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… Coins. Then, when thou know’st the Wheel of Destiny complete, mayst thou perceive THAT Will which moved it first. [There is no first or last.| And lo! thou art past through the Abyss,
… in the fun, was held back by his sense of responsibility. “‘ Where on earth did you learn such extraordinary language ? ”’ cried Lou at last, the tears running down her cheeks. Hermes became more serious than ever. “It’s from the Book of the Law. Change not so much as the style of a letter,” he said. We began quite seriously to wonder whether we had not got into one of those fantastic waking dreams with which heroin had made us familiar. But this was a dream of a totally different quality. It had a strain of wholesomeness and actuality running…
…hless three, changeless and changing, as the pyre Of earthly love becomes a fire to heat us through eternity. I have forgotten Christ at last ; he may look back, grown amorous, And call across the gulf to us, and signal kisses through the vast ; We shall disdain, clasp vaster yet, and mock his newer pangs, and call With stars and voices musical, jeers his touched heart shall not forget. I would have pitied him. This flower spits blood upon him, so must I Cast ashes through the misty sky to mock his faded crown of power,
…highs, The bright green river foamed with white, The horrid spasms of the night. Long have we lusted on this wise ; Now one delight, the last is left— Come, I will lick thine haggard eyes, And wallow on thee straddle-wise.
… sky; It is my father. Let us go to him, Maidens, with song and gladness of full hearts. SEMICHORUS OF MAIDENS I. The conqueror rides at last To home, to love; The victory is past, The white-wing dove Sails through the crystal air of eve with a pzan deep and vast. Jephthah! SEMICHORUS OF MAIDENS II. Forth, maidens, with your hands White with new lilies ! Forth, maidens, in bright bands, Virgins whose one sweet will is To sing the victory of our God in all sky-girdled lands! Elohim! SEMICHORUS I. With dancing feet, and noise Of timbrels smitten,…
…n, Lakeland fades from the sight. Only the sad slow Cam like a sire with age grown heavy Wearily moves to the sea, to quicken to life at last. Blithelier I depart, to a sea of sunnier kindness ; Hours of waiting are past ; I re-quicken to love.
G! O Nature, my mother, Heart melted on heart At last! Not another, Not any shall part Thy soul from my art. How should it be otherwise, Sister divine, Lover, my mother wise, Wiser than wine? Seeing I linger Here on the beach— Let God’s own finger Here to me reach, Making me singer Each unto each— Nature and Man made one In the light and fire of the sun, And the sobbing tune Of the moon, Wedded in cyclic bonds, Where fall the zon-fronds, Whose large bed bears a child (In its due period) Not merciful and not severe, Knowing nor love nor fear, Bu…
22 THE HERMIT AN ATTACK ON BARBERCRAFT AT LAST an end of all I hoped and feared ! Muttered the hermit through his elfin beard. Then what art thou ? the evil whisper whirred. I doubt me sorely if the hermit heard. To all Gods questions never a word he said, But simply shook his venerable head. God sent all plagues ; he laughed and heeded not, Till people took him for an idiot. God sent all joys ; he only laughed amain, Till people certified him as insane. But somehow all his fellow-lunatics Began to imitate his silly tricks. And stranger still,…
…t his beloved, his inimitable Fanciullo? it is pleasant and admissible to be- lieve it. The guilty nobles had enjoyed the comedy for the last time; in the same night they were wiped out of life. Since then many a mime, justly appreciated in divers countries, has come to play before the Court of His Highness, but not one has been able to equal the marvellous talent of Fanciullo, nor to obtain the same degree of fa- vour.
…ya Avatar). 30 Ra and many others. Surya (as 0). 31 Thoum-aesh-neith, Mau, Ka~ beshunt, Horus, Tarpesheth. Agni (Tejas) Yama, (as God of last Judgment). 32 Sebek, Mako. Brahma. 32 bis Satem, Ahapshi, Nephthys, Ameshet. (Prithivi). 31 6*'s Asar. (Akasa). — 311 “
…tch-towers cry the waking hounds : “ The night is well ” : slow steals the ambient light Through all the borders of the universe At that last lifting of my strenuous curse. Slow steals the ambient light : white peace resumes In planet, element, and sign, her sway. The twisted ether shapes itself : relumes The benediction all the faded fumes With holier incense : in the fervid way All nature rests : with holy calm I blend Blessing and prayer at the appointed end.
… : Both limitless in their own way. Proceed. Two is by shape the Coptic aspirate, Life breathed, and death indrawn. And so Rounds you at last the ten, completion's self, The circle and the line. Why stick at nought ? Bertram. Only a donkey fastened to a post Moves in a circle. Landgrave. This is noble talk ! 114
…the sound of thy name! In my silence uprear The sweet guerdon of shame! Be they choral to hymn thee, O mother, thy magic ineffable fame! Last birth of the Sun, Best gift of the giver, Thou surely art One! As the moon on the river, 57
…hey cannot know us through and through. We have exceeded all the past. The future shall not build another. This is the climax, first and last. We stand upon the summit. Mother Of ages, daughter of ages, cast The fatal die, and turn to death! Let evolution turn, involving As when the gray sun sickeneth— Ghostly September! so dissolving Into the pale eternal breath. When all is done, shall this be said. When all is said, shall this be done, The aeon exhaust and finished, And slumber steal upon the sun, My dear, when you and I are dead. 27
…hat delights in the beauty of form ! O desire of the dream of the dews ! O Valkyrie astride of the storm ! I am thine as we ride on the blast To exult in the mystical Muse, As there drip on the desert at last The immaculate Delian dews. I am thine, I am thine, I am thine How it slashes the skies as a sword !
…of my melancholy Lackeyed by spectres of my sombre past, I sit and smile at all the shapes of folly That I evokesave One, that looms at last Towering above these ten tremendous years. I see Him, sacred, single in the vast, A Man of Sorrows, grey with useless tears ; A Man of Glory, with His aureole Radiant gossamer, a mist of spears Storming the sky, His heart one crimson coal To burn all lesser gods, to gild the shame Of this my lifes long infamy, the soul (Abased for Him) in Him one flower of flame Mine Aceldama one white lily-bloom Availi…
…eftly-woven camel’s hair, Where the trembling captive-woman Waits his pleasure-hour inhuman ! All the roots of love and power Flushed at last into a flower. All the films of sense dissolved ; All the spirit sight evolved, So that after myriad aeons Filled with trumpet-pealing paeans, With the nuptial bliss of man Prostituted unto Pan, Rises on the vast inane Your dread red star again ! O star, thy secret I possess : I, watcher for man’s happiness. I go to ward thy craven curse From the maiden Universe.
…oom of woe and fear. We wait with blanched and icy cheek The one-and-twentieth year : For Justice lies, as seeds lie, dead, But lifts at last a Gorgon head ! MEN. What fear can reach our Thessaly? What war disturb our peace? Long stablished is young amity Maid-blushing over Greece : And fair Iolchus stands sublime, A monument to lesson time. WOMEN. But if such fear were come indeed, Who reads the riddle dread Spoken in frenzy by the seer Against the royal head? We know the Rhyme’s involving spell— Its purport? Irresolvable ! MEN. We heard his f…
…jesty Of a mild soul unstirred by rivalry Of any life beyond its own sweet state. I looked around me, wondered whether Fate Had found at last a woman’s love for me. I had no hope : she was so grave and calm, So shining with the dew-light of her soul, So beautiful beyond a woman’s share. Yet—here ! Soft airs, and perfume through the palm, And moonlight in the groves of spice, control The life that would not love and yet be fair. 22
…our sea, and swell our sails. Not song, but silence, were a boon— Save for this tune. Round capes grown darker as night falls, We see at last the splendid walls That ridge the bay; the town lies there Lighted (the temple’s hour for prayer) At grave harmonious intervals. The grand voice of some seaman calls, Just as the picture fades, aware How it was fair. JASON. A thousand victories bring us to the shore Whence we set out: look forth! The people come Moving with lights about the anchorage To greet the heroes of the Golden Fleece. My Queen! Med…