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1909 · PDF PAGE 198

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

…oof was mirror-clad, so that as she lay upon the furs she might look upward, and see herself hanging like a star from the black vault of night. Beside her in the temple was but one strange image. Carved of that polished black granite of Egypt, which seems, as it were, the very bodily form of the Night of Time, there squatted a god upon his pedestal ; an inscrutable god, smiling, ever smiling with a smile that spoke unfathomable lust and cruelty resolved—by what theurgic alchemy ?—into a pure and passionless bliss. It was a thing eternal as the …

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1898 · PDF PAGE 27

Aceldama

…hy caresses as of right, Live in thy kisses as in living light, Clothing in thy love, enthronéd lazily In thine embrace, as naked as the night, As love and lover More pure, more keen, more strong than all my dreams discover. 2 7

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1898 · PDF PAGE 89

Songs of the Spirit

…and wine. Work on, strong mind, devise The outer life aright ; Dream, subtle soul, and arise To noblest litanies That pierce the mask of night— In a man work lifts his eyelids, but his dreams lend eyes their light. So dreams and days are wed, And soul and body lie Ambrosial in Love’s bed. See, heaven with stars is spread— So glad of life am I If an angel came to call me I am sure I would not die. 79

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1899 · PDF PAGE 216

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…ast The sunbeams bear Children most delicately drest, Gold flowers and fair. The blue sea sparkles in the noon, At dusk is free, - At midnight does the sacred moon Embrace the sea. And on the land the woods are green, A wild bird’s note Shrills till the air trembles between His beak and throat. And up through blue and gold and black The shivering sound Rushes ; no echo murmurs back From sky or ground. In the loud agony of song The moon is still ; , The wind drops down the shore along ; Night hath her will.

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1899 · PDF PAGE 50

Tale of Archais

…o venomous as hell The sudden hate that filled him. So away Knowing not whither, did he flee, till day Dropped her blue pinions, and the night drew on, And sable clouds banked out the weary sun.

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1904 · PDF PAGE 68

The Argonauts

18 ARGONAUTAE Methinks that under cover of the night I may escape Aeetes. JASON. If he chase, Our Argo is not battered by rough winds So far but what some fight were possible. meDEA. [Leads forward ABSYRTUS.] I know a better way than that, my lord. This boy shall come with us. JASON. Ah, not to Greece! Aea needs to-morrow’s king. MEDEA. “With us” I said. ‘To Greece ”—I said not. CHORUS. What is this? Thou hintest at some dangerous destiny. MEDEA. Come, love, to the long years of love with me! JASON. Form, heroes, and in solemn order stride; The…

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1908 · PDF PAGE 66

Amphora

AMPHORA XIII Sacrament of Penance Y night I waste upon my bed For Her to whom my worship soars ; By day I bow my weary head Within Her melancholy doors. I shall not ever be content With earth and all its tedious pleasure. I look toward the great event, To Mary’s bliss, the starry treasure. I scourge my body till the blood Pours from this heart that hateth light, Mix with its tide Thy crystal flood ! O Mary, cleanse Thine acolyte ! Accept this offering of pain ! Receive Thy neophyte’s devotion, Till to Thy peace he rise again, O star of love on …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 109

Ambergris

…acred amplitudes Of its own royal rapture, deaf and blind To aught but its own mastery of song And light, shown ever as silence and deep night Secret as death and final. Let me long Never again for aught ! This great delight Involves me, weaves me in its pattern of bliss, Seals me with its own kiss, Draws me to thee with every dream that glows. Poet, each word ! Maiden, each burden of snows Extending beyond sunset, beyond dawn ! O Rose, inviolate, utterly withdrawn In the truth :—for this is truth ; Love knows ! Ah ! Rose of the World ! Rose ! …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 125

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…CAL AND DRAMATIC So, birds, are you shy to awake Your voices to laughter-tuned numbers? So, sun, do you tremble to shake The dews of the night from our slumbers? Yvonne ! So, breeze, too reluctant to take The dews of the night from our slumbers? Light breaks, and the breezes caress Cool limbs and soft eyes and fair faces ; The nightingales carol to bless The dawn of our maiden embraces, Yvonne! The woods wear a lovelier dress In the dawn of our maiden embraces ! PERDURABO.! EXILE from humankind! The snow’s fresh flakes Are warmer than men’s hea…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 6

The Poem

…nderlies it. VAUGHAN. [Durning to the young man.] ND you—what are you doing here? Excuse my rudeness—you seem so sad. PERCY. I am sad to-night. I am very lonely in this place. VAUGHAN. There are plenty of people about. PERCY. People—mere shells, husks of the golden wheat that might grow even here. VAUGHAN. Why do you stay here?

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1899 · PDF PAGE 87

Tale of Archais

THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 79 CHARICLES Night her bright bow-string has bended ; Fast flies her arrow unsparing Through the beech-leaves, Æher it cleaves Rapid and daring. Ah! how it strikes as with silver ! how the sun’s laughter is ended ! ARCHAIS How the moon’s arms are extended ! Semi-Chorus of Men Rejoicing, inarticulate with pleasure, Joy streams a comet in the strong control Of the sun’s love ; weave, weave the eager measure, Fill the sea’s brim from pleasure’s foaming bowl ! Semi-Chorus of Women Weave, weave the dance ; the stars are not your …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 38

Orpheus

…me forth to me fleet as a fawn. THE WINDS From fourfold quarters, The depth and the height, We come, the bright daughters Of day shed on night; The sun and the waters Have brought us to light ; The sound of him slaughters Our soul in his sight. We hear the loud murmur; we know him; we rest; We breathe in his breast. ORPHEUS By sunlight up-gathered As dust of his cars, By moonlight unfathered, Unmothered of stars, Unpastured, untethered, Unstricken of scars, Come forth! I invoke ye, O clouds! ye veils! ye divine avatars! 39

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1907 · PDF PAGE 98

Rodin in Rime

…ent woe, Her hair funereal swathing her fallen form, Its wind-swept horror holding him; his white Torn body blushing through tempestuous night. So breaks the life in hell, the year in storm. 62

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1911 · PDF PAGE 66

Hail Mary

AMPHORA XIII Sacrament of Penance Y night I waste upon my bed For Her to whom my worship soars ; By day I bow my weary head Within Her melancholy doors. I shall not ever be content With earth and all its tedious pleasure. I look toward the great event, To Mary’s bliss, the starry treasure. I scourge my body till the blood Pours from this heart that hateth light, Mix with its tide Thy crystal flood ! O Mary, cleanse Thine acolyte ! Accept this offering of pain ! Receive Thy neophyte’s devotion, Till to Thy peace he rise again, O star of love on …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 38

Collected Works (Vol. II)

32 ORACLES NIGHT IN THE VALLEY. Written at the foot of Citlaltepetl. I LAY within the forest’s virgin womb Tranced in the sweetness, nuptial, indolent, Of the faint breeze and tropical perfume, And all the music far lone waters lent Unto the masses of magnolia bloom, Tall scarlet lilies, and the golden scent Shed by strange clusters of more pallid flowers, And purple lustre strewn amid the twilight bowers. Far, far the pastureless, the unquiet sea Moaned ; far the stately pyramid of cold Shrouding the stars, arose: sweet witchery That brought t…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 41

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…nd long to die. Far on the misty ocean’s verge flares out the Southern Cross, And the long billows on the marge of coral idly toss, This night of nights! lustre dusk or dim. Twin love-birds on the land complain, a wistful happy hymn. I turn my face toward the main: I laugh and dive and swim. The stars disdain a Now fronts me foaming all the light of surf- bound waters pent ; Now from the black breast of the night the Southern Cross is rent. I top the mighty wall of fears; the dark wave rolls below. A tall swift ship on wings appears, a cataract…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 22

Songs of the Spirit

…, on a small and rocky islet. In the highest chamber a man of some forty years, but silver-haired, looks out of the window. Clear starry night, no moon. Chamber furnished with books, alchemic instruments, etc. He gazes some minutes, sighs deeply, but at last speaks. Ph. The world moves not. I gaze upon the abyss, Look down into the black unfathomed vault Of Starland and behold—myself. The sea To give a sense of motion or of sound Washes the wall of this grey tower in vain ; 12

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1908 · PDF PAGE 61

Amphora

…hosts to work us ill. His demons bloat or deathly wan Sustain his will. More than day’s arrow doth affright The Fear that walketh in the night. Keep Thou our dreams ! Let holy words And angel voices breathing balm And sweetly-tuned celestial birds Uplift their psalm ! Our meditations on Thy grace Blend to the vision of Thy face. N 54

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1898 · PDF PAGE 88

Songs of the Spirit

At eve to make demur That I be minister To Cynthia maidenly : All night I have watched her sail through a black and silver sky. Within my soul there fight Two full and urgent streams, Work’s woe and dream’s delight : Like snow and sun they smite, Days battle hard with dreams : On a world of misty beauty the Aurora clearly beams. So labour fought with pride, And love with idleness, My soul was torn and tried With the impassioned tide Of storm and deathly stress— I had never dreamed a lily should arise amid the press. Yet such a flower sprang her…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 125

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…nderlies it. VAUGHAN. [Durning to the young man.] ND you—what are you doing here? Excuse my rudeness—you seem so sad. PERCY. I am sad to-night. I am very lonely in this place. VAUGHAN. There are plenty of people about. PERCY. People—mere shells, husks of the golden wheat that might grow even here. VAUGHAN. Why do you stay here?

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