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Comets, meteors, storms shall admire, Be mingled in tune to my lyre, The universe broken in sunder,— And [I—shall I burn, pass away? Having been for a moment the shadow of Thee ! 19
…ons, be rivers that roll, Be stars, the untameable throng, All parts of the ultimate whole; All nature in various attire Be woven to one tune of the lyre, One tune where a million belong— Multitudinous murmur and moan, melodious, one soul with my soul! One soul with the wail of distress The ravished Persephone flung; One soul with the song of success, Demeter’s, that found her and sung; B} 17
…rt 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
Orpheus, seated upon Olympus, 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…
…PHEUS 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, In…
…der from the past What spell is overcast From off the sonant strings. Awhile we deem our mates Are calling through the wood ; Awhile the tune creates These unfamiliar states Of thinking solitude. Awhile we gather clear A note of promise swell, A song of fate and fear, Assuring us who hear Of other shapes to dwell. A promise vast and grand, As is the spangled sky ! We dimly understand ; We join the following band Of dancing greenery ! We see all Nature bend To high Olympus’ hill. Our tunes we choose and send ; We follow to the end, O Orpheus, al…
…ere 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
…eaven thunders behind, Hell shakes for 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, In…
… 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, But majesty most mild, Being indeed a God. Yea, let the very ray-hand of Apollo Lead me where none may follow 97
…d poppies of red, Pale violets in posies Where Hyacinth bled, The flower that closes Its dolorous head ;— What song may be sung, or what tune may be told, or what word may be said? All tropical scent, Blossom-kindled perfume, Love-colours new-lent By the infinite womb, Gold subtlety blent With the scarlet bloom ;— Shall ye in my melody live? Shall my song be not rather your tomb? Most musical moves The head of the corn ; Strong glorious loves Of its being are born. 59
I tune the loud lyre To the haunts of the vale As a sea-piercing fire On the wings of the gale. I lift my desire, I madden, I wail! Come forth! I invoke ye, O powers, in the waters that purple and pale. Come forth in your pleasure, O fountains and springs |. Come dance me a measure Unholpen of wings! Show, show the deep treasure, Unspeakable things ! Come forth! I invoke ye, O fountains, I sweep the in- vincible strings. THE FOUNTAINS In the heather deeply hidden, From the caverns darkly drawn, In the woodlands man-forbidden, In the gateways of…
…autiful! Drop for mortality one tear! For life one smile recall! There is no passion made for me— Else were my water-well the sea.” Such tune my falling body snapped Within the sacred sides, While the warm waves with laughter lapped, And changed their tunéd tides,
…warrior seas, Upstirred of the breeze, By the far reef bound— I know the low music of love, I feel the sweet murmur in me, My soul is in tune with the sea. The stars are above me, The rocks are below me, The sea is around! Great Gods that love me Lead me, and show me . Their powers profound. Their lightnings move me To stir me, to throw me As into a swound, The song of the infinite surf that is beaten and bound As a fierce wolf-hound, The song that lures me, and lifts me, and mingles my , soul into sound! 96
…n! Teach my young fingers to span That musical lyre of thine! Passion and music and peace, Teach me the singing of these! - Teach me the tune of the vine! Teach me the stars to resemble, 28
… lustres of years That hide in profound Abysses of fears, Hidden and bound! The voice of tears Implores and impels ye, O lustres, with a tune that is strong as a seer’s. THE LUSTRES Fivefold the shape sublime that lifts its head Uniform, self-repeating, comparable At last to a man’s life: twice seven times dead Ere the light flickers in that citadel, Or the great whiteness lure his soul instead Of many-coloured earth: ere the strong spell Fail, and the Fates with iron-shapen shears Cut the frail silver, hide him from the years. Fivefold: the ye…
…. 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-time and summer! O tearful and sad When the sun is grown dumber, 55
…ce, 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
…remaining man, involved All life’s true purpose, and dissolved The phantoms (of itself create) In a mysterious sweet state, Wherein some tune began to move Whose likeness and whose life was love. Roll, strong life-current of these very veins, Into my lover’s soul, my soul that is! Thrill, mighty life of nerves, exultant strains Triumphant of all music in a kiss ! Fade! fade! O strenuous sense Into the soul intense Of life beyond your weak imagining! And, O thou thought, dissever Thy airy life for ever 149
…eep peace ! Come forth! I invoke you, ringed round, earth’s girdle, the manifold seas ! THE SEA I hear but one voice in our voices ; One tune, multitudinous notes; One life that burns low or rejoices, One song from the numberless throats. Where ice on my bosom is piled, Where palm-fronded islands begem My breast, where I rage in the wild White storms, where I lap the low hem Of earth’s mantle, or war on her crags, I am one, and my soul is in them. I am mother of earth and her daughter ; I am father of heaven and his son ; 54
…e in mist, Some sense of thy being, borne splendid ; I dreamed, I desired, I was kissed. Some breath from thy music hath bound me ; Some tune from thy lyre hath found me. Thy words are as rushing of fire; But I know not the lilt of thy lyre :— Thy voice is as deep as the sea; Thy music is darkness to me. Str. B CALLIOPE Child of Thracian sire, on me begotten, Knowest thou not the laughter and the life? Knowest thou not how all things are forgotten, Being with a maiden wife? How a subtle sense of inmost being Wraps thee in, and cuts the world aw…