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…over swoons, and slakes Her bodys thirst of love. This night no dewfall from the blue ! Unless my Alice be the dew. This night O never dawn shall crest The world of wakening, Because my lover has my breast On hers for dawn and spring. This night shall never be withdrawn Unless my Alice be the dawn.
…eign. Redemption from the threads of pain I weave, until the veil be drawn. I burn the chaff, I glean the grain ; In silence I await the dawn.
…of weeping ; Birds in the wood are on wing, Lambs in the meadow are leaping. Can there be any delight still in the buttercups sleeping ? Dawn, paler daffodil, dawn ; Smile, for the winter is over ; Sunlight makes golden the lawn, Spring comes and kisses the clover ; All the wild woodlands await poet and songster and lover. Linger, dew, linger ! and gem All the fresh flowers in the garland ! Blossom, leaf, bud and green stem Flash with your light to some far land, Where men shall wonder if you be not a newly- born starland. Ah ! The sweet scents…
… to fold, On its own calyx rolled, At night, in June ! One kiss, like dewfall, drawn A veil oer leaf and lawn Mix night, and noon, and dawn, Dew, flower, and moon ! One kiss, intense, supreme ! The sense of Natures dream And scent of Heaven Shown lin the glint and gleam Of the pure dawns first beam, With earth for leaven ; Moulded of fire and gold, Water and wine to fold Me in its life, and hold ! In all but seven ! I would not kiss thee, I ! Lest my lips charactery Ruin thy flower. Curve thou one maidenly Kiss, stooping from thy sky Of p…
AMBERGRIS 111 My love and I were awake When the noise of the dawn in our ears Burst out like a storm or a snake Or the rush of the Badawi spears. Dawn of desire ! But thy kiss was as fire To thy lovers and princes and peers. Then the ruin of night we beheld, As the sun stormed the heights of the sky With his myriad swords, and compelled The pale tremblers, the planets, to fly. He drave from their place All the stars for a space, From their bastioned towers in the sky. Thrilled through to the marrow with heat We abode (as we glode) on the river.…
…t Of sunshine that brings healing with the breath Of western winds that sign, they hint Of sleep, twin soul with death. Death, death ere dawn. The night is over dark ; Trees are grown terrible ; the shadows wan Make shudder all the tense desires of man ; No gleam of moonlight bears the golden mark Of sunny lips, nor shines upon Our sleepLoves birchen bark. Love, love to-night. To-night is all we know, Is all our care ; lips joined to lips we lie, Tender hands touching, hearts in tune to die, With willing kiss reluctant to let go ; So sweet lo…
…f her feet !) I swoon in that imperial embrace Lay we asleep till evening, or dead ? I knew not, but the wonder of her face Grew as the dawn and never satiated. She knew not in her strong imperial soul How hopeless was the slavery of life, How by the part man learns to love the whole, How each mans mistress calls herself a wife. I tired not of the tigress limbs and lips Only, my soul was weary of itself, Being so impotent, who only sips The dewdrops from the flower-cup of an elf, Not comprehending the mysterious sea Of black swift waters tha…
… By her own kissing fevour through its mesh. Last, glory of godhead ! flickers, flames the fresh First faint frail rose and arrow of the dawn.
…t Shielded from Voice, impervious to Light. Then grew within the barren womb of this The Breath of the Eternal and the Vast, Softer than dawn, and closer than a kiss And lo ! the chaos and the darkness passed ! At the creative sigh the Light became. Chaos rolled back in the abundant flame. The vast and mystic Soul, The firmament, a living coal, Flamed twixt the glory and the sea below. The whirling force began. The atom whirled In vortices of flashing matter : wild as snow On mountain tops by the wind-spirits hurled, Blinding and blind, the sp…
AMBERGRIS 119 FROM RODIN IN RIME Reveil DAdonis Adonis, awake, it is day ; it is spring ! It is dawn on the lea, it is light on the lake ! The fawns in the bush and the birds on the wing ! Adonis, awake ! Adonis, awake ! We are colour and song And for, we are muses most tender to take Thy life up to Art that was lost over long. Adonis, awake ! Adonis, awake ! thou has risen above The fear in the forest, the brute in the brake. Thou art sacred to shrines that are higher than Love ! Adonis, awake !
…s own kiss, Draws me to thee with every dream that glows. Poet, each word ! Maiden, each burden of snows Extending beyond sunset, beyond dawn ! O Rose, inviolate, utterly withdrawn In the truth :for this is truth ; Love knows ! Ah ! Rose of the World ! Rose ! Rose !
…The guards of our palace of art. We are one as the dew that is drawn By the sun from the sea : we are curled In curves of delight and of dawn, On the lone, the immaculate lawn, Beyond the wild way of the world.
AMBERGRIS 71 O fearful firstling dove ! My dawn and spring of love, Loves light and lure ! Look (as I bend above) Through bright lids filled thereof Perfect and pure, Thy bloom of maidenhood. I could not : if I could, I would not : being good, Also endure ! Cruel, to tear or mar The chaliced nenuphar ; Cruel to press The rosebud ; cruel to scar Or stain the flower-star With mad caress. But crueller to destroy The leaping life and joy Born in a careless boy From lone distress. More cruel then art thou The calm and chaste of brow, If thou dost t…
40 AMBERGRIS FROM THE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST The Palace of the World The fragrant gateways of the dawn Teem with the scent of flowers. The mother, Midnight, has withdrawn Her slumberous kissing hours : Day springs, with footsteps as a fawn, Into her rosy bowers. The pale and holy maiden horn In highest heaven is set. My forehead, bathed in her forlorn Light, with her lips is met ; My lips, that murmur in the morn, With lustrous dew are wet. My prayer is mighty with my will ; My purpose as a sword Flames through the adamant, to fill The garden…
…h in the curving blue Lasts but a little while. The night-winds kiss the deep : the stars Shed laughter from above ; But night must pass dawns prison bars : Night hath not tasted love. With me the night is fallen in day ; The day swoons back to night ; The white and black are woven in gray, Faint sleep of silken light. A strange soft light about me shed Devours the sense of time : Hovers about my sleepy head Some sweet persistent rime. Beneath my breast my love may hear Deep murmur of the billows O gather me to thee, my dear, On soft forgetfu…
…false flower : Ere the cup is drained, the wine Grows unsweet, that was divine. All the subtle airs are proven False at dewfall ; at the dawn Sin and sorrow, interwoven, Like a veil are drawn Over love and all delight.
…to be- atitude. A solemn rapture holds the faun : an holy joy sucks up the seer Within its rose-revolving sphere, the orient oval of the dawn. Lights graven old cartouche is sealed upon the for- est : groves are gray With filtered glamours of the day, the steely ray flung off his shield. She kneels, yon spirit of the earth ; she kneels and looks toward the east. In her gray eyes awakes the beast from slumber into druid mirth. She is amazed, she, eager, she, exotic orchid of the glade ! She waits the ripe, exultant blade, life tempered by etern…
… only rest. We move toward the golden track Shed in the water : we look back Eastward, where rose is set to warn Promise and prophecy of dawn Reflected, lest the ocean lack
AMBERGRIS 33 FROM THE FATAL FORCE Chorus Through fields of foam ungarnered sweeps The fury of the wind of dawn ; 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 sp…
…Our mouths are made mute for our love ; Our eyes are made soft as the dove ; We mingle and move as the seas. The light of the passionate dawn That kissed us, and would not awaken, Grew golden and bold on the lawn ; The rays of the sun are withdrawn At last, and the blossoms are shaken. Oh, fragrant the breeze is that stirs The grasses around us that lean ! Oh, sweet is the whisper that purrs From those wonderful lips that are hers, From the passionate lips of a queen.