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…t eyes Melt into sweet hot tears: subtler the sighs Are interfused of death ; And the bright looks grow duller, And fear is mingled with love's ecstasies Again, and all her breath Fails, and the shape and colour Fade, fail, are lost in the sepulchral seas. F! SI
…ne for tears, Too deep for laughter: but on that divine Sense beyond sense, the shadow of the spheres Lost in the all-pervading light of love: That bliss all passion and all praise above ; Impersonal, that fervour of the shrine Changed to pure peace that had its substance of (153
…sper the sudden fear Of my heart in your miracle of an ear, Jeanne! I tightened my lips, and my hand on yours; So that you might think I loved you more. But now in the midnight the thought endures, And the love—ah what is the dream we adore? Suppose the infinite peace of the heart, Jeanne, The crest and crown of labour and art, Of the mystic quest, of the toil of the saint, The mount on whose slopes the strongest faint, Jeanne I Suppose that peace of God, that House Of Delight of the Bridegroom and the Spouse, Were only the calm of the chewing c…
…sper the sudden fear Of my heart in your miracle of an ear, Jeanne! I tightened my lips, and my hand on yours; So that you might think I loved you more. But now in the midnight the thought endures, And the love—ah what is the dream we adore? Suppose the infinite peace of the heart, Jeanne, The crest and crown of labour and art, Of the mystic quest, of the toil of the saint, The mount on whose slopes the strongest faint, Jeanne I Suppose that peace of God, that House Of Delight of the Bridegroom and the Spouse, Were only the calm of the chewing c…
Rupert Brooke . in Grantche by day; all they . Thought Little children lovelier than a dream , A bosky wood , a slumbrous stream , And little kindly winds that creep Round twilight corners , half asleep . In Grantchester their skins are white ; They bathe by day , they bathe by night . The women there do all they ought ; The men observe the Rules of Thought . They love the Good ; they worship Truth ; They laugh uproariously in youth ; ( And when they get to feeling old , They up and shoot themselves , I'm told .) . . . Ah , God ! To see the bra…
…d blind, Believe me, to all but thee ; yea, too, I am dumb, Save when I sing thee, When my songs I bring thee. O passionate endeavour| O love more rare Than the fabled loves of the gods, I too succumb Unto the olden immemorial spell, And have no words to tell Of thee, and of the grace of thee, And of the face of thee, Who art mine, whom I made mine own. Rosa Ignota! Ah! the Rose is blown. XI MELANCHOLY Over all is the greenness, in the slow-falling night Over the fields with dusk and dew, with dusk and dew, there flees A dying echo, faint and d…
…d blind, Believe me, to all but thee ; yea, too, I am dumb, Save when I sing thee, When my songs I bring thee. O passionate endeavour| O love more rare Than the fabled loves of the gods, I too succumb Unto the olden immemorial spell, And have no words to tell Of thee, and of the grace of thee, And of the face of thee, Who art mine, whom I made mine own. Rosa Ignota! Ah! the Rose is blown. XI MELANCHOLY Over all is the greenness, in the slow-falling night Over the fields with dusk and dew, with dusk and dew, there flees A dying echo, faint and d…
…majestical. By Energy revolves He all in stress Of Change, the limitless. By Order gathers He the worlds of Light In Beauty infinite. By Love destroys He all to recreate Fresh Phantasies to Fate. By Reason reckons He His governance, The Wonder of His Chance. By Purity absolves He all His Will From every image of Ill. In Silence He resumes each perfect part To rapture of His Heart, His, in whose Truth of Nature all things are, The Still and Shining Star.
… the world to admire. Dorothy would have been a grande passion had it not been that my instinct warned me that she was incapable of true love. She was incomparably beautiful. Agustus John has painted her again and again, and no more exquisite loveliness has ever adorned any canvas. She was capable of stimulating the greatest extravagances of passion. Indeed, the transports were genuine enough; but they were carefully isolated from the rest of life, so that she was in no way compromised by them. At the time I rather resented this; I was inclined…
…w chant that may blind us, That evokes me from the tide, The song from the ultimate shore. Now I rise, my fury lashing, We come that our lover may find us Rolling where the banks divide— His bride as he found us before. I obey thee, I am with thee, Lord of Light- | We listen, and love; and his voice is the ning, lotus-eyed ! voice of the God we adore. ORPHEUS. ORPHEUS. In sacred grove, Come forth in your gladness, In silent wood, O end of all these ! In calm alcove, O sorrow and madness In mirrored mood, And passion and ease, What light of love…
…hinks a bird. Read your Descartes ! Nietzsche demurred? To you, who give yourself such airs, This riddle cannot offer snares ! ‘ ; ‘ . : Love’s mass is holier than wine and wafer. Thou couldst not beetle be: then, be cock- chafer !"’ Hence my address, this swoodier Swood To Khephra, hence the ambiguous speech, The alluring analogue, the good, The loftiest heaven Art hopes to reach, The highest goal of man as man ; The sly Paraprosdokian. You could not love! You could not serve The scouring of Love's scullery! You, tcos Gdocww? Ha, you swerve Ba…
… worn smooth by feet of many elves Dancing at midnight through them, and their voice Bids all the woodland echoes to rejoice Because the lovers are made one at last. And Charicles began to play ; they cast Tunic and snood and sandal, and began To foot a happy measure for a span, While still Archais at his feet would sit, Gaze in his eyes, by love and triumph lit, And listen to the music. And the fire Of his light reed so kindled her desire That she with new glad confidence would quire A new song exquisite, whose tender tune Was nurtured at the …
ON WAIKIKI BEACH I07 So deep the sense of beauty, and so keen ! The calm abiding holiness of love Reigns ; and so fallen from the heights above Immeasurable, the influence unseen Of music and of spiritual fire, That the soul sleeps, forgotten of desire, Only remembering its God-like birth Reflected in the deity of earth, Becometh even as God. The pensive period Of night and day beats like a waving fan No more, no more : the years, Reft of their joys and fears, Pass like pale faces, leave the life of man Untroubled of their destines, Leave him f…
… MORTADELLO. Give way, men, row ! God pleasure you with sainted sleep, and dreams of me And the brave deed I purpose. MAGDALENA. Keep my love of thee In this, its token. [She takes a jewelled stiletto from her hair, and throws it into the gondola. MORTADELLO. Ere Gods globe from the sea upstart Its splinter shall be thrust through robe and rib to heart [His gondola glides off. MAGDALENA. enters further into the house, and the lackeys with their torches follow and close the door. ORLANDO cautiously rises. ORLANDO. Lean from the blind embrasure …
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…e fascinated and subdued by all things weird and unusual, though to the world you hold yourself so high, proud, and passionate. You need love, it is true; so much you know yourself; and you know also that no common love attracts you; you need the sensational, the bizarre, the unique. But perhaps you do not understand what is at the root of that passion. I will tell you. You have an inexpressible hunger of the soul; you despise earth and its delusions; and you aspire unconsciously to at higher life than anything this planet can offer. "I will te…
…f in every way a centre of electric energy. My paralysis extended to every relation of life. I had never known what it was to lack human love; and now, not only did I fail to find a single friend, but when Laylah came from England to join me, I recognized instantly that she was a stranger. The three Chokmah days (let me so call these periods of 73 days) ended on June 9th, 1915. On the tenth the oppression and obscurity were over. I was asked to dinner by a journalistic friend. He had bidden two women to meet me; one prominent as a poetess; the …
…r; false vanity makes men try to enslave those whom they desire. They cannot understand "There is no bond that can unite the divided but love: ... ", and they outrage others in every way in order to obtain the outward show of affection. It is the most hideous error conceivable, yet nearly all men make it, and nine tenths of the misery caused by wrong sexual relations is due to this determination to enslave the soul of another. It seems impossible to make men see what to me is obvious; that the only love worth having or indeed worthy of the name…
…ouches quake With fear before I die ; I have vowed to live With one aim only ; never to forgive The wrong the gods do me, and in my form Love his high self, by whom the earth is warm To-day, by whose defiance the universe Would crash in one inextricable curse To primal chaos. Hear me, I have sworn. Then, suddenly, more glorious than the morn Tipping the golden tops of autumn hills With light, more countless than the myriad rills Of bright dew running off the bracken leaves, With gold more saturated than the sheaves In the red glow that promise…
… setting sun, The shattered sun; it shall not rise again ! No resurrection to the trampled flower, No hope to angels watching as in vain Love—lies—slain ! Madness and Terror and the deadly mood of Fortitude, A misbegotten brood Of all things shameful—O the desolate eyes Of the cold Christ enthroned! The weeping heaven Answers for angels: the oppressive skies See them dislink from bodily form and shape, Unloved and unforgiven, Unwept, unpenitent, unshriven! Their hell of horror knows no gate of any escape,