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…er 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.
…re 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.
…e awhile the golden goal ! Yea ! all your light involves Me, me tenebrous, me too cold and base Ever to kindle to the maiden face (Three years my wife, three years of me unwon !) That would be mine, be mine, Were I but man enough To endure the rapture of that sudden sun The knowledge of your love, The assumption of me into that sweet shrine Whose godhead duly knows Only the one wind of the utmost heaven Through hyacinthine deeps Down from the sapphirine steeps
…e-red hours. No fragrance of those days amid the flowers Lingers ; alls drowned in the accursed stench Of this damned present. The past years abort And this is found. Foul waters drench My earth. Alls filth. With what cold eye one scans This body that wasso long sincetwo years ! I wrench
…s Christ upon the cross ? How many days in hell ? But I have hung From the day of infinite loss Watching her degradation into dung Three years. Three years ! And now who asks me to shed tears ?
102 THE CONVERT (A HUNDRED YEARS HENCE) There met one eve in a sylvan glade A horrible Man and a beautiful maid. Where are you going, so meek and holy ? Im going to temple to worship Crowley. Crowley is God, then ? How did you know ? Why, its Captain Fuller that told us so. And how do you know that Fuller was right ? Im afraid youre a wicked man ; Good-night. While this sort of thing is styled success I shall not count failure bitterness.
ROSEMARY 81 Whose wickedness was never fain to faint, Through these dull years still cherishing the spark Of Thy dear 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 ?
…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 Availing me above all wealth and fame
…or 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, devoureth me Through my soft voice this harpy screams ! My blood, this viper-…
149 THE PENTAGRAM In the Years of the Primal Course, in the dawn of terrestrial birth, Man mastered the mammoth and horse, and Man was the Lord of the Earth. He made him an hollow skin from the heart of an holy tree, He compassed the earth therein, and Man was the Lord of the Sea. He controlled the vigour of steam, he harnessed the light- ning for hire ; He drove 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 …
…earest not my song ; thine ears Are stopped with worse than death ; And all this wasted breath Of minethose songs of six most memorable years Of ecstasy and agonymay not attain To charm thy being into love again. . . .
…t me. And I ? Ah surely I lack thee ! I must remember how we stood And let mad Paris pass us (Holding one moment to be good, For all the years surpass us.) And touched in our beatitude The peak of Mount Parnassus. Yea ; we did well to break the bars, And dwell one moment with the stars ! We played the ancient Comedy That Pan taught to the Satyrs.
… of utmost eld The grey cold slime of the snake That her beautiful body held. ButGod ! I was not content With the blasphemous secret of years, The veil is hardly rent While the eyes rain stones for tears. So I clung to the lips and laughter As the storms of death abated, The storms of the grievous graft By the swing of her soul unsated.
93 THE POET AND HIS MUSE TWO years I strove with all my store of spice To lure the victim to the sacrifice. I tempted him with garlands and with dances, With every virtue and with every vice, With girls that twisted all his maiden fancies Into a spasm of lust ; with necromancies Wherein he knew the utmost God to be No more than the plain torsion of his trances. Maugre device and stratagem, I see How all his virgin soul revolts from me, Knowing me for the ancient whore that sits Crowned and triumphant through eternity : Nor, though my beauty daz…
80 ROSEMARY Unto the latter things, the destined doom, Ten years ago ! how blind and black the abyss ! How swept the springtide from the winters womb At the sharp summons of the swift strong kiss That rapt me up from the unfriendly earth Into the star-abodes of Salmacis, Bringing the soul that slept to sudden birth. O frenzy of flame that swept across the world In orgiastic opulence of mirth, And left me ever in His arms close curled, Never, O never ! to shrink back again, But (through all ruinous time violently hurled) Never to lose the stigm…
…n 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 glad. Pan smiles ! My suit preferred. Now, let these eyes allure And this worn throat throb, thrill with songs to woo him, Fiercer than ever mortal heard. . . . Ha ! to him !
ROSA DECIDUA 137 These years I have watched her fade, my masterful love And all-embracing pity strove Like athletes in an amorous bout to make Some child to tread upon that snake. But ever the worm slipped, escaped ; its spires Here crushed, there rose the stronger for the pressure That gave it purchase ; keener flamed the fires In its eyes triumphant. Now its soul asserts Its master-pleasure ; The worm exerts Its adult might, and in one bout The spine snaps of that child of Love and Pity, And mangled he falls out Of the fight. Just so child He…
… I lost your love ? Pitiful ! Pitiful ! Pitiful ! This is no tragedy of little tears. This worm was in her blood Lurking for thrice five years, And now I see himthat old slime that leers Where Bacchus smiles, that evil and averse God that is wholly curse,
…c I was ! [During the next few speeches CARR and EUPHEMIA correspond by signs and winks. GRANDFATHER. When I was in Australia forty-four years ago there was a very good fellow of the name of Brown in Ballarat. Brown of Buninyong we used to call him. I remember MRS. OSSORY. [bursting into tears]. How can you, grandpa ? Cant you realise that poor Henry is dead ? GRANDFATHER. Henry dead ? MRS. OSSORY. Didnt you hear ? He was run over by Mr. Todds motor-car this afternoon in Piccadilly. GRANDFATHER. There, what did I tell you ? I always dislik…
…R. Bitter cold, Charley, for us old people ! Nothing right nowadays ! Oh, my poor leg ! Bitter, bitter cold ! I mind me, more than sixty years ago nowoh dear ! oh dear ! Run and tell Nurse I want my liniment ! Oh dear ! oh dear ! what a wretched world. Sciaticslike rats gnawing, gnawing at you, Charley. CHARLEY. You frighten me, grampa ! Why doesnt Mr. Carr come and play with me ? GRANDFATHER. He has gone out with your mother. Hell come by-and-by, no doubt. Run and fetch Nurse, Charley ! [CHARLEY runs off. Oh dear ! I wish I could find a go…