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She fades as starlight on the stream, As dewfall in the dell ; All life and love, one ravishing gleam Stolen from sleep’s crucible ; That kiss, that vision is a dream :— And I—most miserable ! Still Echo wails upon the steep, “ To love—and to forget ! ” Still sombre whispers from the deep Sob through Night’s golden net, And waft upon the wings of sleep The name of Margaret. 17
L'AMOUR QUI PASSE OVE comes to flit, a spark of steel Struck on the flint of youth and wit; Ay, little maid, for woe or weal, Love comes to flit. Hermes one whisper thrills. Admit! Kupris one smile aims—do you feel? Eros one. arrow—has he hit? Why do you sit there immobile? A spark extinct is not relit. Beyond resource, above appeal, Love comes to flit. 25
…hands; they hold the hilt of the Phallic sword of the magician. She holds the blade be‐ tween her thighs. This is again a hieroglyph of “Love is the law, love under will”. Every form of energy must be directed, must be applied with integrity, to the full satisfaction of its destiny.
…this brief note at this point , so that you may have time to tell me if what I have so far said covers the whole ground of your enquiry. Love is the law, love under will. Fraternally, 666
… Be drawn out with an hook 2?) Enough; [see This I can answer—or Ernst Llaeckel can ! Now, God Almighty, rede this mystery ! What of the love that is the heart of man? Take stars and airs, and write it down ! Mill all the interstices of space With myriad verse——own Thy disgrace ! Diminish Thy renown ! Approve my riddle ! This Thou canst not do. 17. O living Kose ! O dowered with subtle dew Of love, the tiny eternitics of time, Caucht between flying seconds, are well filled With these futilides of fragrant rhyme ; In Love’s retort distilled, [In…
A PAEAN IN THE SPRINGTIDE 75 Heaven is bare and bleak, hell has the joys beyond Heaven, Fire and desire and delight, of a love that is always young ; Hell has the pains of hell, but the sweetest of lusts for leaven. Fierce body, breasts of delight, fearful and murderous tongue. Hell is the house of all delight, Heaven the home of a bitter blight ; Pain is our joy and our spirits’ power, Never shall fade its fiery flower. Now is the triumph of Love, gazing far to an infinite pleasure, Pleasure that mocks Heaven’s hopes, that our hands are impati…
And sink in lover's swoon. We'll sing them sister songs, and shew What secrets mortal lovers know. Tannhauser. The simple life of love and joy therein ! Merely to love—to take such pride in it Gods must behold ! The childish easiness, Impossible to me, who am become Perhaps the subtlest mind of men. Alas ! Maybe in this I still am self-deceived, Merely the fool swelled up with bitter words, Imagination, and the toadstool growth, Thought, wounded ; as a scorpion to sting Its own bruised life out. This is Tannhauser! How long ago since he took pl…
…o star in siglit ! Thy G ods proved puppets of the priest. “Truth ? All’s relation !” science sighed. In bondaae with thy brother beast, Love tortured thee, as Love’s hope died And Love’s faith rotted. Life no least Dim star descried. Thy cringing carrion cowered and crawled To find itself a chance-cast clod Whose Pain was purposeless; appalled That aimless accident thus trod Its agony, that void skies sprawled On the vain sod ! Ail soûls eternally exist, Each individual, ultimate, Perfect -— each makes itself a mist Of mind and flesh to celebr…
…243 Hail to Thy splendour, Holy, I cry! Mary shall bend her Face from the sky, Subtle and tender— Then I can die! TANNHAUSER. The simple love of life and gladness there! Merely to be, and worship at the heart. How complex, the machinery of me! Better? I doubt it. SHEPHERD-BOY (s2725). O Gretchen, when the morn Is gray, Forsake thy flocks and steal away To that low bank where, shepherds say, The flowers eternal are. Thine eyes should gleam to see me there, As fixed upon a star, And yet thy lips should take a tune, And match me unaware— So steals…
66 TELEPATHY The sobs, the sighs, the throbs, the cries Of love are nothing to me. My ladys magic madness flies Like poison through and through me ! Yea, love ; my echo is as loud As all the cries of all the crowd. The shaft of love she shot in May Still rankles in September ; The flames in June that died away Have yet a lively ember. I force myself to dream all day : Night wakes meI remember. Yea ; in the night thou lackest me. And I ? Ah surely I lack thee ! I must remember how we stood And let mad Paris pass us (Holding one moment to be go…
THE EQUINOX XVII THE NUMBER SEVENTEEN SEVENTEEN is the number of the star; it is that of in- telligence and love. Warrior and bold intelligence, accomplice of divine Prometheus, eldest daughter of Lucifer, hail unto thee in thine audacity! Thou didst wish to know, and in order to possess, thou didst brave all the thunders, and affronted every abyss! Intelligence, O Thou, whom we poor sinners have loved to madness, to scandal, to reprobation! Divine right of man, essence and soul of liberty, hail unto thee! For they have pursued thee, in trampli…
THE EQUINOX XVII THE NUMBER SEVENTEEN SEVENTEEN is the number of the star; it is that of in- telligence and love. Warrior and bold intelligence, accomplice of divine Prometheus, eldest daughter of Lucifer, hail unto thee in thine audacity! Thou didst wish to know, and in order to possess, thou didst brave all the thunders, and affronted every abyss! Intelligence, O Thou, whom we poor sinners have loved to madness, to scandal, to reprobation! Divine right of man, essence and soul of liberty, hail unto thee! For they have pursued thee, in trampli…
Introduction 17 even rapturous piety he joins a passionate love for the pleasures of the table and the bed : and the reader will I think grant him both acuteness of in- tellect and elegance of diction. It is instructive : indeed, beyond all comparison better than the laborous and pedantic exposition I had conceived it my duty to attempt : it gives the inside view, and references to the scholars and paederasts who have previously enlarged on this fascinating topic : the style is impassioned and the matter impeccable. I therefore turn my readers …
DE LEGE LIBELLVM In the achievement of Love are two principles, that of mastering and that of yielding. But the nature of these is hard to explain, for they are subtle, and are best taught by Love Himself in the course of the Operations. But it is to be said generally that the choice of one formula or the other is automatic, being the work of that inmost Will which is alive within you. Seek not then to determine consciously this decision, for herein true instinct is not liable to err. But now I end, without further words: for in our Holy Books …
… the moon Lend her light to madden us through the hours of pleasure ; Let thedayspring pass and brighten intonoon! Yet no limit find our love, nor passion find a measure !” O Madonna of the Golden Eyes! Dawn brought reason back, and the violet eyes are sadder :-— O they were golden once, and I call them golden still ! Dawn has brought remorse, the sting of a foul swamp-adder— I hate you! beast of Hell! Love’s manacle ! O Murderess of the hateful eyes ! I have snapped O and you fix them on me! your lips curse now—’tis fitter ! Snarl on ! eat out…
Chapter III <#• Verses 55—56 179 If we are to have Beauty and Love, whether in begetting children or works of art, or what not, we must have perfect free dom to act, without fear or shame or any falsity. Spontaneity, the most important factor in creation, because it is evidence of the magnetic intensity and propriety of the will to create, depends almost wholly on the absolute freedom of the agent. Gulliver must have no bonds of packthread. These conditions have been so rare in the past, especially with regard to love, that their occur rence …
…th zeal divine To Aphrodite, who from her far shrine Heard and flew fast to aid over the night-clad brine. PRAYER OF ARCHAIS O Mother of Love, By whom the earth and all its fountains move In harmony, Hear thou the bitter overwhelming cry Of me, who love, who am about to die Because of love. O Queenliest Shrine, Keeper of keys of heaven, most divine Yet Queen of Pain,
“ Sound the loud chord! Let love be a wreath ! Death is not for ye any more, for I am the Master of Death!” PARABASIS As I sit in the sound Of the wash of the surf, On the long low ground, The trees and the turf ; In front the profound, The warrior seas, Upstirred of the breeze, By the far reef bound— I know the low music of love, I feel the sweet murmur in me, My soul is in tune with the sea. The stars are above me, The rocks are below me, The sea is around! Great Gods that love me Lead me, and show me . Their powers profound. Their lightnings…
… life-long hate Flowered into joy . Scarce heard , his iron gate Clanged - to behind me as I took the road . * FLAME . O NLY the fire of love can fuse and burn This solid world to spirit . But we two Have caught love back by the escaping wing , Therefore shall life be perfect, for our eyes Are opened and our stooping souls stand up Full - statured under the roofless heaven of love .
150 THE EQUINOX For that whereof He was wrought Was bound up with the curse Of love. So let him lie with earth above, And earth below. He hath forgotten who was fulfilled of woe. He is buried deep, oh! deep: Leave him alone to sleep. Leave him to sleep alone under the sky; He had one mighty vision, and did die. Now he is dead that dream shall be fulfilled While he doth sleep. For, whilst his song is utterly stilled, His dream doth wake again, And laugh and weep. But he is free, and knoweth no more pain. VII THE SONG Yea! I who have lain dead am…