRING Mild glimpses of the quiet moon, let through Tall 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 gallo…
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ORPHEUS O rolled on the river By might of the moon, Ye tremble and quiver, Ye shudder and swoon! The cities ye shiver: The ships know your tune. Come forth! I invoke thee, O eagre! dread rival of shoal and typhoon ! THE EAGRE Flings my single billow spuming Into midmost air the world, As the echo of my booming To the furthest star is hurled. Now I hear the lunar clashing That evokes me from the tide, Now I rise, my fury lashing, Rolling where the banks divide— I obey thee, I am with thee, Lord of Lightning, lotus-eyed! ORPHEUS In sacred grove, …
1905 · PDF PAGE 89
…s they swallow, And swamp in the gloom, Where Eternities follow Their biers to their tomb. ORPHEUS O Mother, O hollow Sweet heart of the moon! O matchless Apollo That granted the tune! Time’s children follow The strings that commune With Nature well cloven that comes to the lyre’s lilt silver-hewn. OT O bays of the wind, And shoreland of Thrace! go
1905 · PDF PAGE 39
…him: we come! We are sightless and dumb. ORPHEUS More frail than your friends, The clouds borne above, The light of thee blends With the moon and her love. Thy spirit descends As a white-throated dove. Come forth! I invoke thee, O mist, and make me a sharer thereof! THE MIST From valleys of violet My shadow hath kissed, From low-lying islet, A vision of mist, 40
1905 · PDF PAGE 90
…r a space, As I fling the loud sound to the sky, and the vaults of the Earth give place. O mystical tune Of a magic litten Of music, the moon, The stars unsmitten, The sun, the unhewn Stones deeply bitten By runic fingers of time, where decrees of the Fates are written| Time listens, obeys me; All Nature replies ; Nought avoids me, nor stays me, Not checks, nor defies. Tribute she pays me From seas unto skies. But Death—shall he heed me or hear? shall he list to the lyre and arise ? O thou who art seated, Invisible king, The never-defeated, The…
1905 · PDF PAGE 96
…Here to me reach, Making me singer Each unto each— Nature and Man made one In the 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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…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 55
…od, 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, that the heart in me yearns to and craves. 56
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…ced upon the light, and shed Her own sweet light between. But never a mortal joy might know, Hold never a mortal lover! Whose limbs like moonshine glint and glow, Throb, palpitate, and hover :— Pale sunrise woven with the snow Athwart a larchen cover! So danced she in the rainbow mist, A fairy frail and chaste, By moon caressed, by sunlight kissed, A guerdon vain and waste ; And the misery of her thankless tryst Stole on me as she paced. 138
1905 · PDF PAGE 99
…lusters of fiery dew and spray, When I looked forth and cried “It is the day!” _ The stars are dewdrops on my bosom’s space; The sun and moon are glances through my lashes, 100
1905 · PDF PAGE 80
…ess, and great might. Earth knows her daring daughter, and the sea Breaks into million-folded mystery Of flower-like flashes in the pale moonrise, Exulting also, now the sun is faded, | With joy of her supreme fertility And glowing masteries Of autumn summer-shaded, The golden fruit of all the blossoming sky. And now the watcher to the bright breasts blind Loses the seemly shape, the loud swift song; “Now the moon falls, and all the gold is gone, And round the storm-caught shape hard gusts of wind Blow, and her leaves are torn, a flying throng …
1905 · PDF PAGE 145
… How bursts the mountain-chasm asunder ? Whose voice reverberates in thunder Muttering what curse? The sun dissolves In anguish; the mad moon revolves Like a wild thing about its cage ; The stars are shaken in the rage Of—who but Zeus? Before our gaze, (My love’s in shuddering amaze, Of birth deceived and death forlorn, And mine in anger, ay! and scorn !) He stood—the mighty One! So earth And heaven proclaimed that fearful birth: So they grew silent lest he curse. Dead silence hushed the universe; And then in clear calm tones he spoke: “Fools! …
1905 · PDF PAGE 116
…olate of eternity! Let all the winds of air leave me, nor fan: Nor wash me all the waves of all the sea! Let all the sun’s light and the moon’s be blind, And all the stars be lampless to my mind, ' Until I see the destiny of man And span the cruelty that lurks behind Its beauty, and its glory, and its splendour !— The girl-babe’s face looks up to the mother tender, Looks for a kiss in dumb desire, and finds Her jaws closed trap-like to expunge and end her! 117
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…wned ! Folly and hate! Blithe mockery of sorrow ! Shrill me no harsh lies of some sweet to-morrow! Soothe me no hateful mysteries of the moon, How one life lends what other lives may borrow! 122
1905 · PDF PAGE 63
…low melody of light? Tuned without fingers, the wild woods lift high The wordless chant, the murmurous melody, The song that dwells like moon-enkindled night. We draw from low palm groves and cedar hills, From stern grey slumbers, for thy music fills All earth with unimaginable delight. Have we not brought the 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 a…
1905 · PDF PAGE 62
…tunes. We come, we greener hills, and rend the sky With happier chorus and the songs that die Or mix their subtle joy and being with the moon's. We come, we pine-clad steeps, we feathery slopes, With footfalls softer than the antelope’s. We listen and obey: the sacred slumberer swoons 63