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Page 1 of 11914 · PDF PAGE 6
…is to all life immune As is the sun's self to the moon, ‘Yet this, that is not love, corrodes ‘That self, or clouds it. Lead me far From earth to the unmoved abodes ‘That lie beyond the utmost star! Ah, no! the martyr asks his Lord For martyrdom as his reward. Give me my pain, and let me keep My love! T have no fear to lose My hate: While now she lies asleep, T have one moment's power to choose. I choose the cross. My love shall gain ‘The price of all my Judas-pain. Il Pure hate is like pure love, a calm, a flow Of the pure spirit in a single s…
1914 · PDF PAGE 7
…ck! God save us! Is there one thing worth Gold buys? You bought love; here's the goods! For health, Look at the ploughman toiling in the earth ! Disease and hatred won you by your wealth, ‘And scorn—foul scorn—even from the tipsy knaves ‘You fling your dollars to, and think them slaves! Each one of all the maggots that swarm round ‘Your swollen carcass knows exactly that; What is too rotten, what is fairly sound, ‘How much is flesh, and how much more is fat. Not one thinks otherwise than “ Here is meat: God sends His maggots carrion to eat.” No…
1914 · PDF PAGE 11
…eld them with his soft, strong, tiny hands? Well, history says it happened. But a man After all doesn't want to kiss Queen Anne! Ix fall Earth's hateful names I most abhor ‘The name of Mary. "Tis a bleat. Of course You must be Mary. Was there not one sore God could have spared to such a willing horse? Turn stripes to satire! So the only way Has been to cut the R out, and say “* May.” R, “the dog’s letter.” Why you are all R's! —I pray you pardon the two-pointed prong— ‘Must you keep up the stale romantic farce That you love sculpture, harmony, …
1914 · PDF PAGE 24
…, One beyond possibility, no hour ‘But bring to ripeness in the royal sun ‘Some fruit of our fecundity, some flower Such as no spring of earth or heaven can show ;— Laylah! my Laylah! Laylah! Laylah! mine Irrevocably from the hour of woe When I broke in upon the crystal shrine! 23