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90 BATHYLLUS Now, now, O my lover, be tender ! Break not the suspense of the swoon ! O my lily in pagan splendour That throbs in the heart of the moon ! Ever the soul of me saith Let me sink back into death ! . . . Hush me the heart of our breath !
…nging 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 Gods 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 !
…rd way, inweaving Dreams of things beyond believing. When he will, the weary world Of the senses closely curled Like a serpent round his heart Shakes herself and stands apart. So the hearts blood flames expanding, Strenuous, urgent, and commanding ; And the key unlocks the door Where his love lies evermore. She is of the faery blood ; All smaragdine flows its flood. Glowing in the amber sky To ensorcelled porphyry. She hath eyes of glittering flake Like a cold grey water-snake.
… with rosy bosses starred ! Wardrobe of tender secrets, filled with nard, Wines, scents, liqueurs, a Comus train Fit to intoxicate mans heart and brain. Sweeping the air with that broad skirt, to me Is imaged some tall ship that puts to sea With canvas spread, that treads a measure Of love-in idleness and peace-with-pleasure ! Strong limbs that toss aside their tented veil Brew acrid draughts of madness, darkly male, Like two black witch-women that turn And stir some ghastly philtre in their urn. Thine armscould strangle a young Hercules ! R…
… star That shines in the Bull above I can rein the riotous car Of galloping, galloping Love ; And straight to the steady ray Of the Lion-heart Lord I career, Pointing my flaming way With the spasm of night for a spear ! O moon ! O secret sweet ! Chalcedony clouds of caresses About the flame of our feet, The night of our terrible tresses ! It is a wonder, then If the people are mad with blindness, And nothing is stranger to men Than silence, and wisdom, and kindness ? Nay ! let him fashion an arrow Whose heart is sober and stout !
76 THE GOD AND THE GIRL Yet the God smiled ; for in his heart there grew Nursed at dawns 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.…
… is nothing ; every one Shall win to the moon at last. The mage hath wrought by his art A billion shapes in the sun. Look through to the heart of his heart, And the many are shapes of one ! An end to the art of the mage, And the cold grey blank of the prison ! An end to the adamant age ! The ambrosial moon is arisen. I have bought a lilywhite goat For the price of a crown of thorns, A collar of gold for its throat, A scarlet bow for its horns. I have bought a lark in the lift For the price of a butt of sherry : With these, and God for a gift, I…
…am the wound and I the steel ; I am the buffet and the ear ; I am the limbs, and I the wheel, Victim and executioner ! The Vampire of my heart am I, Lord of that God-forsaken train That, damned to laugh eternally, Know they can never smile again.
…ne by this my scarabee With scales like plates of porphyry and gold And wings like flakes of the green light that pours Through the blue heart of the Hawaian sea. So to the hollow shores We came, and did behold a silver avenue That wound through cypress groves and woods of yew Unto the hills ; hideous hyaenas laughed, Mean jackals snarled and screamed, and wild dogs bayed : Bayed at the waning moon that lapsed above Out of all light (had I not been in love, And drunken on the quintessential draught) So that the forest folk were sore afraid. But…
…all and ink, And give it to the children for a drink ! Ill wait till she is dead, to bring those tears. I doubt not in the garden of my heart Whence she is torn that flowers will bloom again. May those be flowers of weeping, flowers of art. Flowers of great tenderness and pain, Broad lilied meers Lying in a lonely leafless forest Silent and motionless beneath the moon. I feel my weakness, O thou soul that soarest Into a heaven beyond imagining On the unfaltering wing. Of the magic swan ! I know this tune Should swell to a strong note, a triump…
152 AN HYMN Let but our hearts hold brotherhood, And this they shall not take away. Ashes to ashes ? Dust to dust ? So let it be ! In God we trust. Stand ! and join hands ! and let us sing ! Shake out Old Glory to the skies ! With heart and hand defiant fling Our purpose against Destinys Ashes to ashes ? Dust to dust ? So let it be ! In God we trust.
…eyond and above I abide. Every move I foresee ; I foretell every tide, The eclipse and the comet, the oiled and the gritty, I know it by heartand the balance beside ! Come close ! let me suck out your lips as in languor ! Stand off ! while I cringe at your towering anger ! Ill grip you and shake you and weep at your knees Mere flames of the foil-play, its clatter and clangour ! Your one joyyour pride in your cleverness, maybe ! My one joyyou think you are gulling a gaby, And at last, when you strike to the heartif you please ! I riposte w…
…ious hours And live my past again between thy knees ; Why should I seek thy beautys languorous dowers Save in thy bodys passion, thine hearts ease I have the art to evoke delicious hours. These vows, these scents, these kisses infinite Shall be reborn from gulfs we may not sound, So scale the sky, young suns, in choral flight, Winged from their lustral lapse in seas profound ! O vows ! O scents ! O kisses infinite !
…bout the shambles of slaughter ! III I know thee who thou art, The inmost fiend that curlest Thy vampire tongue about Earths corybantic heart, Hells warrior that whirlest The darts of horror and doubt !
…whose fires depart, who drivest down the sky thy car : Nowit asali fardh salat al maghrab allahu akbar. I praise Thee, God, whose purple heart is hidden in the abyss afar : Nowit asali fardh salat al asha allahu akbar.
…solitary part Two ghosts evoke the pastoh hark ! Dost thou remember our old ecstasy ? Why do you wish to remind me ? Does thy heart beat still at my name, and glow ? Seest thou my soul in dreams, dear ? No. Ah ! the fair days of joyaunce and of gree When our mouths kissed, ah kissed ! Maybe ! How blue the sky was, as our hope was clear ! Hope has gone down to Hells nadir. So in the foolish alleys they conferred, And only midnight overheard.
225 EPILOGUE TO PETITS POEMES EN PROSE MINE heart at ease, I climbed the promontory Whence one may contemplate the town out-spread : Hospital, brothel, jail, hell, purgatory, Where each thing monstrous rears its prospered head ! Well knowst Thou, Satan (ease this woe of mine !) I went not thither futile tears to shed ; But, an old lecher withs old concubine, To madden sense on the enormous bitch Whose hellish charm pours youth from me like wine ! Whether thou sleep in mornings sheets (dear witch !) Heavy, obscure, and chill ; or preen th…
…on a corpse, afloat With life that takes its thirst Only from things accurst. Closer than Clodias clasp, Death had me down To his black heart, and fed upon my breath, So that we seemed a stillnesswhiter than The stars, more silent than the stars, a crown Of stars ! For in the icy kiss of death I found that God that is denied to man So long as love and thought And life avail him aught.
…t, A Man of Sorrows, grey with useless tears ; A Man of Glory, with His aureole Radiant gossamer, a mist of spears Storming the sky, His heart one crimson coal To burn all lesser gods, to gild the shame Of this my lifes long infamy, the soul (Abased for Him) in Him one flower of flame Mine Aceldama one white lily-bloom Availing me above all wealth and fame
205 LE VAMPIRE O THOU, who like a dagger-stroke Art planted in my plaintive heart, Who art come hither like a flock Of fiends, by mad and gilded art Come, of this dark soul and discrowned To make thy bed and thy domain Vile wretch to whom my life is bound Even as a convict to his chain, Even as a gambler to his game, Even as a drunkard to his thirst, Even as a harlot to her shame Be thou accurst, accurst, accurst ! I prayed the falchions fiery craft To win my freedom in a trice ; And called the treacherous poison-draught To master me my cowa…