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…ing. Our lamp the drooping moon, dear, Our roof, the stars that sing ; The bed, of moss and roses ; The night, as long as death ! Still, breath ! Life wakens and reposes, Love ever quickeneth ! Sweet, sweet, when Lion and Maiden, The motley months of gold, Swoop down with sunlight laden, And eyes are bright and bold. Life-swelling breasts uncover 35
…terly and ever lost, Lost in the whirlwind of thy love, and tossed A wreck on its irremeable sea ! Life ! Life ! This kiss ! Draw in thy breath ! To me ! To me ! \Tannhauser is lost. 31
spouse of the Breath divine, Hail to Thee, shrouded shrine, Whence our Redeemer came ! Hail to Thy holy name ! Av6 Maria ! Tannhauser. Those words that saved me ! Shepherd-boy. Pray, your blessing, sirs ! I worship Mary in my simple way. And see Her name in all the starry host, And Jesus crucified on every tree For me ! God speed you to the House of God ! The Eldest Pilgrim. The Blessing of the Virgin on your head ! The Youngest Pilgrim. What make you, sir, so downcast ? Come with us Who taste all happiness in uneasiness. Hunger and thirst, in …
…n ! The lightning flows between Thy mounting breasts, too magically fair. Draw mc, O draw mc to a dreaming death ! Send out thine opiate breath, And lull me to the everlasting sleep. That, closing from the kisses of disdain To ecstasy of pain, I may sob out my life into their dangerous deep. 58
The Unknown Minstrel. Leave the wide circle—word and argument ! Move to the line—the steady will of man, That shall attract the Two, the Breath of Life, The Holy Spirit : land you in the Three, Where form is perfect— in the triangle. Tannhauser. My friend, the Three is infinitely small, Mere surface. And I seek the Depth divine ! The Unknown Minstrel. The solid ! But the triangle aspires To that same unity that you despise, And lo ! the Pyramid ! The Sages say : Unite that to the Sphinx, and all is done, Completion of the Magnum Opus. Tannhause…
… That is— of clay ? Tannhauser. I dream of no such thing. But of Thy likeness have I often seen The vast presentment—formless, palpable, Breathing. Not breathing as we use the word. When life and spirit mingle in one breath, Slay passion in one kiss—breathing, I say, Differently from Thee ! 42
…nd many-minded soul Centred to do thee worship. Hither, hither! TannhAuser. This shakes my spirit as a winnower Whose fan is the eternal breath of God ; Yet on my forehead I perceive a star That shames thy beauties and thy manifold Mind with its tiny triple flame. I go! Venus. Try not the impossible. Thou knowest my power. I shall renew the charm. TannhAuser. I see a Power Above thy mockery of witchcraft. Work 74
…its vehemence and light, to stain In one successful strain, The stainless sphere of the unchangeable. With its own passionate, desperate breath Ever confronting the dark gate of Death. I passed that gate ! O pitiful ! The same Mystery holds me, and the flame Of Life stands up, unbroken citadel. Beyond my sight, vague, far, intangible. Broken are will, and witchery, and prayer. Remains the life of earth, which is but hell. Destiny's web, and my immense despair. Landgrave. Your words are terrible ! We knew them true Even while you sang. But see !…
…n, dear pride of shame? Whose face draws close and near, Filling the soul with fear. Till nameless shudders course in every limb ? Whose breath is quick and fierce ? Whose teeth are keen to pierce The arms that clasp her ? Whose the eyes that swim For dear and delicate delight? And whose The lips that halt and choose The very centre of my mouth, and meet In one supreme and conquering kiss, and cleave Unto the wound they leave, 60
…at thunder now ! This, though I know thee. Aphrodite, no ! Nor Anael, nor Eva ! Rather thou Lilith, the woman-serpent, she who sucks The breath of little children in their sleep, Strangles young maidens, and presides upon Sterile debauchery and unnatural loves. Venus. Lilith ! Ah lover ! Thou hast known my name ! Tannhauser. So ; yet I love thee ! Rended is the veil ! Calling thee Ugliness, I guessed aright. Who saw, and see, all Beauty in thee still. Only, a beauty risen out of Hell ; 53
…, stagger, know the Evil, Beauty's counterpart ! Whose long-drawn curse runs venom in my veins ? What dragon spouse consumes me with her breath ? 62
My serpent-woman, drawing out my breath Into thy life, and mingling that in mine! See the rich blood that mantles to my touch. Invites the tooth to bite the shimmering skin. Till I could watch the ripe red venom flow Slow on the hills of amber, staining them Its own warm purple. Look, the tender stream ! Venus. Let its old sleepy fragrance lull thee now. Yet madden thee in brain and sense and soul, Mixing success with infinite despair. So ; take our secret back to sleep with us :— And in that sleep I know that thou wilt choose The fact, and lea…
…nded West ; Height clove the depth : the Voice begotten said : " Divided be thy ways and limited ! " Answered the reflux and the indrawn breath : " Let there be Life, and Death !" " The Earth, she shall be governed by her parts : Division be upon her ! Let her glory From crown to valley, source and spring to mouth, North unto South, Smooth gulf and sea to rugged promontory, Always be vexed and drunken, that the hearts Ruling her course round alway in the sky ; And as an handmaid let her serve and die ! One season, let it still confound another …
…st Night Dwelt, inaccessible to sound and sight ; Shielded from Voice, impervious to Light. Then grew within the barren womb of this The Breath of the Eternal and the Vast, Softer than dawn, and closer than a kiss— And lo ! the chaos and the darkness passed ! At the creative sigh the Light became. Chaos rolled back in the abundant flame. The vast and mystic Soul, The Firmament, a living coal, Flamed 'twixt the glory and the sea below. The whirling force began. The atom whirled In vortices of flashing matter : wild as snow On mountain tops by th…
…Beyond the gold and glamour of Life's lotus I Eternal bliss of Love in birthless bowers ! Light, the gemmed robes of Love ! Life, lifted breath, Ageless existence deifying death ! Love, the sole flower beyond these lesser flowers !— In thee at last the live fruit quickeneth ? Eternal bliss of Love in birthless bowers ! * * * • « There, secret ! Know it ! Now forget ! Betray not Wisdom unto Folly ! Less sweet is Joy than Melancholy! — Why should our eyes for this be wet ? Enough : be silent and be holy ! There, secret ! Know it! Now forget ! Now…
…pent Me, having made mankind! Let her be known a little while, and then A little while a stranger. Dumb and blind, Deaf to the Light and Breath of Me be men ! She is become an harlot's bed, the home And dwelling of the fallen one ! Arise ! Ye heavens, ye lower serving skies ! Beneath My dome Serve ye the lofty ones. The Governors, Them shall ye govern. Cast the fallen down ! Bring forth with them that are Fertility's ! Destroy the rotten ! Let no shores Remain in any number ! Add and crown. Diminish and discrown, until the stars Be numbered ! R…
…d ! Warm breasts that glow with light ephemeral And move with passionate music to enthrall, To charm, to enchant, to seal the entrancing breath. I fall ! Stop ! Spare me !—Slay me ! [ Tannhduser enters into an ecstasy. This is death. [ The evil and averse Hathoor, or Vemcs, who hath arisen in the place of the Great Goddess, lifteth tip her voice and chanteth :— Venus. I sis am I, and from my life are fed All showers and suns, all moons that wax and wane, All stars and streams, the living and the dead. The mystery of pleasure and of pain. 27
… of a Great Qtieen. Rise, rise, my knight ! My king ! My love, arise ! See the grave avenues of Paradise, The dewy larches bending at my breath, Portentous cedars prophesying death ! See the long vistas and the dancing sea, The measured motion of fecundity ! Bright winds set swaying the soft-sounding flowers (Here flowers have music) in my woven bowers, Where sweet birds blossom, and in chorus quire The rapt beginnings of immense desire. Here is the light and rapture of the will : We touch the stars —and they are tiny still ! O mighty thews ! O…