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…es, 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
…e, 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 blushes to the dawn ; T…
AMBERGRIS 99 Thereon ; some fragrance rare Stolen from my ladys hair Perchance redeeming now and then the distant Fugitive tunes. 18. Ah ! Love ! the hour is over ! The moon is up, the vigil overpast. Call me to thee at last, O Rose, O perfect miracle lover, Call me ! I hear thee though it be across The abyss of the whole universe, Though not a sigh escape, delicious loss ! Though hardly a wish rehearse The imperfection underlying ever The perfect happiness. Thou knowest that not in flesh Lies the fair fresh Delight of love ; not in mere lips …
…where pulses beat Of warm love waiting in the arboreal seat Till the shade lengthen on the lawn light-gleaming. Now 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. Lik…
…en, think you, must control The stainless aspiration of the soul ? Not one. I tell you, destiny is sure, Yet moves no finger : though it tune my tongue, My tongue shall tune it too : my words endure As destiny decays : my hands are flung In prayer to Heaven nay, to mine own crown, To raise myself, and not to drag it down ! O holiest Lord of the divine white flame Of brilliance sworded in the temple sky ! O thou who knowest my most secret name, Who whisperest when only thou and I Make up our universe : bestow thy kiss : Arise ! Come, let us pier…
…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 !
… sleep supreme With thee and love alone ! A jewelled night of star and moon Shall watch our bridal chamber, Bending the blue rays to the tune Of softly-sliding amber. Dim winds shall whisper echoes of Our slow ecstatic breath, Telling all worlds how sweet is love, How beautiful is death.
…fall Across her ivory sleep ? A tender laugh most musical ? A sigh serenely deep ? She laughs in wordless swift desire A soft Thalassian tune ; Her eyelids glimmer with the fire That animates the moon :
… maiden swoon ! None daring to invoke the gales To shake our sea, and swell our sails. Not song, but silence, were a boon Save for this tune. Round capes grown darker as night falls, We see at last the splendid walls That ridge the bay ; the town lies there Lighted (the temples hour for prayer) At grave harmonious intervals. The grand voice of some seaman calls, Just as the picture fades, aware How it was fair.
…of a sweet saint, Stolen 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 it…
…of the Gods : could a comet Attain to the calm of the moon : I would mingle them all in a kiss, and draw from it The soul of a sensitive tune. All lovers should hear it and know it : not needing the words of a poet In ebony hewn. O beam of discovery under the eyelids awakening The sense of delight ! O assent Slow dawning through cream into roses ! O white bosom shaking The myrtles of magical scent In the groves of the heart ! O the pleasure that runs over all overmeasure, The wine of Event ! Overmastered the hurl of the world in the hush of our…
…e music of sleep, The breath of the wings of the night, The song of the magical deep, The sighs of the spirits that weep, Make murmur to tune our delight. Slow feet are our measures that move ; Swift songs are more soft than the breeze ; 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 i…
… Of that most softly-spoken one, Mine Aphrodite ! Touch the imperfect strings, O thou, immortal, throned above the moon ! Inspire a holy tune Lighter and lovelier than flowers and wine Offered in gracious gardens unto Pan By any soul of man !
…ing 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 the nameless kiss Pronounced toward the uttermost abode. Of thy supreme desire. I shall illume the fire Whence thy wild stryges shall obey the lyre, Whence thy Lemurs shall gather and spring round, Girdling me in the sad funereal ground With faces turnd back, My fac…
…one ; They are, and I in them, alone : Only some lute-player grown star Is heard like whispering flowers afar ; And some divided, single tune Sobs from the sea and moon.
…rchen 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, rosy with the brand Of long sweet kisses ; sun shall dawn and find Two lovers who have passed the land Of sleepand found Death kind.
…eard, Bowed, laughed aloud, concurred, And passed the word along, the signal of wide war. All earth took up the sound, And, being in one tune securely bound, Even as a star became the soul of silence most profound. IV. Thus there, the centre of that death that darkened, I sat and listened, if Gods voice should break And pierce the hollow of my ear that hearkened, Lest God should speak and find me not awake For his own sake. No voice, no song might pierce or penetrate That enviable universal state. The sun and moon beheld, stood still. Only th…
…In moonrays of pure longing tried, And gathered after many moons of labour Into the compass of a single day, And wrought into continuous tune, One laughter with one languor for its neighbour, One thought of winter with one word of June, Muddled and mixed in mere dismay, Chiselled with the cunning chisel fo despair, Found wanting, well aware Of its own fault, even insistent