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…hifts of modesty We could no more ; loosened and lax we lay Breathing and holding : then in amorous play She laughed and left her body’s love to me, And kissed one kiss holding the heart of May, And kissed again, and kissed our lives away. 74
…u know it, friend! We wed. That is the tale of how my wooing sped. And oh! the quest : half won—incredible? I am so brave, and pure—folk love me well. But oh! my life, my being! That is dead, And my whole soul—a whirlwind out of hell ! THE REAPER. In middle music of Apollo’s corn - She stood, the reaper, challenging a kiss ; The lips of her were fresher than the morn, The perfume of her sxin was ambergris ; The sun had kissed her body into brown ; Ripe breasts thrown forward the summer breeze ; ) Warm tints of red lead fancy to the crown, Her c…
…Leave me in Walham Green. ODE TO SAPPHO. O LESBIAN maiden ! O pluméd and snowlike in glory of white- | ness ! O mystical brightness With love-lyrics laden ! Joy’s fulness is fainting for passion and sorrow, To-night melts divine to the dawn of to-morrow, O Lesbian maiden ! Breaking fitful and wild, Weird waking the slumber of Venus, the sleep of her child, O Lesbian maiden ! Thy tongue reaches red On that pillar of might ! Flaming gold from thy head Is a garland of light On the forehead of night, As we lie and behold All the wonders untold That…
…rose on a golden cross, and then there was a three-comered star, shining so bright that nobody could possibly look at it unless they had love in their eyes; and in the middle was an eye without an eyelid. That could see anything, I should think, but you see it never could go to sleep, because there wasn’t any eye lid. On the sides were written I.N.R.l. and T.A.R.O., which mean many strange and beautiful things, and terrible things too. I should think any one would be afraid to hurt any one who wore that ring. It is all cut out of an amethyst, a…
…ernal influence. It is acting in conformity with the law of its own nature, with the Tao. One can describe it, if necessary, as "passive love"; but it is love (in effect) raised to its highest potential. We come back to the same thing: when passion is purged of any "lust of result" it is irresistible; it has become "Law ." I can never understand why it is that mystics fail to see that their smarmy doctrine of surrender actually insists upon the duality which they have set out to abolish! Please observe that the further you get on, the higher yo…
…thed in the Christ! Ah! Triumphed He at last? Nay, not in death! again ! Alas! Alas! The slave—He rose VENUS, Alas indeed, my knight! We love not! Being both enamoured of Just the one thing that is impossible. But in this carnal strife the Intimate Achieves for one snatched swiftness. me, love! Kiss TANNHAUSER. Ah, but the waking! As [ sink to sleep >illowed in nuptial arms —so fresh and cool— (Yet in their veins I know the fire that runs Racing and maddening from the crown of flame, The monolithic core of mystical Red fury that is called a wom…
… pain : They say he hoped his crown to fix By his delirious crucifix. Yes, spare me not, red-lipped, low browed, Large-featured animal I love :
…easts in valleys iron-bound, Desolate crags, and barren ground ;— There in the strong storm-shaken grove Swings the pale censer-fire for love. The foursquare altar, rightly hewn, And overlaid with beaten gold, Stands in the gloom ; the stealthy tune Of singing maidens overbold Desires mad mysteries untold, With strange eyes kindling, as the fleet Implacable untiring feet Weave mystic figures manifold That draw down angels to behold The moving music, and the fire Of their intolerable desire. W
I hate myself because I love you still In that strange intermediate consciousness, The reason and the mind ! This middle way Ancients called safe —that damns it instantly ! Without some danger nothing great is done ! Let me be God ! Or, failing of that task. Were it but by an unit, let me fall ! And, falling, be it from so great a height That I may reach some uttermost Abyss, Inhabit it and reign, most evil one Of all the Horrors there — and in that path Seem, even deluded, to approach once more Infinity. For all the limitless Hath no distincti…
…reast to great breast and thigh to thigh, We look, and strain, and laugh, and die. I see the head hovering above To swoop for cruelty or love ; I feel the swollen veins below The knotted throat ; the ebb and flow Of blood, not milk, in breasts of fire ; Of deaths, not fluctuants, of desire ; Of molten lava that abides Deep in the vast volcanic sides ; Deep scars where kisses once bit in Below young mountains that be twin, Stigmata cruciform of sin, The diary of Messaline. The moving mountains crater-crowned ; The valleys deep and silver-bound ;…
…s, hearing of our race Heroic tales, half-doubted, being So far beyond a rime to trace. What shall they say? For secret we Have held our love, and holy. Splendour Of light, and music of the sea And eyes and heart serene and tender, With kisses mingled utterly. These were our ways. And who shall know? What warrior bard our nuptial glories Shall sing? Historic shall we go Down through our country’s golden stories? Shall lovers whisper ‘Even so 26
…ss wave but the troubled grave Of Its own dread Imagery? Or merely a wraith cast up without faith From the jaws of a Phantom Sea? To his Love Unborn in that grey dim Dawn Did the Shade of the Dreamer flee; Nor marked he the Flood where the Vision had stood Which mocks for Eternity. For the Soul he would wed was the Hope that had fled In the battle with Destiny. ErHEL ARCHER. 208
…ss wave but the troubled grave Of Its own dread Imagery? Or merely a wraith cast up without faith From the jaws of a Phantom Sea? To his Love Unborn in that grey dim Dawn Did the Shade of the Dreamer flee; Nor marked he the Flood where the Vision had stood Which mocks for Eternity. For the Soul he would wed was the Hope that had fled In the battle with Destiny. ErHEL ARCHER. 208
…for us unfortunate old women the age is past when we can please even the inno- cent, and we frighten the little children that we wish to love.
…the world, and he has raised her mortal into immortality. Her corruptibility has put on incorruption—and she radiates light and life and love, leaping through the years in utter libert ” “ But what does she do now?” I asked with a dull pain at my heart. | “Why; her True. Will, of course!’’ came back the flaming answer. ‘‘ She knows that she came to this planet to bear witness to the Law of Thelema in her own person, and to help her Titan in his task!” Maisie was really stupefying. Every one knows that she was in love with Basil from the first, …
…im! There is cold In the old Grey gloom of my caves; There is heat In the beat Of my passionate waves. Truth comes bubbling to my brim ; Love and hate are one to Him. [They dance and return to the well. R. and L. are now seen öehimi the grasses, she sowing uþan his sima/der.] 80
…im! There is cold In the old Grey gloom of my caves; There is heat In the beat Of my passionate waves. Truth comes bubbling to my brim ; Love and hate are one to Him. [They dance and return to the well. R. and L. are now seen öehimi the grasses, she sowing uþan his sima/der.] 80
ROSA IGNOTA Vv OF THE ROSE “Tuat love and the lover Are mingled in me Night shall discover: Dreams shall not be The veil of the world that my heart doth disclose : The long night is over, And I am the Rose. “Night, like a cancer, Spread over my breast; There was no answer, No truce to this rest, That, holding the world in a shower of white snows, Chilled the mad dancer Who bore me, the Rose. “ Day, like a vision, Before me is fled; Hate and derision Have fouled my soft bed. In the heart of the water the quenched vision glows ; Unborne, in divis…
ROSA IGNOTA Vv OF THE ROSE “Tuat love and the lover Are mingled in me Night shall discover: Dreams shall not be The veil of the world that my heart doth disclose : The long night is over, And I am the Rose. “Night, like a cancer, Spread over my breast; There was no answer, No truce to this rest, That, holding the world in a shower of white snows, Chilled the mad dancer Who bore me, the Rose. “ Day, like a vision, Before me is fled; Hate and derision Have fouled my soft bed. In the heart of the water the quenched vision glows ; Unborne, in divis…
…speakable. Let not this deceive thee, for its Existence proveth its Imperfection, and thou must call forth its Mate, and destroy them by Love, as with the former. This method is continuous, and proceedeth ever from the Gross to the Fine, and from the Particular to the General, dissolving all Things into the One Substance of Light. CONCLUSIO DR HOC MODO SANCTITATIS Learn now that Impressions of Sense have Opposites readily conceived, as long to short, or light to dark; and so with Emotions and Perceptions, as Love to Hate, or False to True; but …