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…eath, that murmur when love 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.
… of night, ere Hermes fly Hither, the messenger of Zeus. But I Bid thee remain beneath the temple gate While I consider our war on Fate. Till then, and I will tell thee everything That thou must do ; but now let song take wing Till the pale air swoon with the deep delight That makes cool noontide from the sultry night. What are your dreams, my maidens ? Your young dreams ? Are they of passion, or of rocks and streams, Of purple mountains, clad about with green, Or do their lamps grow dim in the unseen ? Sing to this hero ; sing, lure slumber to…
…l the seas that roar And stars that sing, by rivers and fresh flood, By his own essence, by his body and blood, To lay his godhead down, till night drew nigh, To be a mortal till the vesper cry Of dying breezes. So the morning past And 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 throu…
…change. The writhled visage grew Fouler and fiercer, blacker in its hue ; The skewed deformities became more vile, The rags more rotten, till a little while, And all was changed to a putrescent heap Of oily liquid on the floor asleep, Like poisonous potency of mandragore Ready to strike. And then a change came oer Its turbid mass, that shook, and grew divine, A million-twinkling ocean of bright brine That seemed to spread beyond the horizon, Whence, stirred by strange emotions of the sun, Waves rolled upon it, and a wind arose And lashed it wi…
84 THE TALE OF ARCHAIS In the arms of love we lie ; Music from the sky Tunes the hymeneal lyre that will echo till we die. God we feel is very nigh ; Soft, breeze, sigh While we kiss at last to slumber, And the varied number Of the forest songsters cry : This is immortality ; this is happiness for aye. Hush ! the music swells apace, Rolls its silver billows up Through the void demesne of space To the heavens azure cup ! Hush, my love, and sleep shall sigh This is immortality !
…ARCHAIS I the queen of your array. Foot it nimbly in the ring, CHARICLES Strewn with violet and may. ARCHAIS Apple-blossom pile on high, Till the bridal bed is duly Panoplied with blooms that sigh. CHARICLES Not a flower of them shall die, Every one shall blossom newly ; Stars shall lend them of their beauty, Rain and sunshine know their duty.
…n isles of Greece. Sleep ! Sleep ! Sleep, ye happy lovers, sleep, Soft and dreamless, sweet and deep, Sleep ! Sleep ! We will steal away Till the break of day. ARCHAIS In the arms of love at last Love is anchored fast, Firm beyond the rage of Heaven, safe beyond the ocean blast. CHARICLES In the arms of love close prest, And thy tender breast Pillows now my happy head ; softly breezes from the west Both Stir the ring-doves nest.
…eeds to-day, so terrible Was his despair, so venomous as hell The sudden hate that filled him. So away Knowing not whither, did he flee, till day Dropped her blue pinions, and the night drew on, And sable clouds banked out the weary sun.
…hile the shade Shortens as morning doth ascend The gates of Heaven, and bud and blade Laugh at the dawn, while breezes lend Their music, till you comprehend The meaning of the world, and sigh— Yet love makes happy in the end This pleasant tale of Thessaly.
…trumpet blow. Semi-Chorus of Women Let the lute thrill divinely low, Let the harp strike a tender note of sad- ness ; Louder and louder, till the full song flow, One earth-dissolving stream of utter gladness.
… circumstance and fate, Laugh for joy and smile for dule, Weep brave tears while lute-strings sob, Clench brave hands when bosoms throb, Till his soul beyond control Break the fetters ; sweep across Worlds and waves on wings, wind-wafted, whiter than the albatross.
…, 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 ; Half-jubilant,…
THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 19 For his despair ineffable. Her name He called ; she was not, and the piercing flame Of love struck through him, till his tortured mind Drove 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 b…
…th, Gave to the spirit wings and bade it rise To seek its Maker with aspiring eyes, Gave to the body strength to hold awhile The spirit, till the passions that defile Should waste and wither, and the free soul soar. But evil lusted with the soul, and bore A thousand children deadlier than death ; The sin that enters with the eager breath
…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 ; Hardly the pleasant waters seem to shake, And only nightingales, for slumbers sake, Lull the soft stars and seas, and matchless music make. And now the sun is risen above the deep,
…id touch them. On a seat, White with strewn rose, and leaves of silver birch Remote from courts profane, and vulgar search, They rested, till the heros tale was told. Then Aphrodite loosed a snake of gold From her arms whiteness, and upon his wrist Clasped it. Its glittering eyes of amethyst Fascinate him. Even so, the goddess cried, I will bind on thy arm the serpent bride Free from her fate, and promise by this kiss
…ad. 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.
…some first sweet maiden glow Of shy desire that I knew not all it said. Will the days lengthen for sheer weariness ? Will they pursue us till they strike us dead ? Or will our love put on a spring-time dress And burn and bloom and burgeon into leaf, And rose-leaves cover quite the urn of grief ? Yes, you shall call me to your side, to speed Fast as love ever flies, to yonder south, Where my young bosom shall be taught to bleed,
…ny woods above the sacred stream Where she abode (her home was cool and dark That no small glow-worm with his tender spark Might lighten till the moon was down, a nook Far from the cool enticements of the brook, And hidden in the boskage close and green.) So dreamed she, smiling like a faëry queen ; So the bright feet and forehead of the breeze Lured her to sleep, and shook the morning trees Clear of the dewfall, and disturbed the grass, So that no rustle, should a serpent pass, Might rouse her reverie. So then, behold, Chance leant from Heaven…
…us hand ; thus unawares Creep in among the columns to a gate My hand shall show thee ; it will open straight And thou must lie forgotten till his rage Have lost its first excess—then may we wage A more successful war against his power. But Charicles : Shall I for one short hour Fly from his tyranny ? Am I such man As should flee from him ? Let the pale and wan Women have fear—in strength of justice, I His vain fierce fury do this hour defy ! There shot through Heaven an awful tongue of fire, Attended by its minister, the dire Black thunder…