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1905 · PDF PAGE 96

Orpheus

G! O Nature, my mother, Heart melted on heart At last! Not another, Not any shall part Thy soul from my art. How should it be otherwise, Sister divine, Lover, my mother wise, Wiser than wine? Seeing I linger Here on the beach— Let God’s own finger 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, Bu…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 26

Orpheus

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…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 59

Orpheus

Dim shadows of groves Of Demeter adorn The waves and the woods of the earth, the heart of the mother forlorn. Caves curved of the wind, Deep hollows of earth, Whence the song of the blind Old prophet had birth, The caves that confined Deep music of mirth, Thy caves, O my mother, are these not a gem in thy virginal girth ? Ye mountains uplift As an arrow in air; Ice-crowned, rock-cliffed, Snow-bosomed bare, I give ye the gift Of a voice more fair. Leave echo, and wake, and proclaim that ye stand against death and despair ! , Ye hills where I res…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 54

Orpheus

…far light, My heart and its flame flung free. I am She, the beginning and end; I am all, and my name is the Sea! ORPHEUS Then thou, O my mother, Hast given to me The power of another, The watery key. Bright air is my brother, My sister the sea; I have called, and they answer and come; and their song is but glory to thee. One other is left me, The light of the earth. If Fate had bereft me, Oh Muse, of thy birth, Still I had cleft me A way in her girth! I tune the loud lyre once again to the mother of men in her mirth. O mighty and glad In spring…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 101

Orpheus

…h my zone Of blue and gold is scarlet-bright to cherish My own’s life being, that is, and is not other ; For I am God and Nature and thy Mother. I am the thousand-breasted milky spouse, Virginal also: Tartarus and Gaia Twinned in my womb, and Chaos from my brows Shrank back abashed, my sister dark and dire, Mother of Erebus and Night, that ploughs With starry-sandalled feet the fields of fire ; My sister shrank and fell, the infernal gloom Changed to the hot sweet shadow of my womb. {02

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1905 · PDF PAGE 3

Orpheus

…5s. SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 7s. 6d. A new Im- pression, 3s. 6d. . JEZEBEL. 42s. AN APPEAL TO THE AMERICAN PEOPLE. 1s. JEPHTHAH. 7s. 6d. THE MOTHER'S TRAGEDY. 5s. THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. sss. CARMEN SAECULARE. as. 6d. TANNHAUSER. 7s. 6d. BERASHITH. ss. THE GOD-EATER. as. 6d. ALICE. ars. An new Impression, 5s. THE SWORD OF SONG. 208. Fourth Edition. THE STAR AND THE GARTER. 1s. THE ARGONAUTS. 5s. GOETIA. ars. WHY JESUS WEPT. ais.

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1905 · PDF PAGE 32

Orpheus

…lympus, tunes his lyre. ORPHEUS FIRST word of my song, First tune of my lyre, Muse, loved of me long, Be near and inspire! Bright heart! Mother strong! Sweet sense of desire! Be near as I lift the first notes impassioned of fervour and fire! Not ever before Since Nature began Hath one cloven her core, Found the soul 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

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1905 · PDF PAGE 36

Orpheus

…In blindness and sight, In mercy and spite, In day and in night, Averse or aright, For dule or delight, I am master of things. ORPHEUS O mother, I fear me! The might of the lyre! 37

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1905 · PDF PAGE 44

Orpheus

…ed of thee most. Come forth! I invoke thee, O hail, thou lord of a terrible host! THE HAIL My father was glad of me In places unseen; My mother was sad of me, Where wind came between ; Winter is mad of me, Earth is my queen ; Meadows are clad of me, Nestled in green. As pearls in the cloudland I slept; but I hear the loud call ; I obey it and fall! ORPHEUS Rain’s guerdon and daughter By sunlight’s spies Divided in water, O light-stream, arise! 45

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1905 · PDF PAGE 89

Orpheus

…In the ultimate Abysses of fate. Eons 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

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1905 · PDF PAGE 24

Orpheus

…rs The fragrance men know for a lover’s? Peace turned into laughter and tears, Borne down the cold stream of the years! Ant. a ORPHEUS O mother, O queen many-minded, More beauty than beauty may be, 2)

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1905 · PDF PAGE 70

Orpheus

…Orpheus, we are here! THE EARTH Life hidden in death, Life shrined in the soul, Life bright for his breath, Life dark for his goal, I am Mother, and Burier, and Friend—- Look thou to the end! I am Light in thy Love, Iam Love in thy Life. I am cloistered above Where the stars are at strife. I am life in thy light, and thy 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

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1905 · PDF PAGE 33

Orpheus

…HE LIGHTNING The wand of Hermes, the caduceus wonder- working, Sweeps in mid-zther— Where we are lurking It finds us and gathers. By our mother the amber In her glorious chamber; By the flames that enwreathe her ; By the tombs of our fathers ; Awake! let us fly, the compeller is nigh. Strike! let us die! ORPHEUS Ye powers volcanic, Cyclopean forces, 34

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1905 · PDF PAGE 46

Orpheus

…wake. I come with the sound of a snake. ORPHEUS O storm many-winded, O life of the air, Thou angry and blinded Hast sky for thy share. O mother deep-minded, My lyre to my prayer Responds, and the elements answer or ever my soul is aware. Ye powers of deep water And sea-running bays, Earth’s fugitive daughter In deep-riven ways, Enamoured of slaughter, A mirage of grays, Deep blues, and pale greens unbegotten, I turn to your lyrical praise. , 47

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1905 · PDF PAGE 56

Orpheus

…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

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1905 · PDF PAGE 91

Orpheus

…emnly spearing _ The single, the crowd, Thou sittest remote and alone, unprofane, with due silence endowed ! , I call thee by Nature, My mother and friend ! By every creature! | By life and its end! By love, the true teacher, My chanting I send, Invoking thy stature immense, the terrible form of a fiend! I hear not a word, ' Though my music be rolled As the song of a bird Through fields of gold. Hast thou not heard? Have I not told The magic that bridleth the Gods, the Gods in their houses of old? , : 92

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1905 · PDF PAGE 14

Orpheus

…n dimly in rain ; From the depths of Mind’s caverns, the fire Reclaims the old magical lyre; The ways of creation are nought, If only, O mother, O Muse, I may measure Thy melodies in me again ! How wayward, how feeble the child Three watched from the stars at his birth ; Erato the fierce and the mild ; Polymnia grave ; and the girth Broad-girdled of gold and desire, Melpomene’s terrible lyre, That lifts up her life in the wild, The star-piercing pzan, and floats in mid-ether, and sinks to the earth. These three of the Muses were mine; They nurt…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 57

Orpheus

…es purple-born, Pearl-hidden sheen, Trees waving in scorn Of the grass between ! Come forth in your chorus, and chant the praise of your mother and queen! Ye trees many-fronded That shake to the wind, Green leaves that have sounded My harp in your kind, Light boughs that are rounded, Grey tops that are shrined In the tears of the heaven as they fall in the blackening storm grown blind! 58

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1905 · PDF PAGE 138

Orpheus

…air. (Invoking Aphrodtte) Daughter of Glory, child Of Earth’s Dione mild By the Father of all, the A‘gis-bearing King! Spouse, daughter, mother of God, Queen of the blest abode In Cyprus’ splendour singly glittering. Sweet sister unto me, I cry aloud to thee ! I laugh upon thee laughing, O dew caught up from sea! Drawn by sharp sparrow and dove And swan’s wide plumes of love, And all the swallow’s swifter vehemence, 139

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1905 · PDF PAGE 60

Orpheus

…tain is one with the gale. , THE CHILDREN OF EARTH Our hair deep laden with the scent of earth, The colour of her rosy body’s birth, Our mother, lady and life of all that is divine ; 61

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