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… to smother ! Io! Evae! Sisters, mingle In the choir, the dance, the revel! He divine, the Spirit single, He in every vein shall tingle. Sense and sorrow to the devil ! * Obertass : Wieniawski, 34
… to smother ! Io! Evae! Sisters, mingle In the choir, the dance, the revel! He divine, the Spirit single, He in every vein shall tingle. Sense and sorrow to the devil ! * Obertass : Wieniawski, 34
106 OLYMPAS. MARSYAS. THE EQUINOX I love thee. I am drunkenness Of the inmost sense, my soul’s caress Is toward thee! Let my priestess stand Bare and rejoicing, softly fanned By smooth-lipped acolytes, upon Mine iridescent altar-stone, And in her love-chaunt swooningly Say evermore: To me! To me! I am the azure-lidded daughter Of sunset ; the all-girdling water; The naked brilliance of the sky In the voluptuous night am I! With song, with jewel, with perfume, Wake all my rose’s blush and bloom | Drink to me! Love me! I love thee, My love, my lo…
106 OLYMPAS. MARSYAS. THE EQUINOX I love thee. I am drunkenness Of the inmost sense, my soul’s caress Is toward thee! Let my priestess stand Bare and rejoicing, softly fanned By smooth-lipped acolytes, upon Mine iridescent altar-stone, And in her love-chaunt swooningly Say evermore: To me! To me! I am the azure-lidded daughter Of sunset ; the all-girdling water; The naked brilliance of the sky In the voluptuous night am I! With song, with jewel, with perfume, Wake all my rose’s blush and bloom | Drink to me! Love me! I love thee, My love, my lo…
…plined for any fight. VI. The Oracle of the Gods is the Child-Voice of Love in thine own Soul! hear thou it! Heed not the Siren-Voice of Sense, or the Phantom-Voice of Reason: rest in Simplicity, and listen to the Silence! VII. The issue of the Vulture, Two-in-One, conveyed; this is the chariot of Power. T R I N C : The last oracle! VIII. Balance against each thought its exact opposite! For the Marriage of these is the Annihilation of Illusion.
… argueth Its existence from design of the Cosmos, noting that Its tracks form a geometrical figure. But seeth that this depends upon his sense of geometry ; and is therefore no proof. Meditating upon this likeness to himself—Its subjectivity, in short —he seeth It in the Blue Lake. Thither plunging, all is shattered. xxiii, Seeking It in shrines he findeth but a money-box; while they that helped him (as they said) in his search, but robbed him. xxiv. Arguing Its obscurity, he seeketh It within the bowels of Etna, cutting off all avenues of sens…
… argueth Its existence from design of the Cosmos, noting that Its tracks form a geometrical figure. But seeth that this depends upon his sense of geometry ; and is therefore no proof. Meditating upon this likeness to himself—Its subjectivity, in short —he seeth It in the Blue Lake. Thither plunging, all is shattered. xxiii, Seeking It in shrines he findeth but a money-box; while they that helped him (as they said) in his search, but robbed him. xxiv. Arguing Its obscurity, he seeketh It within the bowels of Etna, cutting off all avenues of sens…
… to annoy the reader by leaving any blanks, feeling that my own poverty of diction will be less noticeable than any actual hiatus in the sense or rhythm. I attempt neither eulogy nor criticism here. Indeed, it seems to me entirely uncalled for. His words were : “ Let the world know how wonderful it was,” that is, his love xi
…ion’s motto : to exhaust the cross, Bidding it glow with roses—the result “ What way he will : may be adventure’s loss Is gain to common sense ; whereby I guess Wise men have hidden Mount Biagenos
…e and fear, Whose most loathliest attack at night is near, When the gates of spirit tense with angel’s tread Close, and all the gates of sense swing wide instead, When the will of men is sleeping, and when the mind Hears no sobs of spirits weeping above the . wind, All the subtle paths are clear for wicked breath, And no angel warns the eur that this is death ? Is this fiend the Love that came when youth rose up Purple with its holy flame, and flower-fair cup, Gave me of his burning wine to fire my heart, Filled me with desires divine toward my…
…nce of all thought : No sorrier sexton in a grave inters The nobler children of a poet’s mind Of wine and gold well wrought. By the poor sense of touch they judge that this Or that is real or not. Have they divined This simplest spirit-bond, The joy of some bad woman’s deadly kiss ; The thought-flash that well tunes a lover’s mind Seas and gray gulfs beyond ? So that which is impalpable to touch, They judge by touch; the viewless they decide By sight ; their logic fails, Their jarring jargon jingles—even such An empty brazen pot—wise men deride…
…y ! This one secret I suspect, and gloat Over the solemn purport of the dream With subtle shuddering of joy, —and that Keener delight, a sense of deadly fear ! This secret : Thou art darkness in Thyself, And evil wrapped in light, and ugliness Vested in beauty ! Therefore is my love No petty passion like these country-folk's : No fertile glory (as the Love of God) : But vast and barren as the winter sea, Holding I know not what enormous soul In its salt bitter bosom, underneath The iron waters and the serpent foam ; Below, where sight and sound…
…ter Is lord there, and I overlord. So flits-out, like a sword Flashed through a duellist’s live heart, My thought ; in all the abodes of sense, The shrines of love and art, The adytum of omnipotence, I am supreme, through thee, sweet Angela ! For all the beauties of the universe, The glories hidden in the flower’s cup, All, all that wakes the soul to worship, verse, Ripe verse, all wines, all dreams that the soft God lifts up : All these are eidola, Mere phantom will ’o the wisps, thy love the real ! There is no more ideal For me ; romance hath…
…s altering coin ill-wrought, It seemed as though the soul were strange, Not fledged, not capable to range At random through the world of sense Opened so swift and so intense Unto the being. Thus she stood Impatient on the patient flood With wonder waking in her eyes. Thus the young dove droops wing, and dies, In wonder why the wingéd thing Loosed from yon twanging silver string Should strike, should hurt. But now she wakes, Wreathes like a waterfall of snakes The golden fervour of her hair About the body brave and bare Starred in the sunlight b…
…nce Stamped you my queen. Thus looked your lips to one Who stood a casual on lifes slippery ledge, A blind bat hanging from the tree of sense 3 O
…t is or could ever be In Time or Eternity. Drawn, drawn, inevitably spanned, Tirelessly drawn by some strange hand, Drawn inward in some sense unkenned Beyond all to an appointed end, No end foreseen or hoped, drawn still Beyond word or will Into Itself, drawn subtly, deep Through the dreamless deaths whose shadow is sleep, Drawn, as dawn shows, to the inmost divine, To the temple, the nave, the choir, the shrine, To the altar where in the most holy cup The wine of its blood may be offered up. Nor is it given to any son of man To hymn that Sacr…
…knavery, Whispers in crazing ears The secret spell of her slavery. Horror indeed intense, Seduction ever intenser, Swinging the smoke of sense From the bowl of a smouldering censer ! Behind me, behind and above, © She stands, that mirror of love. Her fingers are supple-jointed ; Her nails are polished and pointed, And tipped with spurs of gold: With them she rowels the brain. Her lust is critical, cold ; And her Chinese cheeks are pale, As she daintily picks, profane
…to browbeat and bully her into giving the minutest details of her adventure! The best of the crowd was a young doctor who had sufficient sense to see how stupid the rest were, to disdain the bluff of the advertising adepts, and to realize that genuine magicians were necessarily gentlemen and scholars. He felt himself utterly lost in the darkness of Detroit, but despaired of mending the matter by setting forth to seek the Graal without guidance. He was {842} so fixed in doubt and distrust that even the truth, soiled by his suspicion, could not q…
When the gates of spirit tense with angel’s tread Close, and all the gates of sense swing wide instead, When the will of men is sleeping, and when the mind Hears no sobs of spirits weeping above the wind, All the subtle paths are clear for wicked breath, And no angel warns the ear that this is death ? Is this fiend the Love that came when youth rose up Purple with its holy flame, and flower-fair cup, Gave me of his burning wine to fire my heart, Filled me with desires divine toward my art ? Is he then the Love who robs me of my aim, Doubts me i…
…us virginity) Are set in all the sky and earth and sea. Shining with solar fire, The single-eyed desire Of scent and sound and sight and sense perfuses The still and lambent light Of the essential night ; And all the heart of me is fain, and muses, As if for ever doomed to dream Or pass in peace Lethean adown the grey Lethean stream. So deep the sense of beauty, and so keen ! ‘The calm abiding holiness of love Reigns; and so fallen from the heights above Stern and free, | Immeasurable, the influence unseen Of music and of spiritual fire, That t…