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The song that soars, and reads the starry runes, And swoons ! None but the dead can tune the lyre of love ! Come, love, thy body serpentine and bright ! What love is this, the heart of sombre hght. Impossible, and therefore infinite ? Sheer height ! None but the dead can twine the limbs of love. Come, love ! My body in thy passion weeps Tears keen as dewfall's, salter than the deep's. My bosom ! How its fortress wakes, and leaps, And sleeps ! None but the dead can sleep the sleep of love ! Come, love, caress me with endearing eyes ! Light the l…
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…oulders ! Sleepy lies The tinted bosom whence its fire flies, The breathing life of thee, and swoons, and sighs, And dies ! None but the dead can know the worth of love ! Come, love, thy bosom to my heart recalls Strange festivals and subtle funerals. Soft passion rises in the amber walls. And falls ! None but the dead can breathe the life of love ! Come, love, thy lips, curved hollow as the moon's ! Bring me thy kisses, for the seawind tunes, 47
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…be ! I ride upon the sand instead, Look to the Cross, whereon I take mine ease ! Let be ! Just so the Roman soldier said. Esaias ? He is dead— as I am dead ! What was his symbol and his riddle's key ? Go, seek the stars and count them and explore! Go, sift the sands beyond a starless sea ! So, find an answer where the dismal shore Of time beats back eternity ! No more ! Let me ride on more hastily than this. That so my body may be tired of me. And fling me to the old forgetful kiss. Sleep's, when my mind goes, riderless and free. Into some corn…
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Create and uncreate, living and dead, The Mystery of Pain. I am the Mother, I the silent Sea, The Earth, its travail, its fertility. Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness, return to me- To Me! TCKKVULLAND8PRAS8.rRINTEES.BDISIBirROH.
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Tannhauser [with sudden passion). My squire is dead. I am no weakling that I need a knave Hanging upon me— 'tis an incubus. Landgrave. And then your horse ? Tannhauser. I know not ; possibly Kept as an hostage. I was prisoner once. Wolfram. Prisoner .■* By here ? Tannhauser. A-many castles, sir, Held by old ogres—and not all of them Stand in the mid-day, front the sober sun. Answer the slug-horn. Landgrave. You are pleased to riddle. Ever the poet ! 87
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Heinrich. Tannhauser! Yes! And we have thought you dead. Landgrave. Friends, will you swear to him .■* Heinrich. Yes, yes, 'tis he ! Wolfram. I know the blithe look in the sober eyes ! Landgrave. Changed verily. It was most urgent, cousin, I were assured of your identity. Three weeks the couriers scour the land for you. Urgent demands : —how came you here at last .'' Your horse ? Your arms ? Three years since Germany Saw the brave eyes and kindly face of you ! Where have you been ? Upon the sacred quest Still riding ? Tannhauser. Ay, my lord, u…
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…dolorous delight Thy straining bosom, and my kiss were death ! Death ! Dost thou live, Tannhauser .'' Sayest thou still : " None but the dead can know the worth of love ! " ? 52
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…fram. Lucky and brave. How we all envy you ! Heinrich. Envy ? This day when he comes back to us ! Why, we are lucky too ! We thought you dead ! M 89
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…hed, undignified ! The chase was long—if he could see himself! Wind, wind the mort ! What call will answer me When I step forward ? Am I dead, I wonder, Or merely on my hare-brain quest ? Three years Since I was seen in Germany ! \^He descends the hill and enters the company. Hail, friends ! Good cousin Landgrave, merry be the meet ! Landgrave. Hands off me, fellow ! Who are you .'' Tannhauser. My lord, Your cousin. Is my face so changed with care, My body shrunken with my suffering (That was not ever of the body) so ."* Wolfram. I know you, my…
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…? Who reads the riddle of the Universe ? All words ! Thus, from his rock-wrought peeking-poiiit Out speers the hermit. " See, the sun is dead ! " It shines elsewhere. You from your tiny perch, The corner of the corner of the earth, Itself a speck in solar life ; the sun. For all I know, a speck among the stars, Themselves one corporate molecule of space !— You from your perch judge, label, limit Him ! Not that your corner is not equally R 129
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…thy view that visible Image of Nature ; fatal is her name ! It fitteth not thy body to behold That living light of Hell, The unluminous, dead flame. Until that body from the crucible Hath passed, pure gold ! 119
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…sence in the veil and vision Of solemn lies that men miscall the world ; Not to thy mind the lightnings truthward hurled I turn. I laugh dead distance to derision !— Spirit to spirit : there our loves are curled, Not to thy presence in the veil and vision ! 6
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…bove the tide of things, Laps me as ocean, wraps me round as fire ! Ye elemental sorceries of song, Surge, strenuous and strong, Seeking dead dreams, the secret of the shrine ; So that she drain my life and being up As from a golden cup, To minofle in her blood, death's kiss incarnadine. & Who cometh from the ocean as a flower ? Who blossometh above the barren sea ? Thy lotus set beneath thee for a bower. Thine eyes awakened, lightened, fallen on me ? O Goddess, queen, and wife ! O Lady of my life ! Who set thy stature as a wood to wave ? Whose…
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That even the quick and dead, Being mortal, mix in our eternal sea ! Distil we love from all the universe ! Defy the early curse ! Bid thorns and thistles mingle in delight ! And from the athanor of death and pain Bring golden showers of rain To crown our bed withal, the empire of the Night ! O Wife! Incarnate Beauty self-create! O Life ! O Death ! Love unimaginable ! Despair grows hope, as hope grows desperate ; And Heaven bridges the great gulf of Hell. Thy life is met with mine, Transmuted, grown divine. Even in this, the evil of the world !…
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…Fate ! Mine was, by weariness of blood and brain, Mere bitter fruit of pain Sought in the darkness of an harlot's bed, To make me as one dead : To loose the girders of the soul, and gain Breathing and life for the Intelligible ; Find death, yet find it living. Deep as Hell I plunged the soul ; by all blind Heaven unbound The spirit, freed, pierced through the maze profound, And knew Itself, an eagle for a dove. So in one man the height and deep of love Joined, in two states alternate (even so Are life and death)—shall one unite the two, My long…
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Lo ! Lying at his feet as dead, I saw The leaping-forth of Law : Division of the North wind and the South, The Hghtning of the armies of the Lord ; East rolled asunder from the rended 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 promon…
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…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
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…fable's wrong ; .(Eneas came never to the ghostly side ! Was not the boat weighed with his body still ? Felt he the keen emotions of the dead ? Could he, the mortal and the warrior, Converse with Them, and understand ? Believe ! No soul has crossed in utter sympathy And yet returned ; because of this decree : No man can look upon the face of God ! Yet Moses looked upon His hinder parts. And I —yes, goddess ! in this passionate Life in our secret mountain, well I know Thy beauty, and Thy love, (although they be Infinite, far beyond the mortal mi…
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…f smiles Rather the coming of a dull despair. And not at all that keen despair, that sharp Maddening pain that should torment a man With deadliest delight, the self-same hour That he unveils the Isis of desire. These litde lovers strip their maidens bare, And find them—naked ! Poor and pitiful ! Look at our love instead ! I raised Thy veil, Nay, tore Thy vesture from Thee, and behold ! Then only did I see what mystery, What ninefold forest, shade impassible, Surrounds Thy heart, as with a core of light Shut in the mystery of a dead world. Thou …