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… the age of Chérubin; I mean the time when, in default of dryads, one kisses trunks of trees without disgust; that is the first grade of love; in the second grade one begins
…my arm and shaking with laughter, you are a doctor who is fond of his joke; I have known several like that; come along. I passionately love the mysterious, because I always hope to unravel it; so I let myself be carried off by this companion, or rather by this unhoped-for problem. I omit the description of her garret. You may find it in plenty of classical French poets;
…ds and shadows are no matter for thee. Make Speech and Silence, Energy and Stillness, twin forms of thy play! XX. Be every Act an Act of Love and Worship! Be every Act the Fiat of a God! Be every Act a Source of radiant Glory! XXI. Treat time and all conditions of Event as Servants of thy Will, appointed to present the Universe to thee in the form of thy Plan.
…de of Pan; God’s Angel‐Minister to every man. d Beauty, display thine Empire! Truth above Thought’s reach: the wholeness of the world is Love. x Sire and inceptor, Emperor and King Of all things mortal, hail Him lord of Spring! v Wisdom to each apportioned to his want By modes of Light, shed forth, great Hierophant! z To each his Understanding sooth discovers Wordless: your mode, immortal Twins and Lovers! h Behold, the Chariot! Through the water floods The Sangraal, life and rapture, Wine’s and Blood’s! e The Lion‐Serpent begets Gods! Thy thro…
…, so to say, by some other magician. This (incidentally) is the final fate of all black magicians, to be torn piecemeal, for lack of the love which grows by giving itself to the beloved, again and again, until its "I" is continuous with existence itself. "Whoso loveth his life shall lose it" is the corresponding scriptural phrase. So Douglas, who might at that moment have saved himself by resignation, was too blind to see the way — an acquired blindness resulting from repeated acts whose essence was the denial of the unity of himself with the r…
…els ; the white violet Was born of those pure tears ; the snowdrop grew Where waking hope her agony shot through, And where the Queen of Love had touched her tears, The new-born lily evermore appears.)
AMBERGRIS 73 FROM ALICE : AN ADULTERY Alice The roses of the world are sad, The water-lilies pale, Because my lover takes her lad Beneath the moonlight veil. No flower may bloom this happy hour Unless my Alice be the flower. The stars are hidden in dark and mist, The moon and sun are dead, Because my love has caught and kissed My body in her bed. No light may shine this happy night Unless my Alice be the light. So silent are the thrush, the lark ! The nightingales at rest, Because my lover loves the dark, And has me in her breast. No song th…
…ve and tossed , one often finds Sea pinks ; where gulls upon their ways Go crying in the vault above That there 's no quest like that of Love . I have a hope that I may sit Some distant June , where , slow and clear , Wide - bosomed waters steal between The pollen 'd rushes , sunshine lit; And down the air beneath the trees Comes fragrantly the hum of bees . But most I look these tropic days , For flickering flames on ruddy walls , On books in ancient oaken stalls , And those few prints I fain would praise ; Where cushioned low before the fire …
…t Can see the simple truth As it has been through centuries in those isles Which neither live nor die But are immortal . The refrains of love And death and tragedy Seem sad by very changelessness . The world In the forthflow of time So new , is yet so hopeless and so old , That every tear we shed Is but a repetition of those tears Which perhaps Sappho shed . The same chant murmurs in the ageless sea As Homer turned to words , 128
…pret your satiety of well-being, and that you are overwhelmed with rest; and then, you go on for ever spreading yourself in vain words: Love me well; I have so much need of it; console me here, caress me there. Come, I will try to cure you; we shall perhaps find the means for a brace of half-pence in the middle of a festival. Let us consider carefully, I beg you, this solid cage of iron. Within it, howling like a lost soul, shaking the bars like an orang-outang made furious by captivity, imitatingand how perfectly!now the tigers circular …
LIBER ALEPH VEL CXI 6 # Ultima Thesis De Amore (Final Thesis concerning Love) HEREFORE, o my Son, be thou wary, not bowing before the false Idols and ideals, yet not flaming forth in Fury against them, unless that be thy will. But in this Matter be prudent and be silent, discerning subtly and with acumen the nature of the Will within thee; so that thou mistake not Fear for Chastity, or Anger for Courage. And since the fetters are old and heavy, and thy Limbs withered and distorted by reason of their Compulsion, do thou, having broken them, walk…
… save a rare Music of sombre motion, swaying slow. The sky above is one dark indigo Voiceless and deep, no light is hard within To shame love's lips and rouse the silky skin
… back and .Stands watching. PERCY. Oh, you are crying, my heart! Do you cry because I have spoken and touched with fire the sweet child- love we have lived in all this year? Or is it that you do not understand? Or are you sorry? Or are you glad? | ESME. I am very, very glad. [They kiss. A iittle cloud passes across the moon without dimming its brightness.] Percy! Percy! Pore. dob ERCY. My wife,my own wrfe; will you kiss me? ESME, I am too happy to kiss you!
We hear the low chant that may bind us, The song from the ultimate shore. We come that our lover may find us His bride as he found us before. We listen, and love; and his voice is the voice of the God we adore. ORPHEUS Come forth in your gladness, O end of all these! O sorrow and madness And passion and ease, Sharp joy and sweet sadness, Deep life and deep peace ! Come forth! I invoke you, ringed round, earth’s girdle, the manifold seas ! THE SEA I hear but one voice in our voices ; One tune, multitudinous notes; One life that burns low or rejo…
…t. Thou knowest, O most High Zeus, When Hera to thine Io did refuse Peace, and the gadfly bit like barbéd steel Those limbs with dews of love once lying loose, When thy vast body boarded her, wrapped round Her senses with a mist of being profound, A flame-like penetration, serpentine, Twining and leaping without end or bound, Inevitable as the grasp of Fate :— Thou, reft of her by envy of thy mate Didst shake the heaven with bellowings undivine, And rooted stars from their primeval state. Not without law, sayest thou? Almighty Zeus, Am I not al…
…ong! then canst thou bear more joy. Be not animal; refine thy rapture! If thou drink, drink by the eight and ninety rules of art: if thou love, exceed by delicacy; and if thou do aught joyous, let there be subtlety therein! 71. But exceed! exceed! 72. Strive ever to more! and if thou art truly mine—and doubt it not, an if thou art ever joyous !—death is the crown of all. 73. Ah! Ah! Death! Death! thou shalt long for death. Death is forbidden, Ο man, unto thee. 74. The length of thy longing shall be the strength of its glory. He that lives long a…
…se Like a cloud of stench from the rotting dead When a wind from a pest-house blows. She clasped the ghost to her skinny dugs,— No other love might she know,— The dead man squirmed at her panting hugs, But she had her passionate will, And a sobbing breeze began to blow From the top of the lonely hill. And then a dim grey streak of dawn Came, and the sad ghost fled, With staring sockets and jaw-bone drawn, Back to the desolate place; The morning breeze grew still and dead As it played around his face. So we fled from the Mother Troll Under the d…
…se Like a cloud of stench from the rotting dead When a wind from a pest-house blows. She clasped the ghost to her skinny dugs,— No other love might she know,— The dead man squirmed at her panting hugs, But she had her passionate will, And a sobbing breeze began to blow From the top of the lonely hill. And then a dim grey streak of dawn Came, and the sad ghost fled, With staring sockets and jaw-bone drawn, Back to the desolate place; The morning breeze grew still and dead As it played around his face. So we fled from the Mother Troll Under the d…
…of molten glass Whose radiance changes and shifts and drapes The infinite soul in finite shapes. There is light, there is life, there is love, there is sense
…ies , a sword unsheathed Swung among snowflakes, sweet , hard , tender , cold . Oh fair and straight, in a furnace of delight With naked love to blow the flames , they wrought Your beauty of dreams enored in summer night , Sharp flashes of song, and poets' molten thought , And golden ornaments of prodigal spring , And cool in tears they tempered the lovely thing , A cruelty , a wonder , a delight. - A little cruel , for steel must needs be keen And cruel, but a blade of wonder, with spells en wreathed , But a subtle delight of shape and strengt…