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… ears, So that despair is fain to flee, and fear Cowers far away amid the shades of even. “ Hope, ” is thy whisper, “ hope, and trust in Night ; My realm is the eternal, and my power The absolute. My child, gird on thy strength ; Clothe limbs with lustiness, and mind with might, That, communing with me, though for an hour, Thou mayest conquer when day comes at length.” 20
…tals. CHORUS. Here is home at last. ORPHEUS. The sunset comes: the mist is lifted now To let the last kiss of the daylight fall Once ere night whisper “Sleep!” K
…eable river, And race the rhythm of laughter to its home In the heart of the woman, and evoke the light Of love out of the fiery womb of night !
… warmly white, Till velvet shod, unseen, the wizard hours Hold thus their elfin court amid the flowers, That wake to wingéd music of the night. And silken sighs scarce stir the amorous bowers Where ’passioned sleep his poppy garland showers, In dreams which mock the hastening moments’ flight. Up soars the moon, and higher still and higher The dancers leap to catch some fairy fire To steal and ’prison in the glow-worm’s tail, For pixie torches should the starlight fail; Reflecting gems which deck the elfin choir, Melting like snowflakes at the d…
… warmly white, Till velvet shod, unseen, the wizard hours Hold thus their elfin court amid the flowers, That wake to wingéd music of the night. And silken sighs scarce stir the amorous bowers Where ’passioned sleep his poppy garland showers, In dreams which mock the hastening moments’ flight. Up soars the moon, and higher still and higher The dancers leap to catch some fairy fire To steal and ’prison in the glow-worm’s tail, For pixie torches should the starlight fail; Reflecting gems which deck the elfin choir, Melting like snowflakes at the d…
…f day, Are everywhere On the secret way: Under the hill The clamouring gnomes, For a moment still In their darkened homes, Hear the deep night,
… way As a weary bird Lingers in space. O molten air! O dying grace! O dream most rare! O fire most fair! The waves that wander Under the night, As stars that ponder The birth of light, Lift their crests To the flash of fire, And in their breasts There is born desire
…f day, Are everywhere On the secret way: Under the hill The clamouring gnomes, For a moment still In their darkened homes, Hear the deep night,
… way As a weary bird Lingers in space. O molten air! O dying grace! O dream most rare! O fire most fair! The waves that wander Under the night, As stars that ponder The birth of light, Lift their crests To the flash of fire, And in their breasts There is born desire
… the sign of Apophis and Typhon. I am the snake that devoureth the spirit of man with the lust of light. I am the sightless storm in the night that wrappeth the world about with desolation. Chaos is my name, and thick darkness. Know thou that the darkness of the earth is ruddy, and the darkness of the air is grey, but the darkness of the soul is utter blackness. The egg of the spirit is a basilisk egg, and the gates of the understanding are fifty, that is the sign of the Scorpion. The pillars about the neophyte are crowned with flame, and the v…
…he sang full-throated, with a male quality in her voice. Her beauty was so radiant that my mind ran to the breaking of dawn after a long night flight. “In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly, but westward, look! the land is bright!” As if in answer to my thought, her voice rolled forth again :— “QO Thou golden wine of the sun, that art poured over the dark breasts of night! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I AO!” The first part of the adoration was in a sort of Gregorian chant varying with the cadence of the words. But the chorus always came…
…old are seen of the seeing. Also I have a secret glory for them that love me. 61. But to love me is better than all things: if under the night-stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the Serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all; but whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gather goods and store of women and spices; ye shall wear rich jewels; ye shall exceed the nations of the …
…old are seen of the seeing. Also I have a secret glory for them that love me. 61. But to love me is better than all things: if under the night-stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the Serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all; but whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gather goods and store of women and spices; ye shall wear rich jewels; ye shall exceed the nations of the …
…s, And found out Paradise in Hell’s despite.” I heard them laugh, the Harpies and the Hates . . . Then fell, like death, the intolerable night. 31
The night’s unquiet psalm That wanders all too trembling up, and quivers as a flower. The wise man opens wide His casement, as a bride Flings her bright arms to meet her spouse home- ward who hasteneth ; He trims his lamp, and brings The books of many kings To spread their holy wings About his head, and sing to him the secret ways of death. His eyes are fixed, he sees Men dimly, like to trees Walking, and guesses they must be the angels of the Lord ; His hand is strong to hold The talent of fine gold, The wand so clean and cold ; His altar has …
…e and jobber sit and gloom, grown grey For hating of each other; the hours hang. But where cliffs tremble, and the wind and sea Clamour, night thunders from the roaring West; I worship in the storm, and fires flee From my gripped lightnings and my burning crest ; And when my voice rolls, master of the weather, A thousand mighty angels cry together! BRIGHTON, January 1899.
…h: I burn To live that later lives may learn. XIV. Simple to say; to do complex! That we this higher type of man May surely generate, o’ nights Our lesser brains we vainly vex. Our knowledge lacks; we miss the plan. Fools hope our luck will set to rights Our skill that ’s baulked. Yet now we know At least the way we wish to go. XV. This task assume! Colossal mind And toil transcending, concentrate Not on the metaphysic wild; Not on the deserts vast and blind Of dark Religion; not on Fate, The barren ocean; but the Child Shows us a beacon in the…
…l A mossy mound where dainty grains Of gilded corn their beauty spill To tempt the quarry to the range Of Palamede his archer skill. All night he sits, with ardour strange And hope new-fledged. A gambler born Aye thinks the luck one day must change, Though sense and skill he laughs to scorn. So now there rush a thousand rats In sable silence on the corn. They sport their square or shovel hats, A squeaking, tooth-bare brotherhood, Innumerable as summer gnats 43
…l A mossy mound where dainty grains Of gilded corn their beauty spill To tempt the quarry to the range Of Palamede his archer skill. All night he sits, with ardour strange And hope new-fledged. A gambler born Aye thinks the luck one day must change, Though sense and skill he laughs to scorn. So now there rush a thousand rats In sable silence on the corn. They sport their square or shovel hats, A squeaking, tooth-bare brotherhood, Innumerable as summer gnats 43
… sheer In one deliberate sweep Of startling light All that man holdeth dear. From the sun’s high steep to the great deep Of unimaginable night To dive — I dive. Lord, now ! Pan ! Pan ! Accept the supreme vow ! The man Shall be no more a man — Stay ! who are these ?