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AMBERGRIS 19 Follow thou him ! Work ever, if thy heart Be fervent with one hope, thy brain with art, Thy lips with song, thine arm with strength to smite : Achieve some act ; its name shall not depart. Christ laid Loves corner-stone, and Cæsar built The tower of glory ; Sapphos life was spilt From fervent lips the torch of song to ignite : Thou mayst add yet a stoneif but thou wilt. And yet the days stream by ; night shakes the day From his pale throne of purple, to allay The tremors of the earth ; day smiteth dark With the swift poignard di…
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138 AMBERGRIS For brighter from age unto age The weary old world shall renew Its life at the lips of the sage, Its love at the lips of the dew. With kisses and tears The return of the years I sure as the starlight is true. Yet the drift of the stars is to beauty, To strength, and to infinite pleasure. The toil and the worship and duty Shall turn them to laughter and leisure. Were the world understood Ye would see it was good, A dance to a delicate measure. Ye fools, interweaving in passion The lyrical light of the mind ! Go on, in your drivelli…
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…es 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 loves last enduring sigh For sleep, so sure, so slow. Sleep, sleep to-night. Our arms are intertwined ; Breath desires breath and hand imprisons hand ; Breezes cool faces, …
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…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 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 …
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60 AMBERGRIS Some forty years this earth knew song and passion Pour from my lips, saw gladness in mine eyes ! Some forty shall I sing some other fashion, Dance in strange measures, change the key of sighs. Then rise in Thessaly again, Thalassian ! Only, more wise.
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AMBERGRIS 69 Her chaste lips flame, as flames aspire Of poppies in mid-June. She lifts the eyelids amethyst, And looks from half-shut eyes, Gleaming with miracles of mist, Grey shadows on blue skies ; And on her whole face sunrise kissed, Child-wonderment most wise. The whitest arms in all the earth Blush from the lilac bed. Like a young star even at its birth Shines out the golden head. Sad violets are the maiden girth, Pale flames night-canopied. O gentlest lady ! Lift those eyes, And curl those lips to kiss ! Melt my young boyhood in thy sig…
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…o 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 coldness saith : Thou art clay. Let us fare away, away To the ice whose ocean gray Tumbles on the beach of rock, Where the wheeling vultures mock Our distress with horrid cries ; Where the flower relenting dies,
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…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.
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… 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.
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… 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 eyes sad and dim In his intolerable abode. All things that are, unknown and known, Bending in homage to your eyes ; We…
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…esounding tides, The sepulchre of day. The moon is up : upon the prow We stand and watch the moon. A star is lustred on your brow ; Your lips begin a tune, A long, low tune of love that swells Little by little, and lights
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…the west. What angel from the silver gate Flames to my fierier face ? What angel, as I contemplate The unsubstantial space, Move with my lips the laws of Fate That bind earths carapace ? No angel, but the very light And fire and spirit of Her, Unmitigated, eremite, The unmanifested myrrh, Ocean, and night that is not night, The mother-mediator. O sacred spirit of the Gods ! O triple tongue ! Descend, Lapping the answering flame that nods, Kissing the brows that bend, Uniting all earths periods To one exalted end ! Still on the mystic Tree of …
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… 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 panted, And the sunny shapes Flit around to bless the hour, Comes men know not what 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.
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… Afloat are the gales In our slumberous sails On the beautiful breast of the Nile. We have swooned through the midday, ex-hausted By the lipsthey are whipsof the sun, The horizon befogged and befrosted By the haze and the greys and the dun Of the whirlings of sand Let loose on the land By the wind that is born of the sun. On the water we stand as a shadow, A skeleton sombre and thin Erect on the watery meadow, As a giant, a lord of the Jinn Set sentinel over Some queen and her lover Beloved of the Gods and the Jinn. We saw the moon shudder an…
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… that low bank where, shepherds say, The flowers eternal are. Thine eyes should gleam to see me there, As fixed upon a star. And yet thy lips should make a tune, And match me unaware So steals the sun beside the moon And hides her lustre rare. The bloom upon the peach is fine ; The blossom on thy cheek is mine ! O kiss meif you dare ! I called thee by the name of love That mothers fear and gods approve, And maidens blush to say O Gretchen, meet me in the dell We know and love, who love so well, While morn is cold and gray ! So match thy blus…
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…. In vain we lust ; Our hopes are sped, Alas ! alas ! From heaven we are thrust, we have no more trust. Alas ! Gold hairs and gray ! Red lips and white ! Warm hearts, cold clay ! Bright day, dim night ! Our spirits pass Like the hours away. We have no light, Alas ! alas !
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…nely spirit seeks the midnight hour, When souls have power To cast away one moment bonds of clay, And touch the day With pallid, wistful lips beyond the earth, And bring to birth New thoughts with which life long has travailed ; As if one dead Should rise and utter secrets of the tomb, And from hells womb Or heavens breast bring all the load of fears, Toils of long years, Sorrows of life and agonies of death, Hard caught-up breath, The labouring hands of love, the cheeks of shame, The gloomy flame Of lust, the cruel torment of desire More tha…
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… more, Since the sorrow of our lot Craves to pass the abysmal door. Never more for us shall twine Rosy fingers on the vine. Never maiden lips shall cull Myriad blossoms beautiful.
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…MBERGRIS 61 FROM ORACLES The Hermits Hymn to Solitude I. Mightiest Self ! Supreme in Self-Contentment ! Sole Spirit gyring in its own ellipse ; Palpable, formless, infinite presentment Of thine own light in thine own souls eclipse ! 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 …
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…ike smoke They fade, alas ! We weep them as they slip away ; we gaze Back on the likeness of the former days The hair we fondle and the lips we kiss Roses grow yellow, and no purple stays. Ah ! the old years ! Come back, ye vanished hours We wasted ; come, grow red, ye faded flowers !