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AMBERGRIS 105 OTHER LOVE SONGS Rose Rose on the breast of the world of spring, I press my breast against thy bloom, My subtle life drawn out to thee : to thee its moods and meanings cling. I pass from change and thought to peace, woven on loves incredible loom, Rose on the breast of the world of spring ! How shall the heart dissolved in joy take form and harmony and sing ? How shall the ecstasy of light fall back to musics magic gloom ? O China rose without a thorn, O honey-bee with- out a sting ! The scent of all thy beauty burns upon the wi…
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…eps The water of the wind withdrawn.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 Archers bitter kiss Fast to thei…
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…ic sensual sacrament, Fills up its cup, its petals tremble With faint desires that dissemble The fierce intention to be wed One with the spring suns head. The fountains of the river yearn Toward the sacred temple-walls, They foam upon the sands that burn With springs delirious festivals. They flash upon the gleaming ways, They cry, they chant aloud the praise Of Isis, and our temple kisses Their flowery water-wildernesses, Whose foamheads nestle to the stones With slumberous antiphones. All birds and beasts and fish are fain To mingle passion…
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… men ! Thou huntress dread ! Thou crownd demon of the crownless dead ! O breasts of blood, too bitter and too tender ! Unseen of gentle spring, Let me the offering Bring to thy shrines sepulchral glittering ! I slay the swart beast ! I bestow the gloom Under the waning moon, At midnight hardly lightening the East ; And the black lamb from the black ewes dead womb I bring, and stir the slow infernal tune Fit for thy chosen priest. Here where the band of Ocean breaks the road Black-trodden deeply-stooping to the abyss, I shall salute thee with…
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…lately breathed Murmurs in the wanton glade Of the day that dawneth late In a maidens horoscope, Dawning faith and fire and hope On the spring that only knew Flowers and butterflies 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 j…
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…less 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.
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…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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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 !
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…tretch 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 true now we are speaking of heaven.
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…ed. My heart is vainly bled Through age-long hours. To thee my spirit turns ; My bright soul aches and burns, As a dry valley yearns For spring and showers. Splendid, remove, a fane Alone and unprofane I know thy breast. These bitter tears of pain Flood me, and fall again Not into rest. Me, whose sole purpose is To gain one gainless kiss, And make a birds my bliss, Shrined in that nest.
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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…
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… 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 of the woods ! Ah ! the sweet sounds of the heaven ! Sights of impetuous floods, Foam like t…
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…lides. 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 and tinge their edges ; weep That night brings love not to his breast, But onl…
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…ove and content and release. O bountiful bowers and O beautiful gardens ! O isles in the azure Ionian deep ! Ere ripens the sun, ere the spring-wind hardens Your fruits once again ye shall have me to keep. The sleep-god laments, and the love-goddess pardons, When love at the last sinks unweary to sleep. The green-hearted hours shall burst into flowers. The winds shall waft roses from uttermost Ind. Our nuptial dowers shall be birds in our bowers, Our couches the delicate heaps of the wind, Where the lily-bloom showers all its light, and the pow…
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… ; 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
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…en swart masses of thick clouds that close, Drive with drooped plumes their wingd cars Towards sleep, the scythe of woes. Woes, woes in Spring. Ere summer deepeneth The pink of roses to a purpler tint ; Ere ripening corn shafts back the sudden glint 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…
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… gale. The bank slips by ; we gather not its fruit. We plant no seed, we irrigate no root True men have planted ; and the tare and thorn Spring to rank weedy vigour ; poisons shoot Into the overspreading foliage ; So as days darken into weary age The flowers are fewer ; the weeds are stronger born, And hands are grown too feeble to assuage Their venom ; then, the unutterable sea ! Is she green-cinctured with the earlier tree Of life ? Do blossoms blow, or weeds create A foul rank undergrowth of misery ? From the deep water of the bitterest brin…
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…veliness, 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