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RICHARD BUXTON . SONNET. DEAREST, if the touch of common things Can taint our love or wither , let it die . The fre' est hearted lark that soars and sings Soon after dawn amid a dew - brushed sky Takes song from love and knows well where love lies , Hid in the grass ," the dear domestic nest , The secret , splendid , common paradise . The strangest joys are not the loveliest : Passion far - sought is dead when it is found , But love that 's born of intimate common things Cries with a voice of splendour , with a sound That over stranger feeling …
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Aleister Crowley . Your scent is keen as floral wine , Inviting me and love -- to death . You , whom I kept a sacred shrine, Will Aling the portals to the day ; Where shone the moon the sun shall shine, Silver in scarlet melt away . There is yet a pang ; they gave me this Who can ; and you who could have failed ? Is it too late to extend the kiss ? Too late the goddess be unveiled ? O but the generous flower that gives Her kisses to the violent sun , Yet none the less in ardour lives An hour , and then her day is done . Back from my lips, back …
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… HAT are roses for, my Queen , w White and crimson , leafed with green ? What are flowers for , bud and leaf ? Just to deck the brows of Love , An hour brief , an hour brief . What is life for, O my Queen , With its days of shade and sheen , Morn 's and evening 's pageantry ? Just to glad the eyes of Love , Quick to see , quick to see . What is death for , O my Queen , Hungry jaws , and sickle keen , Shedding bloom and withering leaf ? Death 's a priest to consecrate Love with grief , love with grief . 161
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DERMOT FREYER . LOVE VIRGINAL . Lines for Félicien Rops' " Le Bout du Sillon ." THE labour of the fields is hard : Who would subdue the stubborn earth Must first subdue himself ; from birth Of day till dark without reward He must endure . Even as one Of his own beasts he must become Dull - eyed , dark - featured , patient , dumb ; Strong simple servant of the sun . For him the music of the wood In May on heedless ears must fall ; On sightless eyes the carnival Of summer over field and flood . But when love comes ! Ah, when love comes , For him …
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…ve errantry Among the mazes of uncertain youth ? How long be hampered round with this uncouth Grotesque array of half - fidelity , Half -love, half -wisdom ; all this misery Of wondering ? But when shall we with smooth And easy mind say “ Look ! for here is truth , Here love , and here the godhead certainty ." Shall that god come ? or must we bear about With us the torment of a sleepless wit ? Still shirk acceptance ? Still desire to prove ? And even in life 's best moment , paled with doubt , Between the passion and the chill of it Be cursed w…
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… life-long hate Flowered into joy . Scarce heard , his iron gate Clanged - to behind me as I took the road . * FLAME . O NLY the fire of love can fuse and burn This solid world to spirit . But we two Have caught love back by the escaping wing , Therefore shall life be perfect, for our eyes Are opened and our stooping souls stand up Full - statured under the roofless heaven of love .
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Iolo Aneurin Williams. LOVE DEMONIAC . ( A Grotesque.) FIRST a vague walking through the half-dark wood, 1 An aimless feeling in the torpid blood ; A white blur growing through the black pine trees ; A gasp staccato , trembling in the knees, At more distinction of the coming face ; A cry to send the darkness round the place Reeling - " Ah shining lamp ” . . . “ Ah fellow flame, There was great darkness here until this came , This splendid rush of love demoniac .” And then - a sudden shiver down the back . 211
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…hat was in me That I could fuse my life with life of thee Such life was withered e' er it had begun . Yea , when we thought our bodies ' love had won Our very souls from longing to be free , And we were one , as waves and deep are sea , Time knew he gave such glory unto none . O love of mine , if I may not be thou , If all myself was never mine to give , If lone as we were born , we lone must live , ' Twas better , finer , to misunderstand The ways of love , than coldly touch thy hand , Content with chilly lips upon my brow . 192
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Rupert Brooke . KINDLINESS . W HEN love has changed to kindliness V Oh , love, our hungry lips , that press So tight that Time's an old god 's dream Nodding in heaven , and whisper stuff Seven million years were not enough To think on after , make it seem Less than the breath of children playing , A blasphemy scarce worth the saying , A sorry jest , “ When love has grown To kindliness — to kindliness !” . . . And yet — the best that either 's known Will change , and wither , and be less , At last , than comfort , or its own Remembrance . And wh…
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…andsome lad , And what of his heart so wild and hot, And what of his lips so mad ? " “ What of the fate of my lad whose song Was all for love , and for joy of love ; Whose vows in the gold of my hair were wove , As his nesting arms grew sweet and strong , And the starlight swam above ? " Nay , lovely lass , with thy proud gold hair , Nay , lovely lass , so love forlorn , Who standest with thy heart shred - torn , And lean ' st thy gaze on the grim hills there ; The sad grim hills of morn . Nay , lovely lass ,' tis well ,' tis well , Upon the th…
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…LE from humankind ! The snow 's fresh flakes Are warmer than men 's hearts. My mind is wrought Into dark shapes of solitary thought That loves and sympathizes , but awakes No answering love or pity. What a pang Hath this strange solitude to aggravate The self-abasement and the blows of Fate ! No snake of hell hath so severe a fang ! I am not lower than all men — I feel Too keenly . Yet my place is not above ; Though I have this — unalterable Love In every fibre . I am crucified Apart on a lone burning crag of steel. Tortured , cast out ; and ye…
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…f your hair , The ivory of your white hands , And I will sign a truce and swear To pillage no man 's lands. Give me the tempests of your love , The love -dark lightning of your smile , And I will seek no treasure -trove Buried in South Sea isle. The high seas of your heart shall be A new , more splendid Spanish Main ; Thereon will I set sail : for me Not gold , but greater gain . 90
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FRANCIS BÉKÁSSY * A BOAT FOR LOVE. CIVE me but the boat, I say , U Sorrow never follows ; Fare you well ! I shall not stay : Winter's in the hollows . Where the wastes stretch far away, Blurred with rain , and blending, Or to -morrow or to-day Love shall have an ending . There the swans dash through the wave, On the water swinging ; I shall make my scallop rave With the tempest springing . I shall come before the snow ; I shall come a -courting To the hazy depths below , Shadows at their sporting . When the snow before the rout Drifts against m…
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H. O . MEREDITH . THE MOTOR BUS. LOW did we meet, my love and I, 1 We two so bound together , Blent as are blended moor and sky , Blue mist and purple heather ? Of thousand thousand women one, One of a million men , We nothing did till all was done ; It happened there and then ! The plunging motor -bus along The worn macadam rocked , Top -hampered by the weary throng That home to dulness flocked . Wet waterproof , rain -beaded fur, Soaked leather , steam and drip ! And under us the swishing whirr Of wheels that hardly grip . The stem , the leaf…
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…e moon is up : upon the prow We stand and watch the moon . A star is lustred on your brow ; Your lips begin a tune, A long , low tune of love that swells Little by little , and lights The overarching miracles Of Love's desire , and Night's. It swells, it rolls to triumph -song Through luminous black skies : Thrills into silence sharp and strong , Assumes its peace , and dies . There is the night : it covers close The lilies folded fair Of all your beauty , and the rose Half hidden in your hair . There is the night : unseen I stand And look to s…
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…inanities. The sun's out: damn their teaching The sun 's out : damn all preaching We are wise , but we will prove We are not too wise to love. Teachers , when you've often said it, You believe much foolishness : Preachers, do you really credit All you tell of happiness ? Poor old men , whose brains ' abortions Seems such lovely children : fools ! Twisters of the world 's proportions , Bad old pedants of the schools . The sun 's out : skies are clearest The year 's young : kiss me , dearest We are fools , but we will prove Not too foolish now to…
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…ndewed by tears Didst thou desert the courts of men . Tell me thy truth , grave Magdalen !" She trembled , and her eyes grew dim : “ For love of Him , for love of Him .” I ROSE FROM DREAMLESS HOURS . | ROSE from dreamless hours and sought the morn 1 That beat upon my window : from the sill I watched sweet lands , where Autumn light new - born Swayed through the trees and lingered on the hill . If things so lovely are , why labour still To dream of something more than this I see ? Do I remember tales of Galilee , I who have slain my faith , and …
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Edmund Vale . At the Bridal Steps he waits to bear his love in Himself, a round prowed galleon , white as drifted snow , But no reflection swims upon the iris 'd margin , No shadow falls on the smooth flood below . Down the thousand steps when the day was sinking Came the King's White Daughter, her peacocks, and her page, And before them moved the players of the charméd music singing , Death on the one hand and on the other Age . On the last Bridal step when the moon was on the river - Purple dark , with white stars, shining through above The P…
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…d I toward thy bed , Yasmin ; Or when the wind beneath the moon is drifting like Or when coul aswood tas talk 1 And harping Planets talk love 's tune with milky wings outspread , Yasmin ; Give me thy love , O burning bright ! For one night or the other night Will come the Gardener in White and gathered flowers are dead , Yasmin !
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… breathless strife ; So silent , under scourge and knife ; So tranquil , in the surge of things ; I bring them , from the well of Life , Love , from celestial water - springs . From the shrill fountain - head of God I draw out water with the rod Made luminous with light of power . I seal each aeon 's period , And wait the moment and the hour . Aloof , alone , unloved , I stand With love and worship in my hand . I commune with the Gods ; I wait Their summons , and I fire the brand . I speak their Word ; and there is Fate . 53