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1910 · PDF PAGE 86

The Winged Beetle

…s heart there grew Nursed at dawn’s breast, and watered by its dew, That seed that is not bought and is not sold Of veritable, vegetable gold. Whereat he marvelled. In Eternity There only lived one wiser God than he. He posed his ‘ Why ? ’. “ Young God ! ” He made retort ; “ Know, the first matter of the Work is naught. “ Know, the pure gold is naught : for all decays. It is the Working of the Work that pays ! “ More, thou mistakest in thy mind of mist Matter for man, and dung for alchemist. “ Woman, for all thy skill of touch and tongue, Remai…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 65

The Winged Beetle

55 THE HAWK AND THE BABE I THAT am an hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torquoise, See, beyond the starry fold Where a darkling orb is rolled. There, beneath a grove of yew, Plays a babe. Should I despise Such a foam of gold, and eyes Burning berylline, so blue That the sun seems peeping through ? Did I swoop, were Heaven amazed ? With my beak I strike but once ; Out there leap a million suns. Through the universe that blazed Screams their light, and death is dazed. In my womb the babe may leap ; Seek him not within mine …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 23

The Winged Beetle

ROSA COELI 13 In silver spirit clad with gold of sense, But sending forth thy rays life-pearled As a bridegroom squandering his strength upon the bride —Thou art sufficient to redeem the world. XIII O ! is the secret of the starry deep Nothing but pain and pleasure, grief and joy ? Is God a wanton boy To play with us so bitter cheap By such a jewelled light ? Be thine the power, Rose of the Stars, in this thy tortured hour When the wee lips that clung to thee are cold, To give the world a light of other gold From that men hoard, from that the s…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 20

The Winged Beetle

10 ROSA COELI But when I came between the hills, behold The moon’s silver and gold Stood in the zenith, that I lost my guide. There stood I passion-pale Like a lost lamb that seeks the starry fold Within that warm and scented vale Clothed with narcissus, hyacinth, tuberose, Snowdrop and lily, all white, all cream, all gold, With never a blush like dawn’s to flush or fail Upon their garden-close. O wide is the world, wide, wide ! Be sure that I was lost, Lost, lost for ever ; are there palimpsests Wherein a man might study at great cost His jour…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 66

The Winged Beetle

…r, an thou perchance behold How I plunge and batten on Earth’s exenterate carrion, Deem torquoise match midden-mould Or deny the Hawk of Gold !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 102

The Winged Beetle

… to soothe The passion ineluctable, this power Slave to its single end, to storm the tower That holdeth thee, who art Authentic Truth. O golden hawk ! O lidless eye ! Behold How the grey creeps upon the shuddering gold ! Still I will strive ! That by the striving broken I may exhaust this me ! That thou mayst sweep Swift on the dead from thine all-seeing steep— And the unutterable word be spoken.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 160

The Winged Beetle

…or a woman of scarlet ! A bitter exchange A bad bargain to strike ? It May seem to you strange : The fact is—I like it ! II You offer me gold, Place, power and pleasure To have and to hold— Inexhaustible treasure ! I’ll give it and more In this planet of boredom For a girl that’s a whore, And is proud of her whoredom !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 214

The Winged Beetle

…unknown Hermes that assists Me, before whom I crouch and tremble ; Thou mak’st me Midas to resemble, The saddest of all alchemists ! For gold within my crucible Turns iron ; and heaven turns to hell In cloudland’s ghostly napery I find a corpse—that I loved well And in celestial gardens I Build mightiest sarcophagi

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1910 · PDF PAGE 64

The Winged Beetle

…ne ; A lover stronger than I, A moon to swallow the sun ! May he be like a lilywhite goat Crisp as a thicket of thorns, With a collar of gold for his throat, A scarlet bow for his horns !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 122

The Winged Beetle

112 THE SILENCE OF COLUMBINE I HAD I not been told, I could not have believed it ! To hold and fold and mould Your body’s plastic gold ! So rapturously bold No poet had conceived it ; And yet, bright Yniold, I seem to have achieved it ! II Nor word was ours, nor sight ; But in the dusk there sported Some sprite of light and might That pushed our fingers’ flight To the same goal, delight, On pinions unsupported. One touch—the world went right, Its destiny distorted ! III Still no word of this Though now we surely knew How miss the abyss of bliss…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 234

The Winged Beetle

…ill That they come from the end of the world. The sun as it falls Clothes the fields, the canals, The city itself in a robe Of azure and gold— The warm light shall enfold With slumber the passionate globe. There, all is peace and ecstasy ; Pleasure, calm, and luxury !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 57

The Winged Beetle

…tains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, joyful endeavour. Hear me, O lilywhite goat ! O crisp as a thicket of thorns, With a collar of gold for Thy throat A scarlet bow for Thy horns ! Here, in the dusty air, I build Thee a shrine to yew. All green is the garland I wear, But I feed it with blood for dew ! After the orange bars That ribbed the green west dying Are dead, O Lord of the Stars, I come to Thee, come to Thee crying. The ambrosial moon that arose With breasts slow heaving in splendour Drops wine from her infinite snows Ineffably, utt…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 235

The Winged Beetle

…e wine ! Whether thou sleep in morning’s sheets (dear witch !) Heavy, obscure, and chill ; or preen thee, vain, In evening’s veils, with gold embroidery rich, Infamous Capital, I love thee ! Drain Whose thieves and whores give me to ease life’s itch Pleasures inscrutable to the profane !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 131

The Winged Beetle

…n, Thou fourfold glory—all this teen Caught up in ecstasy—a boon To pass me singing through the moon ! Nay ! I knew not what glory shone Gold from the breathless bliss beyond : But this I know that I am gone To the heart of God’s great diamond ! I match, &c. KETHER I am passed through the abyss of flame ; Hear ye that I am that I am ! THE RETURN Behold ! I clothe mine awful light In yonder body born of night. Its mind be open to the higher ! Its heart be lucid-luminous ! The Temple of its own desire The Temple of the Rosy Cross !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 116

The Winged Beetle

…more than all hoarded galleons Brought through that sunset-blooded foam, with hulls of teak and beaks of bronze ! More than all store of gold or spice, ivory, slaves or sandal- wood Art thou, O marvel beyond price, O bee-hive of beatitude ! Is not each cell that builds thee up a well of honey-scented sips ? Is not thy soul one fragrant cup of nectar at my thirsty lips ? Thou bearest in thine hollow staff the primal fire, the flower’s fume, Quintessence—now may Zeus engraff its pollen in my wintry womb !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 186

The Winged Beetle

…Square. TIME : Midday. The persons are in correct morning dress, except the invalid GRANDFATHER, who is in a scarlet dressing-gown, with gold embroidery, and CARR, who affects a pseudo-Bohemian extravagance. He wears a low collar, a very big bow-tie of gorgeous colours, a pale yellow waistcoat, a rich violet lounge suit with braid, patent leather boots, pale blue socks. But the refinement and breeding of the man are never in question. His hair is reddish, curly, luxuriant. He is clean-shaved, and wears an eye- glass with a tortoiseshell rim. TO…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 85

The Winged Beetle

…ed by day and night, Wedding the greater and the lesser light. So sought he to excite that leprous mould Even to the pure, the vegetable gold. He licked it over with his silver tongue Sang golden songs to the disdainful dung. Regenerating starlight of the vault He called ; and sulphur, mercury, and salt. Long years he laboured at the cucurbite : Long years he thrilled the alembic with his light. Long years he travailed at the athanor : Inert the dung was as it was before.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 179

The Winged Beetle

…s With a vile, a calculated wile In the unfamiliar grooves, Whose horror hath so great a guile That her hates pass for loves. Within the gold bars of her rings She grips the god as in a vice.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 54

The Winged Beetle

…al up. Read thou herein Whose eyes are blind ! Thou may’st behold Within the wheel (that alway seems to spin All ways) a point of static gold. Then may’st thou out therewith, and fit it in That extreme sphere Whose boundless farness makes it infinitely near.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 71

The Winged Beetle

… the spell to stir My soul’s enchantments every one : For this I curse Thee ! she was fair As day and brighter than the moon And all the gold stung in her hair ; And all the dawn of May—of June !— Kindled her cheeks ; her eyes were blue As all Thy skies, as all Thy seas. Her mouth—Oh God ! her mouth that slew Imagination’s ecstasies !

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