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…ons begun ! With four and five and six it stirs : With seven the druid dance is done, And Death drives home his silver spurs ! Thenthe last leap. What crowning curse Can bid that cup of curses brim ? How may Gods maniac ministers Lash the last langour out of Him ? I did it. How ? So great and grim The Gods are, I may never guess. Suffice it, on his mouth I swim A drowning dastard. The caress
TELEPATHY 71 Thats the last folly, to forget, To cling to her, to trust her ! Shes but one starsupremely set, I grant !but in a cluster ! Yea ; we may tire ; the sea holds yet More fish than ever came to net !
THE GARDEN OF JANUS 41 And that which inward did for ever tend Came at the last to have come out ; And I who had the World and God to friend Found all three foes ! Drowned in that sea of changes, vacancies, and woes ! XXI Yet all that Sea was swallowed up therein ; So they were not, and it was not. As who should sweat his soul out through the skin And find (sad fool !) he had begot All that without him that he had left in And in himself All he had taken out thereof, a mocking elf ! XXII But now that all was gone, great Pan appeared. Him then I …
…t bear its cross ! I say that infinite loss is infinite loss, That tears are trivial, tears are happiness, That this blind ache is Gods last punishment For love ; that all things in that one thing shent Are damned, that had I loved her less I could have prated in some honeyed strain. Taking a subtle pleasure in my pain. It is my bulk, the mass of my intent, That makes the ruin abject. I had sung Some partial earthquake ; here the universe Crashes with one great curse, Whelming the singer and the song. My tongue Is palsied ; only this chaotic c…
… My boys lustall the mighty buildings glamour Dislimnsthe shrines a stye. Who dares to blight My dreams I damn. You would not throwlast night Your carrion lump of lechery to my clamour, Cheap, common as it is, a crawling cheese . . . So, for those verses, be content with these !
…weet seer ! And you the hare I started. Shall I escape a tear, And you go broken-hearted ? VII Kiss me ! no one sees. Theregood-bye the last time ! Now, please ! Lucks ease is threes. What a kiss ! what a squeeze ! Dot the is ! cross the ts ! Half a days a vast time ! Tragedies, Comedies, Pantomime and pastime !
AFTER JUDGMENT 63 Farewell ! O God, in endless bliss Crowned, with Thine angels singing by : I go to hell, with her last kiss Yet tingling in my memory. Nay, start not from Thy throne ! I go At Thy black damning to the deep. Thou canst not follow me ! I know This thing I had, and this I keep. God ! I have loved. I love ! I love, And shall love through Thine ageless hell. Thou hast the kingdom of the Above, And I, her memory. Fare Thee well ! To Thine I Amsupreme exclaim, The total of all that may be said ! I answer from the abyss of flame : D…
…h, Which is the sweetest ? O my soul ! Thus didst thou answer the Accurst : In her, since alls divine control, There cannot be or last or first. Since all transports me, how shall I Aught of one thing affirm aright ? She dazzles like the morning sky And soothes my spirit like the night. Too exquisite the music is That all her lovely shape affords For impotent analysis To mark how every bar accords.
22 THE HERMIT AN ATTACK ON BARBERCRAFT AT LAST an end of all I hoped and feared ! Muttered the hermit through his elfin beard. Then what art thou ? the evil whisper whirred. I doubt me sorely if the hermit heard. To all Gods questions never a word he said, But simply shook his venerable head. God sent all plagues ; he laughed and heeded not, Till people took him for an idiot. God sent all joys ; he only laughed amain, Till people certified him as insane. But somehow all his fellow-lunatics Began to imitate his silly tricks. And stranger still,…
…hat delights in the beauty of form ! O desire of the dream of the dews ! O Valkyrie astride of the storm ! I am thine as we ride on the blast To exult in the mystical Muse, As there drip on the desert at last The immaculate Delian dews. I am thine, I am thine, I am thine How it slashes the skies as a sword !
…of my melancholy Lackeyed by spectres of my sombre past, I sit and smile at all the shapes of folly That I evokesave One, that looms at last Towering above these ten tremendous years. I see Him, sacred, single in the vast, 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 Availi…
…die for love ; we linger in the lusty fight ; We agonize ; our clutch becomes more cruel and more murderous ; My passion splashes out at last ; ah ! with what ecstasy I bite The red lips of the Octopus ! Amsterdam, Xmas 1897.
…e the celestial team ; and Man was the Lord of the Fire. Deep-mouthed from their thrones deep-seated, the choirs of the æons declare The last of the demons defeated, for Man is the Lord of the Air. Arise, O Man, in thy strength ! the kingdom is thine to inherit, Till the high gods witness at length that Man is the Lord of his spirit.
… So there she used to lie. May be Correggios Antiope Best paints you how she lay. And I Loved her, and passed the matter by ; Ending at last, one may dare say, In thinking that those eyes of grey Meant naught, suspected naught, were blind, Expressed the vacancy behind. So life went on. One winter day So silent and so still she lay That I took cold, regarding her. I rose, I wrapped myself in fur ; Then came to her, my thought untold Being that she, too, might be cold. I laid my hand upon her breast. Cold ! Icy cold ! Ah you have guessed. Right.…
…heel ; the bird Followed me homeit sounds absurd ! [My fault ! for getting the grand slam on Chateau Yquem and cold boiled salmon !] At last in anger, not for fun, I lifted my reluctant gun, Gave him both barrels, plain and choke, And blew him into bits. I woke. . . . . . . How dreams reflect the facts of life ! I was in bed with my own wife.
…ning kiss With only God to view it. IV Hush ! Across the stair. How its creak is thunder ! Now care ! now dare ! be ware ! Orsaved ! at last Im there, Drowned in your torrent hair, A flame, a waif, a wonder. A lioness in her lair Your body leaps from under. V Take the prize on trust ! Dare the course and run it ! Sweet knight, you win the just, Your thrust ! a gust of lust ! Ah, God, then, if you must Wordless still, weve won it ! Tall Troy is in the dust ! Weve done it, done it, done it ! VI Do you love me, dear ? Said the glance you d…
…ep Rolls up the bay to envelope the steep. What then is left, what is leftbut to weep ? Maybe the stridency purpled of Pan Leads at the last to the light of His plan. Maybe his work is the wealth of a man ! VIII Bring me the tablets, the stylus of jade ! Lend me thy light, O compassionate maid ! Soul of the master, O come to mine aid ! Make me the man of the marvellous mission ! Sharpen the sword of veridical vision Cut me the knot of the mighty magician ! Here I devote me (record me the vow) Unto the terrible task of the Tao. Soul of the mast…
70 TELEPATHY To some black cavern of the vast On some demonic pinion. And here we liediscrowned at last A monarch grown a minion. Yea ; we are come from the bright God To some most desolate abode. Or is it crowned, thrice crowned, we are ? Crowned with long thorns sharp-gleaming, So that bright blood jets out afar From starry brains a-streaming ? Yea ! in our night there shines a star Beyond our dearest dreaming. Yea ; there is born a fearful light Proceeding from the Infinite. However that may be, tis clear What duty bids endeavour : To fin…
…on the gale, Till its blade that wavereth Like the flickering of Death Sank before his subtle fence To the starless sea of sense. Now at last the man is come Haply to his halidom. Surely as he waves his rod In a circle on the sod Springs the emerald chaste and clean From the duller paler green.
…riad children to your will. We will damn the cowards creed, And the eunuchs squeaking still, Till the world is yours indeed ! Yea ! at last the spell shall break Wherewith Christ and Cromwell bound us