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…e Of the circle crossed ! [She makes a circle and a cross therein.| No light therein ! Mother of sin, Thou hast won ! Death to the sun ! Hail to the glow Of the corpse decayed ! Hail to the maid ! Ho! Ho! [She rambles about the stage, muttering savage runes with dismal laughter. Her words are inarticulate, when with a last Ho! Ho! the curtain falls.| [The scene rises, and we again see the stage as in Scene I. Maurya and Criospa as in the opening. Criospa is, however, absolutely calm.| Maurya. Criosda, answer ! CriospDa. I obey, having heard. Ma…
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…ve : no more ! Half the secret Hidden I keep. Hide it deep ! That is mine ! I will work. He is nought. The runes divine Awry be wrought. Hail to the murk ! [4 distant whine is heard.] Cover me! Lurk, Rupha, lurk ! "Tis a foe. Ho! Ho! [Clouds have been obscuring the moon; tt is now dark. A fox passes over the stage.] Crafty ! Crafty ! That is the omen. Fear not the foemen ! [She rises up.] Mine is the spoil Of the grimly toil. Gloomy, gloomy ! Ah ! but I laugh.
1903 · PDF PAGE 10
…Even as the rose. Wilt thou not lull it into rest, Some strong repose More satisfying than pale sleep ; Than death more long, more deep? Hail! at the twilight as at dawn ! The sunset close Even on the lake as on the lawn ! The red ray glows Across the woven stardrift’s ways In mystery of Maurya’s praise. Hear me, thy priest, at eventide ! These subtler throes Than love’s or life’s, invade, divide The world of woes. Thy smile, thy murmur of delight, be enough To fill the world with life and love ! [He bends over into deep reverence, yet with the…
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…st, Deep hidden of the East : the perfect rite Dragged by laborious hand and brain to shape And this [ Raises giass.| the first fruits ! Hail, thou fount of wit, Light liquor, child of cares how heavy ! Drink ! The peace of the Priest ! [He drinks up the liquor.| Be thou my light ! Uncloud the misty channels of the mind! Off, horror ! Off, compassion ! Be the brain The almighty engine of the Will—and those Subtler and deeper forces grimly guessed, Terribly proven—be they strong thereby ! Awake, O sleeping serpent of the soul, Unhinted skills, a…