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No science, for I love the fair ; No wedlock, for I love the kiss ; No scalpel, for I love the nude. And we await the deep event, Whate’er it be, in solitude ; Silent, with ecstasy bedewed ; Content, as Rodin is content. 58
…fidence in fate Ere I spoke thus. 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
…he 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 leas Look on each other’s face, and take The secret of the universe 59
…racing lustres of your hair Spelt out its sunny message, though The room was dusk : a rosy glow Shed from an antique lamp to fall On the deep crimson of the wall, And over all the ancient grace Of shawls, and ivory, and gems To cast its glamour, till your face The eye might fall upon and rest, The temperate flower, the tropic stems. You were silent, and I too. Caressed The secret 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…
…he thing I meant to say. O love! What little lightnings serve to show Glimpses of all your heart! Above All, and beneath all, lies there deep, Canopied over with young sleep, 52
… 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 the solemn powers Of sex and soul, of brain and breath. For you I lift the veil: discover ‘The actual, for I was your lover. What should such word imply? I showed
Forget your silly self, and store Its vital horror, stabbed and spurred ‘To fearful pace and torture wild Deep in your true heart's core, my child! For though I strip you bare, and run My red-hot iron through your flesh, ‘There is a citadel that none May touch—not God! The rotten rest Evacuate; be seated there, Let there be music, and Rome burn ‘Then you may climb to be aware How well you serve my idle turn, Yet to yourself avail. There too Lies a last doubtful chance for you. Behold who dare! (Ay, you are fain!) Purblind with prejudice? No vis…
…ints 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
…bides 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 holy abodes Of…