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…nds us and burns us with wine Of the dread Dionysian Lord ! Evoe ! Evoe ! Evoe ! Iacche ! thy chrism of wine ! Evoe ! Evoe ! Evoe ! I am thine ! I am thine ! I am thine !
…o art mad with the Muse That 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 !
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…
72 THE SWIMMER FATHER of light ! Through the black seas I swim To thine arising Disk. Seven waves suppress Mine head beneath their arcane bitterness ; Nor on their curling summits shines one dim Foam-flake made lustrous by the light of him To whom I strive. O blank, black wilderness Of iron water ! O this stormy stress Of strength that strains toward thine auroral rim ! Caught up on the wild crest, thine orb I glimpse ; Thrust in the trough, the salt wave chokes and blinds. Shrill shrieks the wind, the voice of myriad imps ; And mine own mocker…
…ented 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 ! Rival and beat the pythons strength-in-ease ; Made to crushobstinately sure To print him in thine heart, thy paramour ! On shining shoulder and soft rounded throat Thy posed head swaysstrange grace of melilote ! With a triumphant air and mild Thou passest on thy way, majestic child !
…ove. Ah master ! thy fire the enrichment Of all the vain store of the shrine ! All mine to entice by bewitchment The joy that is utterly thine ! Ah ! but thou sailest, a swan Stately and splendid upon The lake that was waste and wan ! Oh now ! let thy rage interrupt My mischievous petulant smile Whose secret is hot and corrupt, Leers loose at the lips and is vile ! Tear off the virginal wreath ! Tear it with tigerish teeth ! Then, oh the sword to its sheath ! Thine anger is redder and rougher ; Thou huntest with thyrsus and thong. Ah God ! it i…
…ry 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 suns afford In their implacable cars As they roll on impassive ; bid thy Lord (O Rose, Rose of the Stars !) And slave make known thy beauty and thy passion In his imperfect fashion, So that thy wisdom and thy strength are sold In…
…ul away ; Andnaught may move meI am lost, Exenterate, exhaust ! So therefore, Pan ! a corpse I come before thee To call down Life from thine abode beyond Death. Three times I circle thee : three times my breath Breathes on thy mouth ; three times I do adore Thee, Till thine eyes glitter and thy loose lips curl Make me the innocent alluring girl Of fifteen yearsthat were ! so to recoil The same sweet garland. . . . Hither comes the lad With shy lookslet me blind him, let me soil His swan-soft body and his soul swan-pure ! Ah ! but my life is…
…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.
… delicious 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 !
219 LE REVENANT LIKE angels lion-eyed that rove I shall return to thine alcove, Gliding with silent step and light Like the shadows of the night. And I will give thee, dusky dove ! Cold as the moon, these lips of love ; And seek caresses, like a snake Playing round a crystal lake. At the pallid moons disgrace Empty thou shalt find my place That shall be cold till night appear. As others tenderness and truth Desire to rule thy life, thy youth, So will I dominate by fear !
…r godhead in himhappy saint ! Who hath Thy light within him in the dark Ready to burst again to ruddier dawn An Thou shouldst travel in Thine holy bark To drip Thy dews upon the thirsty lawn, And wake to song beatified the bird. But art Thou living, Lord, or far withdrawn Into the shrines of solitude unstirred ? O Pan ! have pity on the trembling faun ! In all Thy silence is there not one word ?
…TATION AU VOYAGE MY sister, my child, How sweet to the wild To travel and live there together ! At leisure to lie, To love and to die In thine own strange native weather ! The watery suns Of those hot horizons Have the mystical charm of the years That mysterious lies In thy traitorous eyes As they glitter behind their tears. There, all is peace and ecstasy ; Pleasure, calm, and luxury ! Furniture fine That the years make shine Shall stand in our own bedchamber. The rarest flowers Shed their scented showers To tinge the vague rapture of amber.
…ee, God, without fear ; Pious, chaste, and sober, I solemnly sacrifice This first-fruit flower of wine For a vehicle of thy vice As I am Thine to be mine. For five in the year gone by I pray Thee give to me one ; 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 !
…Sworded, a mighty man of war : Swayed all the stars, aghast, alarmed As at the Thunderbolt of Thor ! The very aethyr rocked and shook At thine indomitable look ! [Here must we utterly restrict Our theological remarks. One whom not Heaven could contradict Says : Now, Sir, if you please, no larks ! Hence for third stanza (with a curse) I write instead this sorry verse.]
…-draught To master me my cowardice. Alas ! Alas ! disdaining me, Both sword and poison mock my mood : Unworthy ! how deliver thee From thine accursed servitude
210 LHEAUTONTIMOROUMENOS CALM as a headsman at the block I smite thee, not for angers sake, Even as Moses smote the rock ; And from thine eyelid I will make Flow forth the streams of suffering To water my Sahara years, My swollen passions, maddening Shall swim upon thy sea of tears, Like ships beyond the bar that bound, And in my heart that they enlarge With hope thy dear sobs shall resound, A drummer rattling out the Charge ! For am I not a discord-note In Gods great anthemthanks to thee Black Irony with greedy throat That shaketh me, …
… 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 flowers fume, Quintessencenow may Zeus engraff its pollen in my wintry womb !
…east ! O God ! thy passion chars This life. Beneath thy claws I writhe. For like a lion thou art lithe And like a bull exceeding strong. Thine eagles scream beats down my song. Ah slay me, slay me now ! Have done ! . . . The torture is but half begun.
…oirs 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.