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1901 · PDF PAGE 89

The Mother’s Tragedy

MADONNA OF THE GOLDEN EYES IGHT brings madness; moonlight dips her throat to madden us; Love’s swift purpose darts, the flash of a striking adder. Love that kills and kisses dwells above to sadden us; Dawn brings reason back and the violet eyes grow sadder. O Madonna of the Golden Eyes! Swooned the deep sunlight above the summer stream ; Droned the sleepy dragon-fly by the water-spring ; Stood we in the noontide in a misty dream, Fearful of our voiees, of some sudden thing. O Madonna of the Golden Eyes! Dared we whisper? Dared we lift our eyes …

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1901 · PDF PAGE 90

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76 MADONNA OF THE GOLDEN EYES Did a breath of wind disturb the lazy day ? Did a soul of fear flit phantom-wise across ? Suddenly we clasped and clave as spirit unto clay; Suddenly love swooped to us as swoops the albatross. O Madonna of the Golden Eyes! Did thy husband’s venom breathe on the trembling scale ? Did that voice corrupting cry across the midnight air ? What decided? Gabriel may spin the foolish tale. What decided ? We were lovers—who should care ? O Madonna of the Golden Eyes! How we clave together! How we strained caresses! How the…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 91

The Mother’s Tragedy

MADONNA OF THE GOLDEN EYES 77 ‘‘Come with me,” you whispered, ‘‘come, and let the moon Lend her light to madden us through the hours of pleasure; Let the dayspring pass and brighten into noon! Yet no limit find our love, nor passion find a measure !” O Madonna of the Golden Eyes! Dawn brought reason back, and the violet eyes are sadder, O they were golden once, and I call them golden still! Dawn has brought remorse, the sting of a foul swamp- adder— I hate you! beast of Hell! I have snapped Love’s manacle! O Murderess of the hateful eyes! O and…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 92

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78 MADONNA OF THE GOLDEN EYES Beast! I am damned in Hell for the kisses we sucked from death! Now remorse is yours, and love is fallen in dust— I shall seek Him again for its sacramental breath ! Yes, fear the gold that glitters from these eyes!” She took a dagger, and I could not stir. She pierced my silent fascinated breast. She held me with the deadly look of her. I cried to Mary in the House of Rest: ‘““O Madonna of the Virgin eyes!” I pierced him to the very soul: I took His whole life’s love to me before he died: Mad kisses mingled that e…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 44

The Mother’s Tragedy

…rus of Priests. Soldiers of Egypt. Syrian Troops. PACHAD. HY is thy back made stiff, unrighteous priest, ! Thy knee reluctant? Thine old eyes, grown blind, Stare into silence, and behold no god Longer. Thy forehead knows no reverence Nor sign of worship. Or sits mutiny Blasphemous on thy brows? For in thine eyes

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1901 · PDF PAGE 60

The Mother’s Tragedy

… the stairs, And pluck the young men by the robe, and take The maidens for her sacrifice, and burn With great unquenchable dead lustrous eyes Toward impossible things grown possible In Egypt. I will cleanse the land of this. Let me remember I am yet a god! Re-enter LEPER. THE LEPER. Thou must be brought before her presently Borne in a coffin. See thou fill it not, But take the lion’s mask and play his part Before the throne. Be ready, and be strong. PACHAD. I shall do so. Come, let us go together In hateful love and sacrilegious hate, Disease a…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 125

The Mother’s Tragedy

EPILOGUE lil Some forty years this earth knew song and passion Pour from my lips, saw gladness in mine eyes! Some forty shall I sing some other fashion, Dance in strange measures, change the key of sighs. Then rise in Thessaly again, Thalassian! Only, more wise.

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1901 · PDF PAGE 54

The Mother’s Tragedy

40 THE FATAL FORCE And comets moving through the deep Unfathomable skies, Darker for moonlight, and the glowworm eyes Of dusky women that were stars, And paler curves of the immutable bars That line the universe with light, Great eagle-flights of mystic moons That dip, while the dull midnight swoons About the skirts of Night: These bowed and shaped themselves and said : “It shall be thus!” And the intolerable luminous Death that is god bent down his head And answered: “ Thus, immutably, Above all days and deeds, shall be!” And the great Light t…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 40

The Mother’s Tragedy

… event! Yet even I, its very self, lament The execrable tyranny, The rayless misery Of this wild whirlpool sea of circumstance. Mine old eyes look askance: It is my punishment to dwell In mine own self-created hell. [CORA vushes in. MADELINE. What curse of God hath smitten you? I see Exceeding horror in abiding shape, Blasting the countenance of peace and love With some distortion. O your mouth’s awry! CORA, 2% a hoarse, horrible voice, You cannot tell! I cannot tell myself. Some vital mist of blood is shrouding sight From all but my corruption…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 86

The Mother’s Tragedy

…ith thin lips grown grey In desperate desire, and so with song And wine fling hellward. Yes, she does not rise— O if she opened once her eyes!

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1901 · PDF PAGE 7

The Mother’s Tragedy

… FaTAL Force THE SUMMIT OF THE AMOROUS MOUNTAIN THE MOTHER AT THE SABBATH THE BRIDEGROOM . THE CoURSE OF TRUE LOVE MADONNA OF THE GOLDEN EYEs . CONVENTIONAL WICKEDNESS . Mors JANUA AMORIS SIDONIA THE SORCERESS THE WHORE IN HEAVEN THE LesBiaN HELL THE REAPER . . THE Lorp’s Day THE GROWTH OF Gop . Love’s WISDOM PAGE vil 30 66 67 70 73 75 79 80 84 85 9° 94 97 98 102

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1901 · PDF PAGE 98

The Mother’s Tragedy

( 84) SIDONIA THE SORCERESS IDONIA the Sorceress! I revel in her amber skin, Dream in her eyes and die in her caress. She is for me the avatar of sin, Sidonia the Sorceress. The one unpardonable wickedness, Strange serpent-blasphemies, are curled within The heart of her Hell gives me to possess. Her hair is fastened with a dagger thin; A dead man’s heart is woven with each tress. I murdered Christ before my lips could win Sidonia the Sorceress.

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1901 · PDF PAGE 112

The Mother’s Tragedy

… visions of decaying Time. For in the fiery dusk arise distorted Grey shapes in moonless phosphorus glow of death; The keen light of the eyes thrust back and thwarted, The quick scent stabbed by the miasma breath. The day is over, when the lizard darted, A flash of green, the emerald outclassed; Night is collapsed upon the vale: departed All but the Close, suggestive of the Vast. The heavy tropic scent-inspiring gloom Clothes the wide air, the circumambient ether.

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1901 · PDF PAGE 95

The Mother’s Tragedy

…ated kiss. Lips to lips beget for daughters Little kisses of the breeze ; Limbs entwined with limbs, the waters Of incredible blue seas; Eyes that understand, the slaughters Of a thousand ecstasies Re-embodied, as they wrought us Garlands of strange sorceries; New desires and mystic passion Infinite, of starry fashion; The mysterious desire Of the subtle formless fire. Vainly may the Tyanzean Throw his misconceiving eye SI

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1901 · PDF PAGE 63

The Mother’s Tragedy

…dren of the hurricane ! Lest the sword of fire destroy, lest the ways of death be plain! So depart, and so be wise, Lest your perishable eyes Look upon the formless fire, see the maiden sacrifice ! So depart, and secret flame Burn upon the stone of shame, That the holy ones may hear music of the sleepless Name! Now the sacred and obscene Kiss, the pure and the unclean Mingle in the incense steaming up before the goddess queen. Holy, holy, holy spouse Of the sun-engirdled house, With the secret symbol burning on thy multiscient brows! D

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1901 · PDF PAGE 38

The Mother’s Tragedy

… Madeline! [ He vatses her to lead her from the room. CORA. Where would you lead me? I am blind with tears. ULRIC. I have no tears. Mine eyes are hard and cold As my intention. Help me, Madeline. CORA. God will avenge me bitterly on you If you stretch hand to aid this infamy. ULRIC. You shall not wreck her life. Be silent now! Believe me, it 1s nothing, Madeline! She often falls into a fit like this. Excess is danger, equally in prayer (Her vice is prayer) as in debauchery. [He ts again going mad. fe drags CORA from the room. MADELINE. It is no…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 87

The Mother’s Tragedy

THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE CRIMSON cheeks of love’s fierce fever! O amber skin, electric to the kiss! O eyes of sin! O bosom of my bliss! Sorrow, the web, is spun of Love the weaver. Twelve moons have circled in their seasons ; The earth has swept, exultant, round the sun; Our love has slept, and, sleeping, made us one. The thirteenth moon, be sure, the time of treasons ! Another spirit waves its pinions. Love vanishes : we hate each other's sight. In sullen seas sinks our sun-flaming light, Darkness is master of the dream-dominions. Lo! in thy wo…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 43

The Mother’s Tragedy

… puts her hand to her throat as tf choking. She bites her lip and sits easily back, look- ing straight before her with uncomprehena- ing eyes. CURTAIN.

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1901 · PDF PAGE 11

The Mother’s Tragedy

… tongue, The essential soul of dung That lived and stung; That spoke: no word that living head may hear. Even as a veil imaging Beauty’s eyes Behind, lifted, lets flash the maiden face; So that dead putrefying sea supplies A veil to the unfathomable Place. Behind it grew a form, Wrapped in its own dire storm,

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1901 · PDF PAGE 84

The Mother’s Tragedy

( 7O) THE BRIDEGROOM O passion stirs the cool white throat of her; No living glory fills the deep dead eyes ; No sleep that breaks her Southern indolence; Not all the breezes out of heaven, that stir The sleepy wells and woodlands, bid her rise ; Nor all a godhead’s amorous violence. She is at peace; we will go hence. Warm wealth of draperies, the broidered room, And delicate tissues of pale silk that shine About her bed: all kiss the dead girl’s face With shadowy reluctances that gloom Over and under, and the cold divine Presence of Death bede…

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