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…am silent. CHORUS. He lies as one lies dead; none wakens him. Nor life nor death must touch him now: beware! ELEAZAR. Beware now, all ye old wise men, of this. For high things spoken and unjustly heard, Or heard and turned aside, are fruitless words, Or bear a blossom evil and abhorred, Lest God be mocked : consider well of this.
…to men —mig^ht hear, misfht come ! The kind, grave face of you— that light outshone The mystical ideal. Therefore too I minded me of our old baby-love, And —marriages are made in heaven, you know ! Besides—Our Lady shewed me in a dream How you would come. TannhAuser. And now .-' So sure are you The loving word you spoke an hour ago Came from the heart— who called me by mistake } N 97
…to thee, Immaculate! and craves Thy kisses or the grave’s, Till, knowing its unworthiness to woo thee, Remembers, grows content With the old element, And asks the lowlier grace its earlier music meant. So, Lady of all power! Kindle this firstling flower The rainbow nymph above the waterfall Into a mortal shade Of thee, immortal maid, That in her love I gather and recall Some memory mighty and mute In love’s poor substitute Of thee, thy Love too high, the impossible pursuit! Then from the cloud a golden voice Great harmonies persuade, That all t…
…that of instructing us. “I suppose that must be the idea,’ she said. She had a curious mouth, with square-cut lips like one sees in some old Egyptian statues, and a twist at the corners in which lurked incalculable possibilities of self-expression. Her eyes were deep-set and calm. It was a square face with a very peculiar jaw expressing terrific determination. I have never seen a face in which courage was so strongly marked. * Yes, I think I see it now. He forces one to come to what I might call the point of death. The whole of life is reviewed…
…slay a seal again. The return was effected in the same way as the previous journey, and the horseman, on his departure, left sufficient gold to compensate the islander for the loss of his means of livelihood. This story is the only one out of the scores told to me in which the seal may be said to take the offensive, and I cannot trace it to any foreign source. Mr. Walter Traill Dennison in his “ Orcadian Sketches” tells us that the seal held a far higher place among the North- men than any of the lower animals. He had a mysterious connection wi…
…slay a seal again. The return was effected in the same way as the previous journey, and the horseman, on his departure, left sufficient gold to compensate the islander for the loss of his means of livelihood. This story is the only one out of the scores told to me in which the seal may be said to take the offensive, and I cannot trace it to any foreign source. Mr. Walter Traill Dennison in his “ Orcadian Sketches” tells us that the seal held a far higher place among the North- men than any of the lower animals. He had a mysterious connection wi…
…d the woods of the earth, the heart of the mother forlorn. Caves curved of the wind, Deep hollows of earth, Whence the song of the blind Old prophet had birth, The caves that confined Deep music of mirth, Thy caves, O my mother, are these not a gem in thy virginal girth ? Ye mountains uplift As an arrow in air; Ice-crowned, rock-cliffed, Snow-bosomed bare, I give ye the gift Of a voice more fair. Leave echo, and wake, and proclaim that ye stand against death and despair ! , Ye hills where I rested In rapture of life, From dawn calm-breasted To …
…one chaste shrine That pious hands have builded ; And, oiled and scented, curled and gilded, A virgin, swimming like new wine In my grey old soul, that I may give His life to Pan, and live ! I have seen Love, and known A blasphemy, a violation And perfect profanation ; Wherefore the god hath flown. My heart no longer trembles If that blind Harperblind, or he dissembles ! Touches its strings with burning finger-tips, Or fastens his soft lips About my soul. . . . Then what is left To a woman love-bereft ? I have tasted Passion ; I have known Ho…
…prings, But you know Not the glow Where the soul of me sings. Truth comes bubbling to my brim ; Life and death are one to Him! There is cold In the old Grey gloom of my caves; There is heat In the beat Of my passionate waves. Truth comes bubbling to my brim ; Love and hate are one to Him. [They dance and return to the well. R. and L. are now seen öehimi the grasses, she sowing uþan his sima/der.] 80
…prings, But you know Not the glow Where the soul of me sings. Truth comes bubbling to my brim ; Life and death are one to Him! There is cold In the old Grey gloom of my caves; There is heat In the beat Of my passionate waves. Truth comes bubbling to my brim ; Love and hate are one to Him. [They dance and return to the well. R. and L. are now seen öehimi the grasses, she sowing uþan his sima/der.] 80
…e central orb untouched of time, And taste a peace all bliss excelling . Now I have broken Beauty 's wall , Now that my kindred world I hold , I care not though the cities fall And the green earth go cold . THE THREE HILLS . THERE were three hills that stood alone With woods about their feet . They dreamed quiet when the sun shone And whispered when the rain beat . They wore all three their coronals Till men with houses came And scored their heads with pits and walls And thought the hills were tame . Red and white when day shines bright , They …
…nies orgia, “works.” Puritan foulness, failing to understand what was happening, degraded the word “orgies” to mean debauches. It is the old story of the Fox who lost his tail. If you cannot do anything, call it impossible; or, if that be evidently absurd, call it wicked! It is critics who deny poetry, people without capacity for Ecstasy and Will who call Mysticism moonshine and Magick delusion. It is manless old cats, geldings, and psychopaths, who pretend to detest Love, and persecute Free Women and Free Men. Verbotenism has gone so far in ce…
…nagemot A figure bright enough to make the sun dun, Yet common — to conceive him asketh not Imagination’s waistcoat buttons undone ! Any old gentleman in any club in London.
CLYTIE 109 Hold me ! he must not think I yearnedhe is too master- fulbeware ! Oh, should he guess this body burned, shame, shamehow should a maiden fare ? Nay, girls, I know. But Pan hath wrought this marvel on my wantons will, Filling it with one virgin thought, as strong as summer, and as still. Ah hold ! my body breaks away maugre your weakling struggles. Hold ! Nay ! my soul faints ; the stinging spray lures like his kisses did of old. Free ! Now stand back ! How good it ishow good it is to be alive ! How good to swim for the first kis…
… her, Im sure. I must try and raise her to my level rather than Damn that potato patch ! It must be dug over to- morrow, and only the old flint spade still. A man in Lord Gods position House of Lords, stake in the country, and all that ought to provide iron spades this is the only country planet for bil- lions of miles where science hasnt penetrated, so that young prince says dont believe hes a real prince, though took all that cursing from a sim- ple Lord like a lamb says its beneath his dignity to swear back. Id have had th…
XXIX So, love, not thus for you and me! And if I am man, no more, expect I shall remain so, till, maybe, The anatomist, old Time, dissect Me, nerve from flesh, and bone from bone, And raise me spiritual, changed In all but love for you, my own; The little matter rearranged, The little mind refigured. This Alone I hope or think to keep :— The love I bear you, and the kiss Too soft to call the breath of sleep. And, if you are woman, even there I do decline : we stand above. I ask not, and will take no share With you in what mankind call love. We …
The King-Ghost girds me with his gibbering creatures, My dreams of old that never saw the sun. He shows me, in a mocking glass, their features, The twin fiends ‘‘ Might-have-been” and ‘* Should-have-done.” Keep us, by Jesu’s ruth, What time the King-Ghost grins the truth! The King-Ghost boasts eternal usurpature ; For in this pool of tears his fingers fret, I had imagined, by enduring nature, Thetwin gods ‘‘ Thus-will-I” and ‘‘ May-be-yet.” God, keep us most from ill, , What time the King-Ghost grips the will! Silver and rose and gold what flam…
…lost in a world of incredibly stupid and malicious dwarfs. I found myself in Piccadilly quite suddenly. A voice purred in my ear, ‘ Good old Peter, good old sport, awfully glad I met you—we'll make a night of it.” The speaker was a handsome Welshman still in his prime. Some people thought him one of the best sculptors living. He had, in fact, a following of dis- ciples which I can only qualify as “ almost unpleasantly so.’”’ He had no use for humanity at the bottom of his heart, except as convenient shapes which he might model. He was bored and…
… rebellion, Past the iron gates that are thrust asunder Not without bloodshed : Past the rule of might and the rule of lying, Free from golds bad sceptre, and free to cherish Joys of life diviner than war and passion— Falsest of phantoms. Only now true love, like a sun of molten Glory, surging up from a sea of liquid Silver, golden, exquisite, overflowing, Soars into starland. Only now the rivalry equal, eager, Friendly, spurs the young to a mimic battle, Spurs the old to honour, and fame, and fortune, Ready to harvest.
…se. No man hath noted in my brain The knowledge of my mystic spouse. I watch the centuries wax and wane. Poor, in the kingdom of strong gold, My power is swift and uncontrolled. Simple, amid the maze of lies ; A child, among the cruel old, I plot their stealthy destinies. I