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P A R T I I WHEN God bethought Him, and the world began, He made moist clay, and breathed on it, that man Might be most frail and feeble, and like earth Shrink at Deaths finger from the hour of birth ; And like the sea by limits of pale sand Be utterly confined ; but so He planned To vivify the body with the soul, That fire and air were wedded to control The heavy bulk beneath them, so His breath Touched the warm clay and violated death, Gave to the spirit wings and bade it rise To seek its Maker with aspiring eyes, Gave to the body strength t…
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…AIS 49 So Cypris comforts here with tender words That pierce her bosom, like dividing swords, With hopes and loves re-quickened, and her breath Grew calm as worships, though as dark as death Her soul had been for weary days no few ; Now, lightened by the spirit thrust anew As into a dead body breath of life, She gave sweet thanks with gentle lips that ope, Like buds of roses on the sunny slope Of lily gardens falling toward a stream That flashes back the intolerable beam Of sunlight with light heart. They fled away At Cypris word, beyond the …
1899 · PDF PAGE 78
…nd love to all the dreams of day. Love, sleep, and death ! The three that melt together, mingle so Man may not know The little change of breath (Caught sigh that love desires,) When love grows sleep, and sleep at last in death expires.
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…e dies. Love dies in vain. For breezes hasten from the summer south To touch his mouth And bid him rise again, Till, ere the dawn-stars breath, Love kisses into sleep, Sleep swoons away to Death. So Zeus in her sweet arms slept daintily Till the sun crept into the midmost sky, And his own curse came back to sleep with him.
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…t chalice poured, Swells the veins with such a measure As the gardens lord Makes his votaries dance to, death Draws with soft delicious breath To the maiden and the man. Love and life are both a span. Ere the crimson lips have planted Paler roses, warmer grapes, Ere the maiden breasts have panted, And the sunny shapes Flit around to bless the hour, Comes men know not what false flower : Ere the cup is drained, the wine Grows unsweet, that was divine. All the subtle airs are proven False at dewfall, at the dawn Sin and sorrow, interwoven, Like …
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… her face, And, even in those depths of azure sea Where her eyes dwell, bids them glint amorously, While the intense hushed music of his breath Sighs, till her longing grows divine as death— So, fairer far, drew dawn on Idas grove. The young sun rose, whose burning lips of love Kissed the green steeps, whose beamy locks of flame Brushed oer the dewy pastures, with acclaim Of tuneful thrushes shrill with mountain song, And noise of nightingales, and murmur long— A sigh half-sad, as if remembering earth And all the massy pillars of her girth ; …
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…his young limbs, the wolf that hunts the hind, Far through the forest. Lastly sleep, like death, With strong compulsion of his labouring breath Came on him dreamless. When he woke, the day Stooped toward the splendour of the western bay, And he remembered. Like a wild birds cry The song within him flamed, a melody Dreadful and beautiful. The sad sea heard And echoed over earth its bitter word. SONG Ere the grape of joy is golden With the summer and the sun, Ere the maidens unbeholden Gather one by one, To the vineyard comes the shower, No swee…
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… yet, Or the ill rivers at whose restless shrine Men offer incense to new gods, and wrong The deity they loved, the dear divine Body and breath of Loves own avatar. They hunt our love from sea to sea, they set Cold fetters on our limbs that would beget
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…nd found them linked inexorably fast Each in the others arms. Their lips are wed To drink the breezes from the fountain-head Of lovers breath. Now Zeus half rises up, Sips once again from that moon-curvéd cup, And, in his passion gazing on the flower, Darker and riper for Loves perfect hour, His clear voice through the silent atmosphere Burst rich and musical upon her ear. SONG OF ZEUS O rosy star Within thy sky of ebony shot through With hints of blue More golden and more far
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…ones The unrepentant marrow of mens bones, Or chills their blood with poisonous vials of death, Or dooms them to the tooth and venomous breath Of foul black worms ; and on the earth to dwell For a long space, and there (most terrible !) To change her shape at times, and on her take The fierce presentment of a loathly snake
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… blind, Hateful, desire they know not what, and turn Lastly to pray for death ; his wild eyes burn, And bitter tears divide his doubtful breath. So grew his anguish to accomplish death, Had not the goddess with the rosy shoon Stooped oer the silver surface of the moon To touch his brow with slumber, like a kiss Whose dreams perfused the name of Archais, Till the sweet odour dulled his brain, and sleep Loosened his limbs, most dreamless and most deep. The mosses serve him for a bed ; the trees Wave in the moonlight, daughters of the breeze ; Ha…
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…ts core. A ring Of silver girt it to the landing-stage, Yet brimstone joined in wedlock with foul age To burn into its vitals ; thus the breath Of Satyrs wantoning at noon with Death Strained it, and all but cast it loose ; the night Drew on the outer world ; no change of light Was known within those depths, but vermin knew By some strange instinct ; forth the unholy crew Of vampires and swamp-adders drew them out. Alone amid the pestilential rout Charicles crest did glimmer red with wrath, And, stealing from the barge, he drew him forth And w…
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… you shall be in life, in death, in dream, Mine in the years that are, and those that seem ; One with my essence, as your lips absorb My breath, and make it breezes for your bed, And all my body, to fill full the orb Of golden splendour of your royal head. King of my life and crown of my desire, King of all death when lifes last lips expire ; Mine, in the straitest wedlock rightly wed, Till God be pleased to kindle us a pyre.