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…about thy skies ? Beneath thy waters shall I roam, O sea, and call thy valleys home ? Or on Dædalian oarage fare Forth in the interlunar air ? Imageless mirror-life ! to be Sole between moon and sea.
…n ; Through fiery desolation creeps The water of the wind withdrawn. With fire and water consecrate The foam and fire are recreate. With air uniting fire and water, The springtides unbegotten daughter Blossoms in oceans of blue air, Flowers of new spring to bear. The sorrowful twin fishes glide Silent and sacred into sleep ; The joyful Ram exalts his pride, Seeing the forehead of the deep Glow from his palace, as the sun Leaps to the spring, whose coursers run Flaming before their golden master, As death and winter and disaster Fall from the A…
…terrible light, And the violent song of the seas. Unto Mou, the most powerful Lord of the South, let our worship declare Him Lord of the Air ! In the mutable fields that are sown Of a seed that is whiter than noon Whose harvest is beaten and blown By the magical rays of the moon, In the caverns and wharves of the wind, in the desolate seas of the air, Revolveth our prayer !
…a rose, She spins aloft and laughs at him. So gay the pose, so quaint the whim, One stares and stares : it grows and grows. So swift the air she seems to skim Ones senses dazzle ; wonder glows Warm in ones veins like lovewho knows ? One follows till ones eyes are dim My little lady light o limb.
…spirit curled Each to its proper soul ; the wide wheels flow, Orderly streams, and lose the rushing speed, Meet, mingle, marry. Fire and air express Their dews and winds of molten loveliness, Fine flakes of arrowy light, the dawns first deed, Metallic showers and smoke self-glittering For man an on. Wild the pennons spring Of streaming flame ! Then, surging from the tide, Grew the desirable, the golden one, Separate from the sun. Now fire and air no more exult, exceed, Are balanced in the sphere. The waters wide
…ian silence, mastery of pain, Gargantuan laughter, shake or still the ignited Stature of the Master, vivid. Far, affrighted, The stunned air shudders on the skin. In vain The Master of La Com die Humaine Shadows the deep-set eyes, genius-lighted. Epithalamis, birth-songs, epitaphs, Are written in the mystery of his lips. Sad wisdom, scornful shame, grand agony In the coffin-folds of the cloak, scarred mountains, lie, And pity hides i th heart. Grim knowledge grips The essential manhood. Balzac stands, and laughs.
AMBERGRIS 87 FROM THE STAR AND THE GARTER Song Make me a roseleaf with your mouth, And I will waft it through the air To some far garden of the South, The herald of our happening there ! Fragrant, caressing, steals the breeze ; Curls into kisses on your lips : I know interminable seas, Winged ardour of the stately ships, Space of incalculable blue And years enwreathed in one close crown, And glimmering laughters echoing you From reverend shades of bards renown : Nature alive and glad to hymn Your beauty, my delight : her God Weary, his old e…
…re : In thine own thigh most holy That offspring melancholy Didst hide, didst feed, on light, ambrosia, and moly. Ay ! and with serpent hair And limbs divinely fair Didst thou, Dionysus, leap forth to the nectar air ! Ay ! thus the dreams of fate We dare commemorate, Twining in lovesome curls the spoil of mate and mate.
…y prayer is mighty with my will ; My purpose as a sword Flames through the adamant, to fill The gardens of the Lord With music, that the air be still, Dumb to its mighty chord. I stand above the tides of time And elemental strife ; My figure stands above, sublime, Shadowing the Key of Life, And the passion of my mighty rime Divides me as a knife. For secret symbols on my brow, And secret thoughts within, Compel eternity to Now, Draw the Infinite within.
…hand And prayer unplanned Stretch fatuous to the void. Ah ! men my friends, What fury sends This folly to intoxicate your hearts ? Dread air disparts Your vital ways from these unsavoury follies. Black melancholies Sit straddled on your bended backs. The throne Of the unknown
…nd greener islets gay with grass ; Between the over-arching sides Our pinnace glides. Just by the mænad-haunted hill Songs rise into the air, and thrill, Like clustered birds at evening When love outlingers rain and spring. Faint faces of strange dancers spill Their dewy scent ; and sweet and chill The wind comes faintly whispering On wanton wing. Between the islands sheer and steep Our craft treads noiseless oer the deep, Turned to the gold heart of the west, The suns last sigh of love expressed Ere the lake glimmer, borrow sleep From clouds…
…ove all days and deeds, shall be ! And the great Light that is above all gods Lifted his calm brow, spake, and all the seas, And all the air, and all the periods Of seasons and of stars gave ear, and these Vaults of the heaven heard The great white light that shaped its secrecies Into one holy terrible word, Higher than all words spoken ; for he said :
…pse ! Let thy chast lips Sweep through the empty æthers guarding thee (As in a fortress girded by the sea The ranging winds and wings of air Lift the wild waves and bear Innavigable foam to seaward), bend thee down, Touch, draw me with thy kiss Into thine own deep bliss, Into thy sleep, thy life, thy imperishable crown ! Let that young godhead in thine eyes Pierce mine, fulfil me of their secrecies, Thy peace, thy purity, thy soul impenetrably wise. II. All things which are complete are solitary ; The circling moon, the inconscient drift of sta…
…l task and the labour is ended ; The toils are unwoven, the battle is won ; My lover comes back to my arms, to the splendid Abyss of the air and abode of the sun. The sword be assuaged, and the bow be unbended ! The labour is past, and the victory won. The arrows of song through Hell cease to hurtle. Away to the passionate gardens of Greece, Where the thrush is awake, and the voice of the turtle Is soft in the amorous places of peace, And the tamarisk groves and the olive and myrtle Stir ever with love and content and release. O bountiful bower…
…d, evermore Roars ; the vast wheel of heaven turns above, Its rim of pain, its jewelled heart of love ; Sun-waved, the eagle wing Of the air of feathered spring Royally sweeps, and on the musical merge Watches alone the man. O silvern shape and span Of moonlight, reaching over the grey, large
…urns, and all his fragrance fills The shade and silence ; all the rocks and rills Ring with the triumph of his steeds behind. The bright air winnowed by the plumeless leapers Laughs, and the low light pierces to the bed Where lovers linger, where the smiling sleepers Stir, and the herds unmindful of their keepers Low for pure love of mornings dewy hand. The morning shakes its ocean-bathed tresses, The bright sun broadens over all the earth. The green leaves fall, fall into his caresses, And all the worlds heart leaps, again addresses Its life…
…and dew, Skies and seas and mountains blue, On the spring that wot not of Fruit and falling leaves and love. Never dew-dashed foreheads fair Shall salute the idle air. Never shall we wander deep Where the fronds of fern, asleep, Kiss her rosy feet that pass On the spangled summer grass, Half awake, and drowse again. Never more our feet shall stain Purple with the joyous grape, Whence there rose a fairy shape In the fume and must and juice, Singing lest our eyes escape All his tunic wried and loose With the feet that softly trod In the vat the f…
…he cross and gave his ghostly breath, On the prick of death, Voice, for his passion could not bear nor dare The interlunar, the abundant air Darkened, and silence on the shuddering Hill, and the unbeating wing Of the legions of His Father, and so died. But I, should I be still, Poised between fear and will ? Should I be silent, I, and be unsatisfied ? For solitude shall bend Self to all selffulness, and have one friend, Self, and behold one God, and be, and look beyond the End. VI, O Solitude ! how many have mistaken Thy name for Sorrows, or f…
…ur a little where the maiden moods Are sadder as the evenings kisses fall. Like silver scales of serpenthood they fall Across the blind air of the evening ; Shadowy ghosts arise funereal And seek unspeakable things ; and dryads call The Satyr-company to the satyr-king. And all the light is over ; but the sky Shudders with blanched light of the unrisen moon. The night-birds mingle their sad minstrelsy For daylights requiem : and the seas reply Now stirs across the lands departed tune. The moon is up : the choral crowd of stars, Shapen like s…
…ss ; And there the solemn echoes caught the stress, The strain of that impassive tide, Shook it and flung it high and wide, Till all the air took fire from that melodious roar ; All the mute mountains heard, Bowed, laughed aloud, concurred, And passed the word along, the signal of wide war. All earth took up the sound, And, being in one tune securely bound, Even as a star became the soul of silence most profound. IV. Thus there, the centre of that death that darkened, I sat and listened, if Gods voice should break And pierce the hollow of my e…