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THE STAR AND THE GARTER I HAT sadness closes in between Your eyes and mine to-day, my queen ? In dewfall of our glance hath come The chill of sunset in hot lands ’Mid iris and chrysanthemum. Well do I know the shaken sands Within the surf, the beaten bar Of coral, the white nenuphar Of moonrise stealing o’er the bay. So here’s the darkness, and the day Sinks, and a chill clusters, and I Wrap close the cloak : then is it so To-day, you rose-gleam on the snow, My own true lover ? Ardently I dare not look: I never looked So: that you know. But ins…
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‘There is an eye that Arab sages say Weeps never enough. ‘There is an eye whose glances make the day ‘The day of Love. ‘There is an eye that is above all eyes, ‘That is no eye. (Stood proud Anatta on the Bridge of Sighs ‘And thundered “Why?”) Which eyes are mine, which thine, poor ape, discover, ‘And even yet thou hast not lost thy lover, Khepbra, thou Beetle-headed God! Who travellest in thy strength above ‘The Heaven of Nu, with splendour shod Of Thoth, and girt about with Love! (© Sun at midnight! in thy Bark ‘The cynocephali proclaim Thy ef…
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…h ; Your scent is keen as floral wine, Inviting me, and love, to death. You, whom I kept, a sacred shrine, Will fling the portals to the day ; Where shone the moon the sun shall shine, Silver in scarlet melt away. There is yet a pang: they give me this Who can; and you who could have failed? Is it too late to extend the kiss? Too late the goddess be unveiled? O but the generous flower that gives Her kisses to the violent sun, Yet none the less in ardour lives An hour, and then her day is done. 54
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…t Christmas. Wet The cold cheek numbs itself. A way Is here to make—an end of all ? What sadness closes in between Your eyes and mine to-day, my Queen?
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And ecstacy invades, insults, Outshines the waves of harmony, Lapped in the sun of day; the tides Of wonder flow, the shore subsides ; And over all the horizon Glows the last glimmer of the sun. Ah! when the moon arises, she Shall look on nothing but the sea. 16
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…e One that abides in the glooms. Walking he is, and slowly; thoughtful he seems, Pure and happy and holy; as one would who dreams In the day-time of deep delights no kin to the day, But a flower new-born of the night’s in Hecate’s way. Love is his name, and he 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 ho…
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…ot 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
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…n? Bend close, And clothe me in a silken kiss, And I will whisper to my rose The secret name of Artemis. Words were not needed then : to-day Must I begin what never I thought To do: mould flowers in common clay? Mud casket of mere words is nought, When by love’s miracle we guess What either always thinketh. Yes? 63
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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…
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XXVI I WILL not, and you will not. Stay! Do you recall that night of June When from the insufferable day Edged out the dead volcanic moon Solemn into the midnight? You Shone your inviolate violet eyes Into my eyes less sad, and drew Back from the slender witcheries Of word and song: and silence knew What splendour in the silence lies, The soul drawn back into itself. It was the deep environing Wood that then shielded us: the elf And fairy in an emerald ring, And hamadryad of the trees, And naiad of the sleepy lake, That watched us on the mossy …
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…ecret flames that curled around Our subtle intercourse. Profound, Unmoved, delighting utterly, So sat, so sit, my love and I. But not to-day. Your silence stirs No answering rapture : you are proud, And love itself checks and deters The thought to say itself aloud. B 9
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…will, From that small lecture I rehearsed With very Huxley’s strength and skill And clarity. What do I mean, Admitting manhood? This: to-day I fed on oysters, ris-de-veau, Beefsteak and grapes. Will you repay My meal with anger, rosy grow With shame because instead of you I went to feed chez Lavenue? The habit anthropophagous, Nice as it is, is not for us. I love you: will you share my life, Become my mistress or my wife? Agreed: but can your kisses feed me? Is it for dinner that you need me? But think: it is for you I eat. Even as the object t…
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…es! These folk That think they live—which dares at all To act? The suicide that broke His chain, and lies so waxen pale In the Morgue to-day? Did he then fail ? Ay, he was beaten. But to live, Slink on through what the world can give, That is a hound’s life too. For me, The suicide stands grand and free Besides these others. Was it fear Drove him to stand upon the bank ? The Paris lights shone far and drear; The mist was down; the night was dank; The Seine ran easily underneath ; The air was chill : he knew the Seine 22
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Glittered enamelled sorceries. She was a piece of jewel work Sold by a Christian to a Turk. She had fed on air that day : the flowers About her curled, ambrosial bowers Of some divine perfume : the soul Of ether made her wise ; control Of strong distilled delight. She showered Wit and soft laughter and desire About her breasts in bliss embowered, And subtle and devouring fire Leapt in live sparks about her limbs. Her spirit shields me, and bedims My sight: she needs me: I need her. She is mine: she calls me: sob and stir Strange pulses of old p…
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…eam Of glowing truth, our lunar light! Are you not ready? Who would stay ? Arise, O Queen, O Queen of Night! Arise, and leave the little day! 71
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…arth’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, and the will. It is no figure of boy’s speech, Lover's enthusiasm, rhyme Magniloquent of bard, to …
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… phrase? How should I care for this, and tire Body by will to sing thy praise, Who take this lute, throw down the lyre As I have done to-day, to win No guerdon differing from the toil, Were that accomplished : pain and sin Are needed for the counterfoil Of joy and love: if only so All men had these in 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. Bu…