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…nce 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
…t 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 leas Look on each other’s face, and take The secret of the universe 59
XX Yes, there are other phases, dear! Here is a pocket-book, and here Lies a wee letter. Floral thyrse? Divine-tipped narthex of the pine, Or morphia’s deceitful wine? The French is ill, the spelling worse !— But this is horrible! This, me? The upholder of propriety, Who actually proposed to form A Club to shield us from the swarm Of common people of no class Who throng the Quartier Montparnasse! I wear a collar: loudly shout That folk are pigs that go without,— And here you find me up a tree To make my concierge blush for me ! A girl ‘“‘uncomb…
…ve! Awake! Awake for love’s own solar sake! Diverse devotion we divide From the one overflowing tide. Despise this fact! So lone and far Lies the poor garter, that I gaze Thither; it casts no vivid rays. But hither? I behold the star! 53
XVIII STILL grave, my budding Arahat? I see the crux of my disgrace Lies in the mad idea that—that !— Is not dissimilar, usurps The very function I have given Blissful beyond the bliss of heaven— Aha! there is a bird that chirps Another song. Here’s paint and brush And canvas. I will paint anon The limb yon garter once was on ; Sketch you a nude—my soul—and nude The very human attitude We all assume—or else are posers. Such winners are the surest losers. I paint her picture, recognise— Dare you ?—one glimmer of her eyes Like yours, one shimmer …
… you know The 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
…least ? How small, How idiot our lives! 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 t…
…ere, 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 vision, Palsied with passion? Sight in vain. ‘Stupid with sense of self? Division, Picture, not model? Then you win, T painted soul, who saw your skin -— Be soul! That saves you. If you fail, ‘Why, then, you fail! Enough of this—
…t we know That if our joy were always so We might not know it. Strange indeed This earth where all is paradox, Pushed to the truth: what lies succeed When every truth essential mocks Its truth in figure of a 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 : indig…