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…ard nor open to the ear, Woven of silence, moulded in the haunted Houses where dead men linger year by year. I have no fear To tread thy far irremeable way Beyond the paths and palaces of day, Beyond the night, beyond the skies, Beyond eternitys Tremendous gate ; beyond the immanent miracle. O secret self of things ! I have nor feet nor wings Except to follow far beyond Heaven and Earth and Hell, Until I mix my mood And being in thee, as in my hermits hood I grow the thing I contemplate that selfless solitude !
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…woodland ! Shall I find Crowtoe, Violet, jessamine ! Ill bind Garlands. Fancy I m a princess. Where Go to ? Persia, China, Finisterre ? Far lands ! Pity Dora ! Only one Daisy Did she find. The sulking sun Slept still. Dora stamped her foot. Aurora Lazy
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AMBERGRIS 77 Light ! ever light ! I swim far out and follow The footsteps of the wind, and light invades My desolate soul, and all the cypress shades Glow with transparent lustre, and the hollow I thought I had hidden in my heart must swallow The bitter draught of Truth ; no Nereid maids Even in my sea are mine : the whole seas glades And hills and springs are void of my Apollo The Sea herself my tune and my desire ! The Sun himself my lover and my lyre !
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… sees. Immense disdain, Egyptian 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 laug…
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AMBERGRIS 27 Heaven is not very far ; Soul unto soul may be calling When a swift meteor star Through the quick vista is falling. Loose but your soulshall its wings find the white way so appalling ? Heaven, as I understand, Nearer than some folk would make it ! Godshould you stretch out a hand, Who can be quicker to take it ? Then you have pacted an oathjudge you if He will forsake it ! I have had hope in the spring Trust that the God who has given Flowers, and the thrushes that sing Dawnwards all night, and at even Year after year, will be …
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…him : Better to pass where sand and sulphur burn, And days are hazed with heat, and nights are dim With some malarial poison. Better lie Far and forgotten on some desert isle, Where I may watch the silent ships go by, And let them share my burden for awhile. Let me pass out beyond the city gate Where I may wander by the water still, And see the faint few stars immaculate Watch their own beauty in its depth, and chill Their own desire within its icy stream. Let me move on with vacant eyes, as one Lost in the labyrinth of some ill dream, Move and…
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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…
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…er. 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 of the woods ! Ah ! the sweet sounds of the heaven ! Sights of impetuous floods, Foam like the daisy at even, Folding oer passionate gold petals that sunrise had riven ! See, like my life is the stream Now its desire is grown quiet ; Life was a passionate dream Once, when light fancy ran riot,
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78 AMBERGRIS FROM THE ARGONAUTS The Harbour, Vera Cruz I hear the waters faint and far, And look to where the Polar Star, Half hidden in the haze, divides The double chanting of the tides ; But, where the harbours gloomy mouth Welcomes the stranger to the south, The water shakes, and all the sea Grows silver suddenly. As one who standing on the moon Sees the vast horns in silver hewn, Himself in darkness, and beholds How silently all space unfolds Into her shapeless breast the spark And sacred phantom of the dark ; So in the harbour-horns I st…
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…hall they say, who come apace After us, heedless, gallant ? Seeing Our statues, hearing of our race Heroic tales, half-doubted, being So far beyond a rime to trace. What shall they say ? For secret we Have held our love, and holy. Splendour Of light, and music of the sea, And eyes and heart serene and tender, With kisses mingled utterly These were our ways. And who shall know ? What warrior bard our nuptial glories Shall sing ? Historic shall we go Down through our countrys golden stories ? Shall lovers whisper Even so As he loved her do I l…
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… death in the west ; A magical æon ! Nor love-song nor pæan, But a flame with a silvery crest. There shall rise a sweet song of the soul Far deeper than love or distress ; Beyond mortals and gods shall it roll ; It shall find me, and crave, and caress. Ah ! me it shall capture In torrents of rapture ; It shall flood me, and fill, and possess.
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…han hell fire, And bid them fade, as if the bryony Let her flower die, And banished them through space, as if a star Dropped through the far Vault of the sky, and, as a lamp extinct With blood-red tinct, Went out. So lonely in mysterious night A wild, strange light Flickers around the sacred head of man, And bids him scan The scroll of heaven, and see if there be not, Black with no blot Of cloud, but golden lettered on the blue That mothers dew,
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…s resound Only to the rending roar Of the shattering streams that pour Rocks by ice eternal bound, Myriad cascades that crowned Once the far resounding throne Of the mountain spirits strong, All the treacherous souls that throng Desolate abodes of stone, Barren of all comely things, Given to the splendid kings, Gloomy state, and glamour dark, Swooping jewel-feathered wings, Eyes translucent with a spark Of the world of fire, that swings Gates of adamant below Lofty minarets of snow. Thence the towering flames arise, Where the flashes white and …
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…he brim Wherein all stars and suns may dance. I am the beautiful and glad, Rejoicing in the golden day. I am the spirit silken-clad That fareth on the fiery way. I have escaped from Him, whose eyes Are closed at eventide, and wise To drag thee to the House of Wrong : I am armed ! I am armed ! I am strong ! I am strong ! I make my way : opposing horns Of secret foemen push their lust In vain : my song their fury scorns ; They sink, they grovel in the dust. Hail, self-created Lord of Night ! Inscrutable and infinite ! Let Orpheus journey forth t…
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…ner blue, Or rubies shadows of this rosy hue, Or light itself elsewhere so clear and clean ? For all the sparkling dews of heaven fallen far Crystalline, fixed, forgotten (as a star Forgets its nebulous virginity) Are set in all the sky and earth and sea. Shining with solar fire, The single-eyed desire Of scent and sound and sight and sense perfuses The still and lambent light Of the essential night ; And all the heart of me is fain, and muses, As if for ever doomed to dream Or pass in peace Lethean adown the grey Lethean stream. So deep the se…
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…very tune evokes its musical Lord ; And every rime tingles and shakes in me The filaments of the great web of love. 19. O Rose all roses far above In the garden of Gods roses, Sorrowless, thornless, passionate Rose, that lies Full in the flood of its own sympathies And makes my life one tune that curls and closes On its won self delight ; A circle, never a line ! Safe from all wind, Secure in its own pleasure-house confined,
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…all the birds change tune, and all the light Glows lowlier, musing on departed day. Strange wings and sombre, heralding the night, Fleet far across the woods ; and gleaming bright The evening star looks from the orient way. Shadow and silence deepen : all the woods Take on a tenderer phrase of musical Breezes : the stream-sought homes and solitudes Murmur 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 see…
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62 AMBERGRIS And O ! most lone The melancholy mountains shrine and throne, While far above all things God sits, the ultimate alone ! III. I sate upon the mossy promontory Where the cascade cleft not his mother rock, But swept in whirlwind lightning foam and glory, Vast circling with unwearying luminous shock To lure and lock Marvellous eddies in its wild caress ; 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 mut…
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…er floors of sand : Light calls Apollo ! The shafts of fire fledged of the eagle follow The crested surf, and strike the shore, and flee Far from green cover, nymph-enchanted lea, Fountain, and plume them white as the sea-swallow, And turn and quiver in the ocean, seeming The glances of a maiden kissed, or dreaming. Light, as I swim through rollers green and gleaming, Sheds its most subtle sense to penetrate This heart I thought impervious to Fate. Now the sweet light, the full delight, is beaming Through me and burns me : all my flesh is teemi…
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…ld know more I, I am concentrate In the unshakable state Of constant rapture. Who should pour His ravings in the air for winds to whirl, Far from the central pearl Of all the diadem of the universe ? Let God take pen, rehearse Dull nursery tales ; then, not before, O rose, Red rose ! shall the beloved of thee, Infinite rose ! pen puerile poetry That turns in writing to vile prose. 11. Were this the quintessential plume of Keats And Shelley and Swinburne and Verlaine, Could I outsoar them, all their lyric feats, Excel their utterance vain With o…