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…orate of Indian toil ; A mockery of a self; outrun Its days and dreams, its strength and spoil, As runs the conquering counterfoil. Thou art not; thou the moon and sun, Thou the sole star in trackless night, The unguessed spaces one by one That mask their Sphinx, the horizon : Thou, these; and one above them, light, Light of the inmost heaven and hell :— Art changed and fallen and lost to sight, Who wast as waters of delight. K 73
1903 · PDF PAGE 77
… bears the ill quiver no more. He has aged as we all, and despairs; but the lady who bore Him, Eros, to ruin the ages, has softened at heart; He is tamed by the art of the sages, the magical art. No longer he burns and blisters, consumes and corrodes; He hath Muses nine for sisters; the holy abodes Of the maiden are open to him, for his wrath is grown still ; His eyes with weeping are dim; he hath changed his will. 75
1903 · PDF PAGE 76
And I who am not, know thee well Who art not: then the chain divides From love-enlightened limbs, and swell The choral cries unutterable Out of the salt, out of the tides, The sea, whose drink is death by thirst. The triumph anthem overrides The ocean's lamentable sides, And we are done with life: accurst Who linger; lost who find ; but we Follow the gold wake of the first Who found in losing ; who reversed The dictates of eternity. Lo! in steep meditation hearsed, Coffined in knowledge, fast we flee Unto the island from the sea. 74
1903 · PDF PAGE 86
…, Announce a Morice, see you fling ‘Your soul on knees in fervid praise :-— If so—O4, Lilith! runs the phrase, Now, is no barb upon the dart? Now, little lady, What ofart? v ‘Moreover (just a word) this chance T fling you over space—for luck! ‘This Scotland yet may catch your France, ‘My crow grow germane to your cluck. See art: see truth as I who see, (Am wellnigh fallen in the fight!) ‘Then the last lie, duality, ‘May break before the victor sight. ‘Then, and then only, That, Sweet hours Of trivial passion deep as death, ‘Ye are past: I face …
1903 · PDF PAGE 38
The will to live : and these frail friends, The women I shall draw you, fail Of more importance to earth’s ends Than to my life a finger-nail. ’Twere pain, no doubt, were torn away One, a minute distemperature. I spend a fraction of the day Plying the art of manicure. But always beats the heart: the more I polish, tint, or carve, I ask Strength from the heart’s too generous store To bend my fingers to the task. Cease : I am broken: nought remains. The brain’s electric waves are still ; No blood beats eager in the veins; The mind sinks deathward…
1903 · PDF PAGE 20
Our tent a little, bring us news Of the great world we have lost for—this! What fool exclaims—‘ to lose!” ? To lose? Ay! earth and heaven for one small kiss ! But he shall sing beside our fire The epic of the world’s desire; How Freedom fares, how Art yet revels Sane in the dance of dogs and devils. His thunder voice shall climb and crash, Scourge liars with tongue’s lightning lash, Through ranks of smitten tyrants drive, Till bosoms heave, and eyes outflash, And it is good to be alive. He shall ride off at dawn, and we Shall look upon our life…