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…US ORPHEUS. O hours not of day But of ons that roll! Earth stretches away From pole unto pole ; Four seasons decay, Ere one sound of thy soul, O fervent and following years, springs over the solar goal ! Come forth to the sound Of the seven sweet strings ! Advance and rebound ! Be your. pomp as a king’s ! Girdled around With seasons and stings As a serpent’s encompassing Time. forth ! on the heavy grey wings! Come Ye arbiter lords That sit as for doom, Bright splendour of swords Leaps forth in your gloom ! But stronger my chords Shall lift in y…
1901 · PDF PAGE 38
26 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. I crept like sleep toward the place That held for me her evil head ; I bent like sin above her face That dying she might kiss me dead. I whispered : “ Jezebel.” She turned, And her deep eyes with hatred burned. “ Ah ! prophet, come to mock at me And gloat on mine exceeding pain ? ” “ Nay, but to give my soul to thee, And have thee spit at me again ! ” She smiled—I know she smiled—she sighed, Bit my lips through, and drank, and died ! Her murders and her blasphemies, Her whoredoms, God has paid at last ; Upon my bosom clos…
1905 · PDF PAGE 15
…the pyre Of terrors that burned in her lyre; But all of their passion divine I lost in the life and the stress of the world ere ever the soul of me wist. But, Orpheus, thy splendider light Was the veil of thyself the more splendid. Thou leapedst as a fountain in flight, As a bird in the rainbow descended ! From the sweet single womb risen higher Did Calliope string thee her lyre, Thy mother: and veiled her in night :-— For thyself to Herself art a veil till the veils of the Heaven be rended and ended. Now, single myself as thy soul, I pray to A…
1901 · PDF PAGE 54
42 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. We are one as the dew that is drawn By the sun from the sea : we are curled In curves of delight and of dawn, On the lone, the immaculate lawn, Beyond the wild way of the world.
1919 · PDF PAGE 430
…nt of the Ruach, and the marriage between these is the first regeneration. Nephesh is Syrinx, and Yesod is Pan. Nephesh is the elemental Soul which seeks redemption and immortality. In order to obtain it, it must acquire a Soul such as is possessed by men. Now the elemental is said to be afraid of the sword with its cross hilt, of the Cross, that is to say of the Phallus, and this is what is called Panic fear, which, originally an individual thing, is applied to a mob, because a mob has no Soul. A very great many elementals are to be found in h…
1898 · PDF PAGE 10
…er dead stare to the skies. I came to her ; she was not cold, But burning with old infamies. On her incestuous mouth I fell, And lost my soul for Jezebel. I followed him afoot, afire ; Beneath her window he drew rein ; She looked forth, clad in glad attire, Haggard and hateful, once again ; And taunted him. His bastard blood Quailed, but his violent soul withstood. He blenched, and then with eyes of flame, Who is on my side ? Who ? he said. Three eunuchs, passionless, grown tame, Grinned from behind her laughing head.
1905 · PDF PAGE 120
… for my pall, My unknown grave the cradle of the free. TWO SONNETS ON HEARING THE MUSIC OF BRAHMS AND TSCHAIKOWSKY. To C. G. LAMB. I. My soul is aching with the sense of sound Whose angels trumpet in the angry air ; Wild mzenads with their fiery snakes en- wound In the black waves of my abundant hair. Now hath my life a little respite found In the brief pauses exquisite and rare ; In the strong chain of music I am bound, And all myself before myself lies bare. Drown me, oh, drown me in your fiery stream! Wing me new visions, fierce enchanting b…
1905 · PDF PAGE 200
…nd 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 coils of chestnut, in abundant ease, That bound the stately head. Wha…
1901 · PDF PAGE 31
…ble, and unselfish self— Were you the synthesis of all I hate, In mind and body leprous and deformed— Did every word and gesture fill my soul With hatred and its parody, disgust— It touches not my question! This one fact O’ermasters all eccentric circumstance : I love you—you, and not your attributes! CORA. Great noble soul! I hate myself the more That I must wound you further with the truth. A double prong this poisoned poniard Snaps in our hearts. I kept the secret long. Your breath, that burns upon me, wraps me round With whirling passion, p…
1905 · PDF PAGE 149
… its wide pinions Into a darkness deeper than its own. Silence hath shattered all the dream-dominions Of life and light: the grey bird’s soul is flown Into a soundless night, Lampless: a vivid flight Beyond the thrones and stars of heaven down hurled, Till the great blackness heaves An iron breast, and cleaves The womb of night, another mightier world. Lost is my soul, and faded The light of life that braided Its comet tresses into golden fire. Fade, fade, the phantoms of desire ! Speed, speed the song of love upon the living lyre! Lo! I abide …
1910 · PDF PAGE 12
…rrow ; But to unite each bleeding part Of that most universal heart ; Leaving us slaves, and kings ; Bound, and with eagles wings ; One soul, comprising all that may be thought, One soul, conscious of naught. II Rose of the World ! Your mystic petals spread Like wings over my head. The tide of burning blood upon my face Drowns all the floating images That danced their spectre saraband In Bacchic race, phastastical embrace,
1913 · PDF PAGE 139
… and swells with loud Paean of youth , Or triumph of maturer years , Can it draw near to knowledge . Tears And sorrow , sorrow , are the soul of truth . Not because all is sadness Inevitably : the joys that do obscure Are no less real Than sorrows which reveal ; But joy the spendthrift reckons not in pence The things that make his gladness , But grief a strict accountant will commence To tell base coin from the pure . Has any man a friend Crowned with delight and full prosperity , Who walk together seeming whole And interweave caressing arms ? …
1907 · PDF PAGE 25
…ays down that the value of a poem lies in the ratio of its elevating excitement , the excitement being the power it has in elevating the soul . And here we think , were Poe still living , he would have found no small part of his ideal realized . By soul we naturally do not mean a haloed fowl strumming dithy rambs on a harp , or the mere döppelganger of the living ; but that inner power of good and evil which lies latent in self , controlled by that intuitive con sciousness within us , and manifested in our appetites and desires ; this intangibl…
1898 · PDF PAGE 62
…arth’s barren shore, Fulfil immense desires of strange new shames, Burn into one another as the flames Of our hell fuse us into one wild soul : Then, one immaculate divinest whole, Plunge, fire, within all fire, dive far to death ; Till, like king Satan’s sympathetic breath, Burn on us as a voice from far above Strange nameless elements of fire and love ; And we, one mouth to kiss, one soul to lure, For ever, wedded, one, divine, endure Far from sun, sea, and spring from love or light, Imbedded in impenetrable night ;
1907 · PDF PAGE 214
208 ORPHEUS O sacred soul of water. Kiss, ah kiss, With gentle waves like lips my breast, my two small breasts, Rose flames on ivory seas ! SECOND MANAD. Nay! Nay! Of ivy, clingst thou so for love? O soul A VOICE AS OF THE RUSTLING OF Ivy. For love. SECOND MAENAD. Cling not so close! O no! cling closer then ! Let thy green coolness twine about my limbs And still the raving blood: or closer yet, And link about my neck, and kill me so! THIRD M-ENAD. Soul of the rock ! Dost love me? A VOICE AS OF FALLING ROCK. I love thee. THIRD: MAENAD. Woo me th…
1907 · PDF PAGE 217
…om, elusive, permanent. In all, In spirit and in matter immanent, He also is the all, and all is ill. Three forms and functions hath the soul; the sea Murmurs their names repeating: Marts call The soul as it engendereth things below ; Neptune the soul that contemplateth things Above ; and Ocean as itself retracts Itself into itself: choose ye of these !? But I hymn Pan. Awake, O lyre, awake ! As if it were for the last time, awake ! [He sings. In the spring, in the loud last: places, In the groves of Arcadian green, There are sounds and shadowy…
1902 · PDF PAGE 110
Blinding and blind, the sparks of spirit curled Each to its proper soul ; the wide wheels flow, Orderly streams, and lose the rushing speed, Meet, mingle, marry. Fire and air express Their dews and winds of molten loveliness, Fine flakes of arrowy light, the dawn's first deed. Metallic showers and smoke self-glittering For many an aeon. Wild the pennons spring Of streaming flame ! Then, surging from the tide, Grew the desirable, the golden one. Separate from the sun. Now fire and air no more exult, exceed, Are balanced in the sphere. The waters…
1913 · PDF PAGE 151
THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING My soul with this arcane delight, Voluptuous Daughter of the Night| Eat me up wholly with the glance Of thy luxurious brilliance ! oLympas. The desert calls. MARSYAS. Then let us go! Or seek the sacramental snow, Where like an high-priest I may stand With acolytes on every hand, The lesser peaks—my will withdrawn To invoke the dayspring from the dawn, Changing that rosy smoke of light To a pure crystalline white ; Though the mist of mind, as draws A dancer round her limbs the gauze, Clothe Light, and show the virg…
1913 · PDF PAGE 151
THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING My soul with this arcane delight, Voluptuous Daughter of the Night| Eat me up wholly with the glance Of thy luxurious brilliance ! oLympas. The desert calls. MARSYAS. Then let us go! Or seek the sacramental snow, Where like an high-priest I may stand With acolytes on every hand, The lesser peaks—my will withdrawn To invoke the dayspring from the dawn, Changing that rosy smoke of light To a pure crystalline white ; Though the mist of mind, as draws A dancer round her limbs the gauze, Clothe Light, and show the virg…
1898 · PDF PAGE 73
A RONDEL. REST, like a star at sea Thrice loved, thrice blest, Burns. Will there come to me Rest ? By these suppressed Desires my soul must flee, By heaven’s crest, I pray that secretly Toward God’s breast I draw, to find, maybe, Rest ! 63