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…riest. Dost think O’ the feast ? Criosda. shrink ! The rune is woe. Ho! Ho! Criospa. Mother of Sin! RUPHA. Ho! Ho! Criospa. Thus then at last the Luck of Maurya throws A double-six to lost Criosda. RupuHa. Ho! The Luck of Maurya! The power of the deed. CriIosDA. I find thee, mother, at last. Life’s final flash Gleams through the storm. RUPHA. I am found! Ho! Ho!
IMAGES OF DEATH Stars for the sun that smote, for fire slow streams, For the simoom the zephyr’s cooing kiss, Deep sleep at last from all the evil dreams, And rest, the possibility of bliss. THE MORIBUND) I. THE Seven Wise Men of Martaban 2 Sate round the dying man. They were so still, one would have said : If he were dying, they were dead! The first was aged ; ip his beard He muttered never a weird. The next was beautiful and gay : IIe had no word to say. The third was wroth and rusty red, Yet not a word he said. The fourth was open and bold: …
…e of, and identification with, mysticism ; the other in which (as here) he writes as a mere scholar.) 5. Obscure throughout, and the two last stan- zas seem quite inconsequential. They may have been transferred from another Ghazal by some presumptuous scribe. A. L. Yet if so where is the Takhallus ? Ed. 6. Identical with a phrase in Dhammapada, the Buddhist “ Book of Proverbs.”
…vers, sleep, Soft and dreamless, sweet and deep, Sleep! Sleep! We will steal away Till the break of day. ARCIIAIS. In the arms oflove at last Love is anchored fast, Firm beyond the rage of Heaven, safe bhe- yond the occan blast. CHARICLES. In the arms of love close prest ! O thy tender breast Pillows now my happy head; softly breezes from the west Poth. Stir the ring-dove’s nest. In the arms of love we lie; Music from the sky Tunes the hymeneal lyre that will echo till we die. God we feel is very nigh ; Soft, breeze, sigh While we kiss at last …
…US QUARTUS Between the islands sheer and steep Our craft treads noiseless o’er the deep. Turned to the gold heart of the west, The sun’s last sigh of love expressed Ere the lake glimmer, borrow sleep From clouds and tinge their edges; weep That night brings love not to his breast, But only rest. We move toward the golden track Shed in the water: we look back Eastward, where rose is set to warn Promise and prophecy of dawn Reflected, lest the ocean lack In any space serene or slack Some colour, blushing o’er the fawn Dim-lighted lawn. And under …
I40 DHAMMAPADA Here and hereafter doth he mourn, him suffering doth doubly irk, Who doeth evil, seeing now at last how evil was his work. The virtuous man rejoices here, hereafter doth he take delight, Both ways rejoices, both delights, as seeing that his work was right. Here and hereafter suffers he : the pains of shame his bosom fill Who thinks “ I did the wrong,” laments his going on the Path of Ill. Here and hereafter hath he joy : in both the joy of rectitude Who thinks “ I did the right ” and goes rejoicing on the Path of Good. A-many ver…
… of rain. God ! have Thou pity soon on this amazing pain. If but a lion stirred with distant roar The silence of the world, perchance at last I might find honey in his mouth, and store His tawny flanks until the sand were past. Nay, but these wastes intolerably vast, Like glowing copper raging for the heat, Stretch and stretch on and leave me all aghast 46
…nking his kisses in a chain About my neck ; demon-embroidery! Bruises like far-off mountains stain The valley of my body of ivory ! Then last came sleep. I wake, and he is gone; what should I do but weep? Vv Nay, for I wept enough—more sacred tears |— When first he pinned me, gripped My flesh, and as a stallion that rears, Sprang, hero-thewed and satyr-lipped ; Crushed, as a grape between his teeth, my fears ; Sucked out my life And stamped me with the shame, the monstrous word of wife. VI I will not weep; nay, I will follow him. Perchance he i…
…nking his kisses in a chain About my neck ; demon-embroidery! Bruises like far-off mountains stain The valley of my body of ivory ! Then last came sleep. I wake, and he is gone; what should I do but weep? Vv Nay, for I wept enough—more sacred tears |— When first he pinned me, gripped My flesh, and as a stallion that rears, Sprang, hero-thewed and satyr-lipped ; Crushed, as a grape between his teeth, my fears ; Sucked out my life And stamped me with the shame, the monstrous word of wife. VI I will not weep; nay, I will follow him. Perchance he i…
… my dream, in the dream of my dear. By passion and clamour the music is vain. Resurges the stridence, insists it is pain ; Until, at the last, all the puzzle is plain. Cry out on Apollo ; he laughs at the whine. Evoke we a soul nor of man nor divine Deep-throned in a darker, unspeakable shrine. O beautiful, beautiful ! light be thy luck ! Unveil thee to me ; for my flower is to pluck ; God gives thee my virginal honey to suck. Lo ! now is the hour, lest the happy hour go. Ah ! love me an hour, if it kill me or no ! So be it, my God ! be it so, …
Treads the impending glacier. Now, now he strikes the steep black ice That leads to the last neck. By Her That bore the Lord, by what device May he pass there? Yet still he moves, Ardent and steady, as if the price Of death were less than life approves, As if on eagles’ wings he mounted, Or as on angels’ wings—or love’s! So, all the journey he discounted, Holding the goal. Supreme he stood. Upon the summit; dreams uncounted, Worlds of sublime beatitude ! He passed beyond. The All he hath touched, And dropped to vile desuetude. What lay beyond? …
…ell schooled, I strove no more against my Nature, and worked with all my Will. Thou knowest well how greatly I was rewarded. Yet in this last Initiation to the Grade of Magus, wherein three-and- seventy Days, as Men count Days, is but One Day, the Ordeal grew so fierce and intolerable that I gave back a Step. I did not utterly renounce the Work, but I swore not to continue unless mine Agony were abated. But after fifteen Days, I came to myself in a certain Ordeal, wherein I knew myself finally, that I could do no other than take up that fearful…
…had happened to her, something tremendous; and her brain turned crazily in her. But as she lost consciousness she was still aware of the last phase of the vision: that the sacrifice of Malkah had created a void in the ranks of the Amazon armies of the Moon; and she saw them and their mist of blue, licked up in the swirl of the vortex. The whole of the invoked forces were sucked up into her as Malkah in her death-agony took possession of that basis of materialization. Heroic — and presumptuous; for of all the qualities that go to make humanity s…
…nd all our desires shall perish ; Hope and its roseate crown shall fall in the dark to the dust. Love and his garland shall go, with the last of the joys we may cherish,
² Åü¿Â 131 Who comes to see me daily—I shall die Happier if I kill him ; so shall I Reap on his body the last tare of lust, And shrivel back into my primal dust Filled with all worms and hornéd beasts with wings, The reptile that sweats acrid juice, and stings With bloody teeth and tongue ! Oh, all the room Spits fire and dung, and vomits forth a spume Of tawny sickly death ! All blotched and dark, The putrid air is vital with a spark Of fiery eyes of yonder filthy hound ! God ! I am reeling brain and body ! I swound ! The floor heaves up …
…ol ! Ah, well ! Let pass self-scorn, as love of self is past ! But—am I further forward ? Who can tell ? God is the Complex as the Protoplast : He is the First (not " was"), and is the Last (Not " will be "). Then why travel ? To what end? What is the symbol I am set to find ? What is that burning heart of blood to spend Caught in a sunset with the night behind, The Grail of God ? I would that I were blind ! I would that I were desolate and dumb, Naked and poor ! That He might manifest A crimson glory subtly caught and come, An opal crucible of…
…een a philosopher of the widest and deepest learning and penetration, and a regret that he showed no more of it in his poetry. First and last, I stood amazed, stupefied : so stand I still. Dramatic propriety forbade me seeing him again ; he was alone when he started. Let us not too bitterly lament ! He would hate him who would “ upon the rack of this tough world stretch him out longer.” x
… cries of despair, Until the dryads frightened and dumfoundered Fled into space— Like to a demon-king’s was grown my maiden face | IX At last I came unto the well, my soul. In that still glass, I saw no sign 95
… cries of despair, Until the dryads frightened and dumfoundered Fled into space— Like to a demon-king’s was grown my maiden face | IX At last I came unto the well, my soul. In that still glass, I saw no sign 95
…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 temples hour for prayer) At grave harmonious intervals. The grand voice of some seaman calls, Just as the picture fades, aware How it was fair.