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…n the crimson stand of blood-red waters, We, Cypris, not thy daughters, Clad in bright flame, filled with unholy wine, O Cypris, none of thine !— Here, kissing in the dim red dusk, we linger, Striking with amorous finger Our lyres, whose fierce delights are all divine— O Cypris, none of thine ! Quenchless, insatiable, the unholy fire Floods our red lips desire ; Our kisses sting, as barren as the brine— O Cypris, none of thine !
1899 · PDF PAGE 9
PROLOGUE THE FAITH OF LIFE Yea, with thine hate, O God, thou hast covered us. SWINBURNE, Atalanta YEA, one singeth, with thine hate Thou hast covered us, O God ! Nay, another answers straight (Low his lutes sweet period) : Sink those bitter staves of wrath ! Cease that angry trumpets blare ! Sunlight burns a rosy path Yonder through the sky to where Flowers bud and linnets sing ; Loves expressed in everything ; We are covered with thy love
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…OGUE 3 Rolled and roared and soared to sky ; Lofty head and knee unbended Dared and dazzled the offended Lord of Triple Diety. * * * But thine arrow sped awry, Struck the gentle Christ again ; But he smiled through all his pain : Priestcraft and red tyranny Have ursurped My crown : Children, in my scepter lurks The old fire, with you works All My Strength Immortal, when you tear the lying fabric down. May Mans Spirit yet be great ? Gather power himself to rule, Master circumstance and fate, Laugh for joy and smile for dule, Weep brave tear…
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…S 35 SONG OF APHRODITES HANDMAIDENS My dreams are sweet, because my heart is free Because our locks still mingle and lips meet, Because thine arms still hold me tenderly, My dreams are sweet. Visions of waters rippling by my feet, Trees that re-weave their branches lovingly, Birds that pass passionate on pinions fleet : Such quiet joys my eyes in slumber see— Let deaths keen sickle wander through the wheat ! I love not life oermuch ; since loving thee My dreams are sweet. Sing, little bird, it is dawn ; Chant, with the day the woods ring ; N…
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…ken ? Is thy lover fled ? Has the dancer danced away ? Is the voice of ocean mute ? Is the hour of dreamland dead ? Nay, the slumbers of thine head Shall be until thy lures. Love shall gird thee as a garment while thy very life endures Sing, lute, sing a sweeter measure, Drown the wild discordant notes, Life, sob out thy chant of pleasure (Love a lure, and life a treasure) As a thousand thrushes passion Throbbed it from a thousand throats, In the wild Hesperian garden, in the old Danaic fashion. Bard of Fate, thy song is ended : Splendid it be…
1899 · PDF PAGE 82
…y votaries who kiss thy rod, O high Lord God ! O Lord our God ! O garden tyrant ! O imperious god ! Who as a father smitest with thy rod Thine erring children who aspire In vain the high mysteries Of thy most secret fire. Beat us and burn with nameless infamies ! We suffer, and are proud and glad, and kiss thy rod, O high Lord God. O Lord our God ! O despot of the fields ! O silent god ! Who hidest visions underneath thy rod, And hast all dreams and all desires and fears, All secrets and all loves and joys Of all the long vague years For lights…
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…winter wine To understand my amorous tale, For words and looks of Love must fail To touch thee, since a snowy veil Is twixt my mind and thine. Dear goddess, at whose early breast I drank in all desires and woes ; Most reverend god, who oft caressed Her pale chaste wifehood, and who pressed Upon my forehead kisses blest ; Bid blossom out this rose, This fair white bud whose heart is pure, Whose bosom fears not, neither knows The long vague mysteries that endure Of life uncertain, of love sure, Teach her the mystic overture To Loves transcendan…
1899 · PDF PAGE 59
… whose waters steam Chill exhalations like a corpse asleep, Meanders from Eternity along, While days fierce-fanged hunt down my love and thine, And urge us to the thickets that forget, And the chill mountains of unlovely song, And the false quags where jealousy lives 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
1899 · PDF PAGE 69
…but pitying His soul struck through with darts : A bitter Thing (She cried) thou sayest, yet perchance my power Is not as great as thine, for while I cower Under the lash of Zeus, stand thou upright, And laugh him to his beard for all his spite. I, even now beneath his doom ? Even thou ! For learn this law, writ large upon the brow Of white Olympus, writ by him who made Thee, yea and Zeus, of whom is Zeus afraid
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…HAIS Our songs are awful, that the heavens shrink back Into their void of black. We worship at a sad insatiate shrine— O Cypris, none of thine ! Scarcely the song did cease when out of heaven A little cloud grew near, all thunder-riven, Scarred by the lightning, torn of ravaging wind ; Upon it sate the herald, who should find The home of Aphrodite, and should bring A message from high Zeus. The mighty king Had bidden him to speed. His wings drew nigh And hushed the last faint echoed melody With silver waving. As the messenger Of mighty Zeus des…
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…o clasp the knees of Cytherea, and pray That she will aid me. Then the billows lay Fondly quiescent while she answered him : Yea, are thine eyes with weeping grown so dim Thou canst not see who hovers over thee ? For I am she thou seekest. Come with me And tell me all thy grief ; thy prayer is heard Before thy spirit clothes in wintry word The fire it throbs with. And her eager doves Waited. From seas grown calm the wanton loves Lifted the hero to the pearly car, Whose floor was azure and whose front a star Set in seven jewels girt with ivo…
1899 · PDF PAGE 26
…ant breast Heaved with soft passion nowise understood, And her pulse quickened. Through the quiet wood Her answer rang : My voice with thine shall break The woodland stillness, for the fountains sake. Ill sing to thee—Lamia ! mother, I obey ! In vain the desperate boy pursued the way With awful eyes ; no bruiséd flower betrayed The tender footsteps of a goddess maid ; No butterfly flew frightened ; on the pool No ripple spoke of her ; the streamlet cool Had no small wreath of amber mist to mark Her flight ; she was not there, the silver s…
1899 · PDF PAGE 22
…ating at Heavens gate with nerveless wing, Wailing because the song the immortals sing Is so fast barred behind the iron sky. Speak but thine anger quickly ; let me die ! But I forgive thee, thou art good and kind. O love ! O love ! O mistress of my mind, You love me ! Nay, I was a while afraid, Being so white and tender ; for a maid I lived alone with flower and brook, nor guessed Another dwelt within the quiet nest
1899 · PDF PAGE 76
…off my godhead. If thou sayest sooth, Any thy fair words bedew the flowers of truth Nor wander in the mazy groves of lying, I will be thine—speak not to me of dying Or abdication, sith I deem so far To tempt thee were unwise—we mortals are Chary to ask too much—didst thou refuse Either my honour or thy love to lose Were a hard portion, for in sooth I Love. Ah happy hour, sweet moment ! Fairest grove