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…dercloud Up to the awful precipice-skirted place Where deaf, blind, palsied, mute There sits the leprous God ; we laugh aloud Seeing him face to face, Blowing him like a shaken sheaf of snow With a brief gust of wind Over the cliffs of his ensanguine throne ; Seating ourselves thereon, as men shall know, 15 G
…So that I see awhile the golden goal ! Yea ! all your light involves Me, me tenebrous, me too cold and base Ever to kindle to the maiden face (Three years my wife, three years of me unwon !) That would be mine, be mine, Were I but man enough To endure the rapture of that sudden sun The knowledge of your love, The assumption of me into that sweet shrine 1 R
II OSE of the World ! Your mystic petals spread Like wings over my head. The tide of burning blood upon my face Drowns all the floating images That danced their spectre saraband In Bacchic race, phantastical embrace, Upon the sepulchres, the dizzy seas Of this my mind, Sabbatic rout that spanned These straits my soul ! Ay, they are dead and drowned (And damned, I doubt !) Ah God ! I am exhaust In the red moons holocaust ! God ! God ! The chasms secret and profound Suck down the porphyry flood Of your maniacal, ensorcelled blood That maddens an…
…bove soul, spirit, heart, thought, being, mind, Allbut most irrevocably entwined And irrevocably alone. XVI HERE was a boy with O ! the face of dawn, The mother-of-pearl that shimmered on his skin, The breasts like golden roses circling red, The limbs like limbs of a young fawn For lithenessO ! for innocence of sin His eyes burned wondrous bright, his sun-crowned head Danced with its sweet and sacred hopes, So that he paced the enamelled slopes Laughing upon the laughing lake below, Expectant of some strange experience Worth all the woes of s…
… on the quintessential draught) So that the forest folk were sore afraid. But when I came upon the open space I might perceive my ladys face, And knew she waned because that I was late. Twin hills like ivory glinted ; on their slopes Blue rivers coursed, and many a nightingale Told all its tremulous tale To viewless dryads, or elate Trilled out its bleeding hopes Into the mist of light that hid (I know) Bassarids, Bassarids Dionysus-mad. Then, in that vision glad, I saw twin towers of crimson ruby rise Into the scented snow 10 A