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…l siren ! with the scent seducing Your body sheds, scarred with the bleeding kisses My tenderness bit in, Like to a lion feeding in wild white wildernesses, My spirit sensible to your skin : Mingle them to a crescent character That shall set shimmering all the parchment fine And send a steam like wine Laden with ecstasy and pain Choral through all the passion-stained and passion- trembling air. Inspire a closer strain 5 Y
1907 · PDF PAGE 8
…es 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 many a million suns, Giving its life up unto its desire Out bursts the womb of my unguessed-at godhead ; 3 R
1907 · PDF PAGE 18
They are but plaisters of cool leaves that dip In pleasant water to the white-hot wise Terrible flames of hell that would devour me, Did not the raptures of thy love embower me In meads Elysian, fields of foamless fire, Nights of invincible desire, Things beyond words, beyond the want of them, Beyond the pauses and the ecstasies . . . . Where should my dream get such a diadem Of voiceless thoughts as these ? XIII HESE dreams reform Themselves into a rainbow to the storm Of simple passion ; let me from the string Take many-coloured wing As a swi…
1907 · PDF PAGE 21
…l marge And drank from golden vats the wine of joy ; Hot, eager, overcoming in her breath, As she would draw him to those large And firm white breasts and mix her liquid life With his in pagan strife ? 16 T
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…ost lamb that seeks the starry fold Within that warm and scented vale Clothed with narcissus, hyacinth, tuberose, Snowdrop and lily, all white, all cream, all gold, With never a blush like dawns to flush or fail Upon their garden-close. O wide is the world, wide, wide ! Be sure that I was lost, Lost, lost for ever ; are there palimpsests Wherein a man might study at great cost His journey thence ? O Rose of gramarye, My riddle you shall ree. My head was happy, laid betwixt your breasts. XII NOTHER time I passed the holy well And plunged (as Ph…