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…n almost wholly insignificant component of those stupendous and inscrutable Magical Forces which determine the destinies of the planet . Love is the law, love under will. Fraternally, 666
…ine eyes awakened, lightened, fallen on me? O Goddess, queen, and wife ! O Lady of my life! Who set thy stature as a wood to wave? Whose love begat thy limbs? Whose wave-washed body swims That nurtured thee, and found herselfa grave? ‘But thou, O thou, hast risen from the deep! All mortals mourn and weep To see thee, seeing that all love must die Beside thy beauty, see thee and despair ! Deadly as thou art fair, I cry for all mankind—they are slain, even as I! [TANNHAUSER pauses, bends eagerly towards VENUS, She smiling luxu- viously, he contin…
…trange soft light about me shed Devours the sense of time: Hovers about my sleepy head Some sweet persistent rhyme. Beneath my breast my love may hear Deep murmur of the billows— O gather me to thee, my dear, On soft forgetful pillows ! O gather me in arms of love As maidens plucking posies, Or mists that fold about a dove, Or valleys full of roses ! O let me fade and fall away From waking into sleep, From sleep to death, from gold to gray, Deep as the skies are deep } O let me fall from death to dream, Eternal monotone; Faint eventide of sleep…
180 MYSTERIES: “PERFECT LOVE CASTETH OUT FEAR.” NGLAND is dreary. In the ashen sky I see no sign that sun will break again, And force the clouds to yield their rapid rain, And utterly absorb our misery. Dull as the day is, in my heart I feel An anguish, chill and adamant as steel, And, like a mist of poison, heavily On my whole soul, bound down upon the wheel, _ There comes a spectre, dead, whose name is Fear. Ah God, he comes so near! In the pale fear of Death I have no share. I am through Love triumphant over him ; I almost yearn toward the s…
…oness bereaved, If, for a moment's breathing space, I move Back from the purple where her bosom heaved, Back from the chosen body that I love ? Whose lips cling faster still In desperate sweet will? Whose body melts as fire caught in wine Into the clasping soul ? Whose breathing breasts control Her heart's quick pulsing, and the sob of mine? O Venus, lady Venus, thou it is Whose fierce immortal kiss Abides upon me, about me, and within ! Thou, lady of the secret of the Sea, Made one for love with me, Love and desire and dream, a sense of mortal…
…arbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That poises head and hood, and makes his body tremble to the drone Of tom-tom and of cymbal wooed by love’s assassin sorceries! El Arabi! El Arabi! The moon is down; we are alone; May not our mouths meet, madden, mix, melt in the starlight of a kiss? EI Arabi! There by the palms, the desert’s edge, I drew thee to my heart and held Thy shy slim beauty for a splendid second; and fell moaning back, Smitten by Love’s forked flashing rod—as if the uprooted mandrake yelled! As if I had seen God, and died! I thirst!…
…arbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That poises head and hood, and makes his body tremble to the drone Of tom-tom and of cymbal wooed by love’s assassin sorceries! El Arabi! El Arabi! The moon is down; we are alone; May not our mouths meet, madden, mix, melt in the starlight of a kiss? EI Arabi! There by the palms, the desert’s edge, I drew thee to my heart and held Thy shy slim beauty for a splendid second; and fell moaning back, Smitten by Love’s forked flashing rod—as if the uprooted mandrake yelled! As if I had seen God, and died! I thirst!…
…illy devil ! Pist ! We are all more or less insane. She was still beautiful, although So tired. Still sweet ! still pale ! still shy ! I loved her overmuchand so Out of this life you go ! said I. No one can understand me. None Of these dull drunkards could divine In nightmares this that I have done To make a winding-sheet of wine ! This black invulnerable vice Engines of iron ! towers of stone ! For winters blight or summers spice True love, true love hath never known True love with black inchauntments filled, Its hellish rout of shr…
…complish the Great Work,” replied Athena. Dionysus seemed to have got |on to his game. He retorted without the slightest hesitation. . “ Love is the law, under will.” , “ Love is the law, love under will,’’ corrected Cypris ; and the baby repeated it solemnly. : | “ Fall to,” cried Athena cheerfully, and sat down,
THE MOTHER’S TRAGEDY 161 CoRA (aside). What subterfuge ? What shield against the lightning of his love? (Hastily.) I have a husband living. ULRIC. Think you, then, I have lived so long and looked into you eyes To listen to so hastily disgorged A prentice falsehood not grown journeyman? Then, had you fifty husbands, am I one, Reared in the faith of high philosophy, Schooled from my childhood in the brother- hood Of poets, to descend to this absurd Quibble of tedious morality? Shame not your truth with that ignoble thought ! And also—tell me, onc…
…uching, which steps forth from the shadows of the Orphic initiation, is that of Eurydice recalled to life by the miracles of harmony and love, of Eurydice, that sensitive broken on the very day of her marriage, who takes refuge in the tomb, trembling with modesty. Soon she hears the lyre of Orpheus, and slowly climbs again towards the light; the terrible divinities of Erebus dare not bar her passage. She follows the poet, or rather the poetry which she adores. ... But, woe to the lover if he changes the magnetic current and pursues in his turn,…
…uching, which steps forth from the shadows of the Orphic initiation, is that of Eurydice recalled to life by the miracles of harmony and love, of Eurydice, that sensitive broken on the very day of her marriage, who takes refuge in the tomb, trembling with modesty. Soon she hears the lyre of Orpheus, and slowly climbs again towards the light; the terrible divinities of Erebus dare not bar her passage. She follows the poet, or rather the poetry which she adores. ... But, woe to the lover if he changes the magnetic current and pursues in his turn,…
…ls crowned, Lie dust upon the empty ground. She goes, our sorrow’s sacrifice, Our lamb, our firstling, frail and white, With large sweet love-illumined eyes Into the night, into the night. The throne of night shall be withdrawn ; So moveth she toward the dawn. All peoples and all kings that move By love and sacrifice inspired In light and holiness and love, And seek some end of God desired, Pass, though they seem to sink in night, To dawns more perdurably bright. So priest and people join to praise The secret wisdom of the Lord, Awaiting the ar…
AMBERGRIS 71 O fearful firstling dove ! My dawn and spring of love, Loves light and lure ! Look (as I bend above) Through bright lids filled thereof Perfect and pure, Thy bloom of maidenhood. I could not : if I could, I would not : being good, Also endure ! Cruel, to tear or mar The chaliced nenuphar ; Cruel to press The rosebud ; cruel to scar Or stain the flower-star With mad caress. But crueller to destroy The leaping life and joy Born in a careless boy From lone distress. More cruel then art thou The calm and chaste of brow, If thou dost t…
…ere be one evident, trivial phenomenon invariably like itself, and about whose nature it is impossible to make a mistake, it is maternal love. It is as difficult to suppose a mother without maternal love as light without heat; is it not then per- fectly legitimate to attribute to maternal love all those words and actions which a mother says or does in the matter of her child? And yet, listen to this little story; where I was strangely mystified by the most natural illusion possible.
… of wrath ! Cease that angry trumpets blare ! Sunlight burns a rosy path Yonder through the sky to where Flowers bud and linnets sing ; Loves expressed in everything ; We are covered with thy love
…And in Thy mercy find our ease. Beside the pleasant streams we move, Our thoughts concentrated on the above, And find our joyance in Thy love. When Death’s cold stream runs black and chill, And yew and cypress haunt the hill, Be Thou our love and comfort still. Receive us (by Thy Motherhood) By deathless stream and fadeless wood In Thy celestial solitude. Amen. U 38
THE GARDEN OF EROS. 3I Coiling and curling In maze of æons Its vision unfurling A pageant of pæans ! Blessed be Love in his Palace of praise Whom we follow above in his Wonderful ways ! Whom we follow above To the stars and the snows, Immaculate Love ! — We adore thee, Eros ! Praise Eros wittily ! Praise Eros well ! Tripping it prettily Down through the dell ! Joyous and eager Our tresses adorning, Away to beleaguer The city of morning !
…And in Thy mercy find our ease. Beside the pleasant streams we move, Our thoughts concentrated on the above, And find our joyance in Thy love. When Death’s cold stream runs black and chill, And yew and cypress haunt the hill, Be Thou our love and comfort still. Receive us (by Thy Motherhood) By deathless stream and fadeless wood In Thy celestial solitude. Amen. U 38
…her over moor and lake ! Together over scaur and fell ! For ever let us travel so ; To stop so sweet a flight were woe. Even to stop for love’s own sake ; Save my love did it—Then? well ! well! Better to rest together, hard Hidden in a corner of the ghyll, Some cavern frosted over close, Some gully vivid with the rose Of love! The frost our years retard ! The rose—perfume our wonder-will ! But while I sing the moon Is up. False moon! False moon! So fast to ride. Ile is not here! Sure, he is dead ! O moon, reveal that holiest head ! There is muc…