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There is the night: unseen I stand And look to seaward still : We would not look upon the land Again, had I my will. The ship is trim: to sea! to sea! Take life in either hand, Crush out its wine for you and me, And drink, and understand! 27
Even to the confines of wide space ; Comets their tails in fury lash To look on our irradiate face. And we will heal them. Dragon men And serpent women, worm and clod, Shall rise and look upon us then, And know us to be very God, Finding a saviour in the sight Of power attaining unto peace, And meditation’s virgin might Pregnant with twins—love and release. Are you not ready? Let us leave This little Paris to its fate! Our friends a little while may grieve, And then forget : but we, elate, Live in a larger air : awake, Compassion in the Halls o…
…des 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
Ill Is it your glance that told me? Nay! I know you would not look that way. Seeing, you strove to see not. Fool! I have ruined all in one rash deed. Learnt I 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
… the name I gave her Of the boot-button girl. Appal These words? Ah, would your spirit save her? She’s right just as she is: so wise You look through hardly-opened eyes One would believe you could do better. Ma foi! And is your God your debtor? So, my true love, I paint you three Portraits of women that love me.
XI I am a pretty advocate! My speech has served me ill. Perchance Silence had served: you now look straight On that clear evidence of France, The embroidered garter yonder. Wait! I had some confidence 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 …
…ed 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
Vv I ama boy inthis. Alas! Look round on all the world of men! The boys are oft of genus ‘‘ass.” Think yourself lucky, lady, then, If I at least am boy. You laugh? Not you! Is this love’s epitaph, God’s worm erect on Herod’s throne? “ Ah, if I only had not known!” All wrong, belovéd! Truth be ours, The one white flower (of all the flowers) You ever cared for! Ignorance May set its puppets up to dance ; We know who pulls the strings. No sage; A man unwashed, the bearded brute! His wife, the mother-prostitute ! Behind the marionetted stage See th…
…, dancer deeds Strained for egregious emphasis. These touch you not! You sit alone Passionless upon passion’s throne, And there is love. Look not below, Lest aught disturb the silver flow Of harmonies of love! 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
…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 insight keen We (laugh and) call not “love.” Now crooked The light swerves somehow. Do you mean— What? There is coldness and regret Set like the stinging winter spray 7
…anks 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 old, and all your beauty be Broken, and mine a broken brain. Yet we shall know ; delighting still In the sole laughter death derides In vain; the indomitable will, Still burning in the spirit, guides Our hearts to truth ; we see, we know How foolish were the things he said, And answer in the afterglow How good it is that we are dead. Will you not come? Or, where the surf Beats on…