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…len like a sacrament In the nights shrine ! One kiss, like moonlight cold Lighting with floral gold The lakes low tune : One kiss, one flower 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 ! I…
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… Rosa Mundi 1. Rose of the world ! Red glory of the secret heart of love ! Red flame, rose red, most subtly curled Into its own infinite flower, all flowers above ! Its flower in its own perfumed passion, Its faint sweet passion, folded and furled In flower fashion ; And my deep spirit taking its pure part Of that voluptuous heart Of hidden happiness ! 2. Arise, strong bow of the young child Eros ! (While the maddening moonlight, the memoried caress Stolen of the scented rose Stirs me and bids each racing pulse ache, ache !) Bend into an agony …
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…en in gold on the days grave, To love, and to forget ; And sea-winds whisper oer the wave The name of Margaret. A heart of gold, a flower of white, A blushing flame of snow, She moves like latticed moons of light And O ! her voice is low, Shell murmurs borne to Amphitrite, Exulting as they go. Her stature waves, as if a flower Forgot the evening breeze, But heard the charioted hour Sweep from the father seas, And kept sweet time within her bower, And hushed mild melodies. So grave and delicate and tall Shall laughter never sweep Like a …
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… With the summer and the sun, Ere the maidens unbeholden Gather one by one, To the vineyard comes the shower, No sweet rain to fresh the flower But the thunder rain that cleaves, Rends and ruins tender leaves. Ere the wine of perfect pleasure From a perfect chalice poured, Swells the veins with such a measure As the gardens lord Makes his votaries dance to, death Draws with soft delicious breath To the maiden and the man. Love and life are both a span. Ere the crimson lips have planted Paler roses, warmer grapes, Ere the maiden breasts have pa…
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…: AN ADULTERY Alice The roses of the world are sad, The water-lilies pale, Because my lover takes her lad Beneath the moonlight veil. No flower may bloom this happy hour Unless my Alice be the flower. The stars are hidden in dark and mist, The moon and sun are dead, Because my love has caught and kissed My body in her bed. No light may shine this happy night Unless my Alice be the light. So silent are the thrush, the lark ! The nightingales at rest, Because my lover loves the dark, And has me in her breast. No song this happy night be heard …
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…t in worship of her body lithe And time forgotten with his scythe, and thought, the Witenagemot, Confused in rapture : peace is culled a flower from the arboreal root, The vision dulled, the singer mute, shattered the lute, the song annulled.
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… the breeze that blows Over cape and valley now At the silence of the noon, Or the slumber hour Of the white delicious moon Like a lotus-flower ! Let us sadly, slowly, to To the silence of the snow !
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… them ; Darkness falls like dewfall about the hill-sides ; Night is upon me. Now to me remain in the doubtful twilight Stretches bare of flower, but touched with whispers, Grey with huddled rocks, and a space of woodland, Pine-tree and poplar. Now a stream to ford and a stile to clamber ; Last the inn, a book, and a quiet corner . . . Fresh as Spring, there kisses me on the forehead Sleep, like a sister.
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…he kingdom ! Thine the power ! The glory triply thine ! Thine, through Eternitys swift hour Eternity, thy shrine Yea, by the holy lotus-flower, Even mine !
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…ld 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 this. Forget the feeble vow Ill sworn ; all laws allow Pity, that is Kin unto love, and mild List to the sad and wild Crying of the lonely child Who asks a kiss. One kiss, like snow, to slip, Cool fragrance from thy lip To me…
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…r maiden bosoms bared To the dying vesper rays, Where the sun below the bays Of the West is stooping ; All our hearts together drooping, Flowers the ocean bears. All the garb that gladness wears To a rent uncouth attire Changed with cares ; Happy songs our love had made Ere the sun had sunk his fire, In the moonrise fall and fade, And the dregs of our desire Fall away to death. Tears divide our labouring breath That of our sisterO our sister ! Moon and sun and stars have kissed her ! She must touch the lips of death, Touch the lips whose coldn…
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…e to me. O lamentable season of Apollo, When swoops his glory to the golden wave ! As all his children, so their lord shall follow ! The flower he slew, the maiden he would save, As Itylus, light woven, tuned ! O swallow, Bewail their grave ! The gracious breast of Artemis may light me To menyet loved I ever Artemis ? Surely the vine-song and the dance delight me, The sea-blue bowers where Aphrodite is. Terrible gods and destinies excite me, The strange sad kiss. Thus may no moon tell Earth my story after, No virgin sing my fame as virginal. Y…
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…oubtful weather Hold the firm old pinnacles, sky-defying ; Still the icy feet of the wind relentless. Walk in their meadows. Fields that flower not, blossom in no new springtide ; Fields where grass nor herb nor abounding darnel Flourish ; fields more barren, devoid, than oceans Pasture ungarnered. Deserts, stone as arid as sand, savannahs Black with wrecks, a wilderness evil, fruitless ; Still, to me, a land of the bluest heaven Studded with silver. Castles bleak and bare as the wrath of ocean, Wasted wall and tower, as the blast had risen,
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… cheeks of shame, The gloomy flame Of lust, the cruel torment of desire More than 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,
1910 · PDF PAGE 136
…s across the glade Laughing, her bosom swelling with the milk Born of a million kisses : leaps her womb Pregnant with fruits, and latter flowers, and shade Of the great cedar-groves : soft, soft as silk, Her skin glows amber, silvered with the bloom Mist-like of the moons light, A slumberous haze of quietude Shed oer the hardy limbs, and lustihood, And boldness, and great might. Earth knows her daring daughter, and the sea Breaks into million-folded mystery Of flower-like flashes in the pale moonrise,
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…ls ! You lie like a sweet nut within the husk Of my big arms ; and uttermost content I have of you, my tiny fairy, eh ? Do you live in a flower, I wonder, and sleep and pray To the good God to send you dew at dawn And rain in rains soft season, and sun betimes, And all the gladness of the afterglow When you come shyly out of the folded bud, Unsheath your dainty soul, bathe it in blood Of my heart ? Do you love me ? Do you know How I love you ? Do you love these twittering rimes I string you ? Is your tiny life withdrawn Into its cup for modest…
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… hath sought me and found me In the heart of the sand and the snow : He hath caught me, and held me, and bound me, In the lands where no flower may grow His voice is a spell, Hath enchanted me well ! I am his, and I will it or no. But I will it, I will it, I will it ! His speck of a soul in its cars Shall lift up immensity ! fill it With light of his lyrical bars. His soul shall concentre All space ; he shall enter The beautiful land of the stars. He shall know me eternally wedded To the splendid and subtle of mind ; For thee pious, the arrogan…
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…their face, Weary and pass and are no more. So we, Since hope must be, Look to the future, to the chance minute That life may shoot Some flower at least to blossom in the night, Since vital light Is sure to fail us on the hideous way. What ? Must we pray ? Verily, O thou littlest babe, too weak To stir or speak, Capable hardly of a thought, yet seed Of word and deed ? To thine assured fruition we may trust This weary dust. We who are old, and palsied, (and so wise !) Lift up our eyes To little children, as the storm-tossed bark Hails in the dar…
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…fe. 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 that can drink it up, Not trusting life to its own ecstasy, Not mixing poison with the loving-cup. I, maker of mad rimes, the reaper she ! We lingered but a day upon the lawn. O Thou, the other Reaper ! come to me ! Thy dark embraces have a germ of Dawn !
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…e river and mysterious lawn To some impossible diadem of dawn ! So the more orderly ruling of events Shall change and blossom to a finer flower, Until it serve to worlds and elements For aspiration in the nobler hour No mere repression, but the hope and crown Of fallen hierarchies no more cast down. O misery of triple love and grief And hope ! O joy of hatred and despair And happiness ! The little hour is brief, And the lithe fingers soothe the listless hair Less, and the kisses swoon to tenderer signs And little sobs of sleeping ecstasies. No…