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And bring her back! come back, Eurydice! - Come back, pale wanderer to Eternity! Come back, my wife, my wife, again to love! Come back, my wife! come back, come back to me! Enough! my purpose holds: no feeble cries! No sob shall shake these nerves : no ecstasies Of hope, or fear, or love avail to move Those iron-hearted dooms and destinies. I will be calm and firm as I were Zeus. I will descend to Hades and unloose My wife: prevail on pale Persephone, Laving her love-locks with exalted dews Of stern grey song; such roseate tunes espouse That al…
1905 · PDF PAGE 110
…nt not! Let me stoop !— Those eyelids droop Not with mere death, but dreams, Eurydice ! Come back to me! O you that were my lover and my wife! Come back to life ! Come back, breathe softly from the breast of gold These arms enfold. Give me your lips and kiss me once! O wife, Come back to life ! Nay, let the wind but stir the silky hair, (God’s lesser air, Not His full blossom of woman’s breath!) O wife, Come back to life! III
1905 · PDF PAGE 146
Thou take the wife, and risk the fate Eons could hardly culminate To lose thy soul! Not two but one Are ye. Together, as the stone, The oak, the river, or the sea, Mere elements of mine be ye, Or both resolve the dreadful life, And take death’s prize! Take thou the wife, Thou, who 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. “ Grea…
1905 · PDF PAGE 113
…ure’s mockery of life. The laugh is grown a grin; the gentle strife Of birds and waves and winds at play is grown A curse, a cruelty. My wife! my wife! I am broken, I cannot sleep, I cannot die. Pain, pain for ever! Nature is a lie, The gods a lie. Myself? but I am found Sole serious in the hateful comedy. Blackness, all blackness! How I hate the earth, The curse that brought my being into birth. I, loving more her loveliness, am bound And broken—thrice more bitter for my mirth ! Song, was it song I trusted in? Or thou, Apollo, was it thou dids…
1905 · PDF PAGE 153
… 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 than earth, than the immortal kings Alike of death and life: invoke the sea That I may cross her on the viewless wings Of song, find out the desolating river That girds the earth, unloose the s…
1905 · PDF PAGE 109
…th her. . . . The love of the magus for such beings is insensate, and may destroy him.—Z/iphas Levi. Orpheus for the love he bare to his wife, snatcht, as it were, from him by untimely Death, resolved to go down to Hell with his harp, to try if he might obtain her of the infernal power.— Zhe Wisdom of the Anctents,
1905 · PDF PAGE 7
… Death being silent. His reply is really given in Books II., III., IV.) Parabasis: The Poet | Epode: Nature BOOK II. Orpheus laments his wife—‘‘ Come back, come back, come back, Eurydice” . ° . “‘ Fling down the foolish lyre, the witless power” , PAGE 53 53 54 61 71 72-88 73 76 82 85 86 113
1905 · PDF PAGE 59
…air ! , Ye hills where I rested In rapture of life, From dawn calm-breasted To evening’s strife, Where skies were nested With mist for a wife! Leave echo, and speak for yourselves: let your song pierce the heaven asaknife! __ 60
1905 · PDF PAGE 126
…Nature insults herself, blasphemes her God, Thus cutting short the life’s hard happening. Nor would I suffer thus, nor she repine Had my wife faded (as rose-tinted wine Bleached in the sunlight) reached her period And fallen gently in the arms divine, Caressing arms of pale Persephone, And bathed her in death’s river tenderly, Washing the whole bright body, the long limbs, The clothing hair, the face, the witchery Of all the smiling shape in the dark stream, As one who gathers the first floral beam Of daylight by the water, dives and swims Deep…
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…ian 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 away ; Sight and sound lose hearing and lose seeing, All the night is one with all the day? Hearken to her sighing! Life droops down as dying, Melting in the clasp of amorous limbs and hair ; All the darkening world Round about ye furled— Dost thou know, or, knowing, dost thou care? 26
1905 · PDF PAGE 145
…being of a soul? Just am I ever! Therefore know The unrevengeful law of woe That ye invoke. Thou seekest life, Child of my water! Thou a wife, Child of my sun! Draw living breath, Maiden, and gain the guerdon—death ! 146
1905 · PDF PAGE 97
… was, to fall After the end. And then, O soul endued (In this my solitude) With all the thousand elements of life, Shall I not call thee wife ? O Muse long wooed! Long called to in the forest, on the mountain, Reached after in the fountain, Grasped in the slumberous sea, And yet, ever, aye, ever! escaping me! But here where the wise pen And silver cadences outrunning song, And clear sweet clean-chiselled English, sharp and strong Of the one man among the latter men Who lived with Nature, saw her face to face, And died not: here in this consumma…
1905 · PDF PAGE 119
…ory only is there life, And in sweet shapes of 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 kno…
1905 · PDF PAGE 86
…pring Trembles ; he hates the cold, the winter strife, Laughs not with lust of combat: feebly cling His old hands: he has sepultured his wife: Last, palsied, shaking, drawing tremorous breath, He gasps—and stumbles in the pit of death. 87
1905 · PDF PAGE 102
…piled! Iam: the least, the greatest: the frail life Of some small coral-insect still may tremble With love for me, and call me queen and wife; The shy plant of the water may dissemble 103