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…d, 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 and bewitches. My life is suffocatednow I swoon I die ! I am in hell, red hell, red hell, Circles me closer ; all the souls afire As if the boreal moon With all the icy Lapland hags That shiver on s hibernal crags Were but a thin white shell Hoarding the seed of ma…
1907 · PDF PAGE 9
The rose flames out in the flood ; and all at once, A brilliance disembodied, I am shattered like the dew upon your leaves ; So that the lampless hour Strikes, and an unborn universe perceives Its lonely mother-flower, Us, in our loves arcane Briatic bower. We scatter light, a music-tingling shower ; We breathe out life, a crimson whisper ; We radiate love, a velvet-soft complaint, Most like the echo of a chime at vesper Rung far across narcissus-haunted leas, Lilied lagoons, and moon-enchaunted seas, By the high-bosomed boy, large-eyed, with …
1907 · PDF PAGE 13
…y in the bed Against the jetty silk, I thought you lay Just as the Milky Way Lies in the unkenned hollows of the sky. One swarthy ray of red Leapt from your hither eye, And straight my dream began To map that heavenyour eye, Aldeboran ! I launched the magic boat, and early found The Pirates cave and the Enchaunted Ground ; The cedared Lebanon, The Wizards Grot, the well of spice, The Hanging Gardens of great Babylon : All these then did I visit in a trice, And even did confirm the Bible tale By playing Jonah to your Jonahs whale. So, to th…
1907 · PDF PAGE 21
…d, 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 sense, Some drop of nectar worth a world of wi…