FOLLOW A WORD THROUGH THE COLLECTION
Search the corpus.
Phrase search ignores case and repeated whitespace. All-words search finds whole words anywhere on the same page. OCR errors can affect results.
9 matching pages
Page 1 of 11903 · PDF PAGE 28
The moon is up full-orbed : she glides Striking a snaky ray Across the black resounding tides, The sepulchre of day. The moon is up: upon the prow We stand and watch the moon. A star is lustred on your brow ; Your lips begin a tune, A long, low tune of love that swells Little by little, and lights The overarching miracles Of love’s desire, and Night’s. It swells, it rolls to triumph-song Through luminous black skies ; Thrills into silence sharp and strong, Assumes its peace, and dies. There is the night: it covers close The lilies folded fair O…
1903 · PDF PAGE 53
Reduce to primal hyle perchance— I shall not do it in advance ! So let the accidental fact That these are women, fall away To black oblivion: be the pact Concluded firm enough to-day, Not thus to err. So you are not In essence or in function one With these, the unpardonable blot On knighthood’s shield, the sombre spot Seen on the photosphere of sun. 51
1903 · PDF PAGE 27
… Apollo! There’s phosphorescence in the wake, And starlight o’er the prow. One comet, like an angry snake, Lifts up its hooded brow. The black grows grey toward the East : A hint of silver glows. Gods gather to the mystic feast On interlunar snows. D 25
1903 · PDF PAGE 13
… not in discretion’s school The little care that lovers need? For see—I bite my lip to blood ; A stifled word of anguish hisses :— O the black word that dams thought’s flood! O the bad lip that looked for kisses! O the poor fool that prates of love! Is it a garter, or a glove? II
1903 · PDF PAGE 30
…hus. For while I spoke The old smile, surely helpless, broke On your tired lips: the old light woke In your deep eyes: but silence falls Black, blank : the species that appals, Not our old silence. I devise A motto for your miseries : “There an embroidered garter lies, And here words—they lie too?” I see Your intuition of the truth Is still in its—most charming—youth. You need that physiology! 28
1903 · PDF PAGE 19
…Girdle the world with angel girth Of angel voyage! Shall we roam In teeming jungles poisonous? Or make ourselves an eyrie-home Where the black ice roars ravenous In glittering avalanche? Or else Hide in some corrie on the fells Of heather and bracken, or delight In grottos built of stalactite ? Or be our lonely haunt the sand Of the Sahara : let us go Where some oasis, subtly planned For love, invites the afterglow! There let us live alone, except Some bearded horseman, pennoned, ride Over the waste of ochre, swept By wind in waves, and sit bes…
1903 · PDF PAGE 72
…ar Where tumbled banks of ice are thrown, Watched by yon solitary star, Sirius ; there to work together In sorrow and in joy but one, In black inhospitable weather, Or fronting the Numidian sun, Equally minded; till the hour Strike of release, and we obtain The passionless and holy power, Making us masters over pain, And lords of peace: the rays of light We fling to the awakening globe ; The cavern of the eremite Shall glow with inmost fire, a robe Of diamond energy, shall flash 70
1903 · PDF PAGE 48
… my wit Winged, to avail me from the scorn Of my own concierge. Adorn The facts I might ; you know them not ; But that were just the one black blot On this love’s lesson : still, to excuse Myself to you, who could not choose But make some weak apology Before the concierge’s eye! True, you are far too high to accuse— Perhaps would rather not be told? You shall hear. Does a miner lose If through the quartz he gets to gold? Yes: Nina was a thing of nought, A little laughing lewd gamine, Idle and vicious, void of thought, Easy, impertinent, unclean…
1903 · PDF PAGE 70
…keen excess Those were forgotten : indigo Is amber’s shadow, but—confess For all men but ourselves the tint Of all the earth is dull and black! Only some glints of love bestow The knowledge of what meteor wrack Trails pestilence across the sky. But we are other—you and I! So shall we live in deep content, Unchanging bliss, despise them still Groping on isle and continent 68