The Star and the Garter
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
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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
XXVIII Anp who is then the moon? 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
XXXII Lapy, awake the dread abyss Of knowledge in impassioned eyes! Fathom the gulphs of awful bliss With the poised plummet of a kiss! Love hath the arcanum of the wise; Love is the elixir, love the stone; The rosy tincture shall arise Out of its shadowy cadences. Love is the Work, and love alone Rewards the ingenious alchemist. Chaste fervours chastely overthrown Awake the infinite monotone. So, Lady, if thy lips I kissed ; So, lady, if in eyes of steel I read the steady secret, wist Of no gray ghosts moulded of mist; 72
… man, low brute, Cry “Shame, O star that would not shoot, ‘And yet went out!” But I, my dear, (Good-bye!) get neither shriek nor groan : Kiss, curse, cat’s hiss, I shall not hear, ‘My dear, for I shall be alone. im
…you, my own; The little matter rearranged, The little mind refigured. This Alone I hope or think to keep :— The love I bear you, and the kiss Too soft to call the breath of sleep. And, if you are woman, even there I do decline : we stand above. I ask not, and will take no share With you in what mankind call love. We know each other: you and I Have nought to do with lesser things. With them—'tis chance or destiny : With us, we should but burn our wings. 64
…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
…I am.” Perpend! (Hark back to Hamlet!) If You stand thus poised upon the cliff Freewill—I await that will; (One) laughter; (Two) the old kiss ; (Three) silence after. No? Then vacate the laboratory! Psychology must crown the event, And sociology content, Ethics suffice, the simple story! (Oh! that a woman ever went Through course of science, full and whole, Without the loss of beauty’s scent, And grace, and subtlety of soul. Ah God! this Law maketh hearts ache, “Who eateth shall not have his cake.”) 32
…le, 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 again ; You ol…