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10 For the bare-legged village-boy, is to the Sun, The Sire of Life. The Lover and the Wife, Sun-canopied, ignore. The people hear ; Then, be the people smitten of grey Fear, It is no odds ! I have seen the eternal Gods Sit, star-wed, in old Egypt by the Nile ; The same calm pose, the inscrutable, wan smile, On every lip alike. Time hath not had his will to strike At them ; they abide, they pass through all. Though their most ancient names may fall, They stir not nor are weary of Life, for with them, even as with us, Life is but Love. They …
1905 · PDF PAGE 10
5 Caught in the glamour of the sun, Thought all the woe well won. How hours were days, and all the misery Abode, all mine : O thou ! didst thou regret ? Wast thou asleep as I ? Didst thou not love me yet ? For, know ! the moon is not the moon until She hath the knowledge to fulfil Her music, till she know herself the moon. So thou, so I ! The stone unhewn, Foursquare, the sphere, of human hands immune, Was not yet chosen for the corner-piece And key-stone of the Royal Arch of Sex ; Unsolved the ultimate x ; The virginal breeding breeze Was …
1905 · PDF PAGE 16
…ight invades The mystical musical shades Of a faith in the future, a dream of the day When athwart the dim glades Of the forest a ray Of sunlight shall flash and the dew die away ! Let there then be obscurity in this ! There is an after rapture in the kiss. The fire, flesh, perfume, music, that outpaced All time, fly off ; they are subtle : there abides A secret and most maiden taste ; Salt, as of the invisible tides Of the molten sea of gold Men may at times behold In the rayless scarab of the sinking sun ; And out of that is won Hardly, with …
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2 Are molten dew, as, on the lotus leaves Sliver-coiled in the Sun Into green-girdled spheres Purer than all a maidens dream enweaves, Lies the unutterable Beauty of The waters. Yea, arise, divinest dove Of the Idalian, on your crimson wings And soft grey plumes, bear me to yonder shrine Of that most softly-spoken one, Mine Aphrodite ! Touch the imperfect strings, Oh thou, immortal, throned above the moon ! Inspire a holy tune Lighter and lovelier than flowers and wine Offered in gracious gardens unto Pan By any soul of man ! In vain the s…