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EPILOGUE. THE KING-GHOST. THE King-Ghost is abroad. His spectre legions Sweep from their icy lakes and bleak ravines Unto these weary and untrodden regions Where man lies penned among his Might-have- beens. Keep us in safety, Lord, What time the King-Ghost is abroad! The King-Ghost from his gray malefic slumbers Awakes the malice of his bloodless brain. He marshals the innumerable numbers Of shrieking shapes on the sepulchral plain. Keep us, for Jesu’s sake, What time the King-Ghost is awake! 1 <)
1906 · PDF PAGE 120
The King-Ghost girds me with his gibbering creatures, My dreams of old that never saw the sun. He shows me, in a mocking glass, their features, The twin fiends ‘‘ Might-have-been” and ‘* Should-have-done.” Keep us, by Jesu’s ruth, What time the King-Ghost grins the truth! The King-Ghost boasts eternal usurpature ; For in this pool of tears his fingers fret, I had imagined, by enduring nature, Thetwin gods ‘‘ Thus-will-I” and ‘‘ May-be-yet.” God, keep us most from ill, , What time the King-Ghost grips the will! Silver and rose and gold what flam…
1906 · PDF PAGE 119
The King-Ghost wears a crown of hopes forgotten; Dead loves are woven in his ghastly robe; Bewildered wills and faiths grown old and rotten And deeds undared his sceptre, sword, and globe. Keep us, O Mary maid, What time the King-Ghost goes arrayed ! The Hell-Wind whistles through his plumeless pinions; Clanks all that melancholy host of bones; Fate’s principalities and Death’s dominions Echo the drear discord, the tuneless tones. Keep us, dear God, from ill, What time the Hell-Wind whistles shrill. The King-Ghost hath no music but their rattli…
1906 · PDF PAGE 25
Habib: In singing of his slave Hath Al Awaz grown eminent. The king: But I, to taste thy lip, My kingdom willingly had spent. Habib: Asylum of the World! My master bade me to present My loveliness to thee, whose brows Like to a Scythian how are bent. The king accepted him to bear His cup of wine, and was content. Let Al Qahar their praises sing: Three souls, one love, one element. Note.—This poem is very much taboo in Persia, as it is supposed to be little better than a pamphlet in favour of Christianity. The later work of Al Qahar, and especia…
1906 · PDF PAGE 8
…+ + © « «~~ 8&8 THE MORIBUND .... -.. s+. Qf THE BEAUTY AND THE BHIKKHU .. . 96 IMMORTALITY. . 2. «© «© «© «© «© «© « = QQ EPILOGUE: THE KING-GHOST . . . . IIO
1906 · PDF PAGE 24
…and went. Quoth he: By Allah, ’tis a star Struck from the azure firmament! Habib: I pour the wine of love For Al Awaz the excellent. The king: I envy him thy shape, Thy voice, thy colour, and thy scent. 16
1906 · PDF PAGE 28
…LOVE-SONG. O KISSABLE Tarshitering! the wild bird calls its mate—and I? Come to my tent this night of May, and cuddle close and crown me king! Drink, drink our fill of love at last—a little while and we shall die, O kissable Tarshitering! Droop the long lashes: close the eyes with eyelids like a beetle’s wing! Light the slow smile, ephemeral as ever a painted butterfly, Certain to close into a kiss, certain to fasten on me and sting! 20
1906 · PDF PAGE 72
…he sea, and pray Some idle prayer to sunset, or the storm ! Yea! as a cloud in worship-trance Swoons in invisible delight, Let slave and king, let death and dance Shake off their forms, and clothe their light In shrouds of sepulchre, the starless night ! Let song and cry leave tune and tone, Perish uncried and die unsung! Nature, the monotonic moan Roared by the river, thunder alone:— The Hoang-Ho, its note, the monstrous Kung! 64