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Page 29 of 1961930 · PDF PAGE 51
…store of women and spices; ye shall wear rich jewels; ye shall exceed the nations of the earth in splendour and pride; but always in the love of me, and so shall ye corne to my joy. I charge you earnestly to corne before me in a single robe, and covered with a rich headdress. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am ail pleasure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: corne unto me! To me! To me! Sing the rapturous love-song u…
1901 · PDF PAGE 117
…t of mortal happiness Is born of madness and of impotence; A miserable and distorted sense, Defiant in its hatred of success. Even where love’s banners flame, and flowers bless The happy head ; all faith and hope immense Fly, for possession dwells supreme, intense ; And to possess is only—to possess. But, as the night draws snailwise to its end, And sleep invades the obstinate desire, And lovers sigh—but not for kisses’ sake— There comes this misery, as half awake I watch the embers of my passion-fire, And see love dwindled in my—call her frien…
1902 · PDF PAGE 70
… lig^ht and livinar ! I will win. He must have banished Her—and dreams of me. Tannhauser {in sleep). Elizabeth ! Venus. His far-off baby-love ! I triunipli, then ! The Goddess hatli withdrawn. His mind works back to childhood, babydom, Will grow to manhood and remember me. Tannhauser {awaking, leaps to his feet). Freedom! Elizabeth! All hail to Her ! Radiant Goddess ! Liberty and love ! Venus. What sayest thou ? Curse Her ! Tannhauser. My Elizabeth! 68
1909 · PDF PAGE 141
THE LOST SHEPHERD I SHE walks among the starry ways, A crimson full-blown rose; Her heart bears all the yesterdays That love from love-dawn knows ; Her sunny feet are shod in gold, She swings a censer rare and old— Her heart the censer that she sways, Our Lady of the Snows. II I passed the morning she was born Within the heart of day ; A shepherd with a twisted horn I met upon the way. The straying sheep that autumn-tide Had wandered by the river-side; And so I spent that gladsome morn, And so I said my say. 131
1909 · PDF PAGE 141
THE LOST SHEPHERD I SHE walks among the starry ways, A crimson full-blown rose; Her heart bears all the yesterdays That love from love-dawn knows ; Her sunny feet are shod in gold, She swings a censer rare and old— Her heart the censer that she sways, Our Lady of the Snows. II I passed the morning she was born Within the heart of day ; A shepherd with a twisted horn I met upon the way. The straying sheep that autumn-tide Had wandered by the river-side; And so I spent that gladsome morn, And so I said my say. 131
1996 · PDF PAGE 285
…e. All questions of the Law are to be decided only by appeal to my writings, each for himself. There is no law beyond Do what thou wilt. Love is the law, love under will. The priest of the princes, 284
1907 · PDF PAGE 87
…ave him in his dank drain , for we need him not , neither his opinions . There is a great lesson embodied in this poem . The lesson that Love is only worthy its hallowed name , when free ; that it is only worth having when freely given , and worth keeping when freely held , without bond or writ . This freedom we find in the very first sonnet : Against the fiat of that God discrowned , Unseated by Man's Justice , and replaced By Law most bountiful and maiden - faced And Mother - minded : passing the low bound Of Man's poor law we leapt at last a…
1961 · PDF PAGE 123
THE BOOK OF WISDOM OR FOLLY 111 Dz De Viris Magnanimis, Amore Præclarissimis (Of Great Men, most Distinguished in Love) NOW that in the Mind of Man is much Wisdom that is hidden, being the Treasure of his Sire that he inheriteth. Thus, night all of his moral Nature is unknown to him until his Puberty; that is, this Nature pertaineth not unto the Recording and Judging Apparatus of his Brain until it is put herein by the Stirring of that deeper Nature within him. Thou wilt mark also that great Men are commonly great Lovers; and this is in Part al…
1910 · PDF PAGE 100
THE RED STAR. 47 ALEXANDER He was softer than a dove ; He was made for human love. I have given him for food To the lusty panic rood, And the obscure brotherhood. IST NYMPH So the doves of men begotten Shall be plucked, and bruised, and rotten. 2ND NYMPH So shall full-fed brothel-knaves Kick them to indecent graves In the name of the sweet Dove That is God — for God is Love. ALEXANDER See ye naught but cruelty In the infinite To-Be ? Look you, I have seen a star Threatening pestilence or war In the vault that hangs — a splash Like a scar.
1907 · PDF PAGE 73
LOVE-SONGS 67 XXVI. WHEN the wearily falling blossom of mid- night Stirs the face of a sleeper, Mother of Sorrow ! Look thou down in the dawn of heavier dewfall. Tears of widow despair, O mutely lamenting Crouched in heavenly bowers over the carven Gateway’s ivory flower, tears of revival Fall, oh fall, to the black abodes of the lonely. I await, I await, I sing not for sorrow, Train the fugitive lights of music across me, Seek by force to avail me, vainly attempting Song with feather detested, agony futile: Ply these piteous exercises of cunni…
1906 · PDF PAGE 115
… all fire, We have the Races and the Games, The song, the chisel, and the lyre ; We have the altar, we the shrine, . And ours the joy of love and wine. Why take one pleasure, put aside The myriad bliss of life diverse? Unchanging joy will soon divide Into the likeness of a curse. Have we no maidens, slender, strong, Daughters of tender-throated song? I swear by Aphrodite’s eyes Our Grecian maids are fairer far ! What love as sweet as theirs is lies In Sun or planet, moon or star? What nymphs as sweet as ours are dwell By foreign grove and alien…
1904 · PDF PAGE 68
…row’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 body-guardians of the Golden Fleece!
1909 · PDF PAGE 71
Lola! now look me straight between the eyes. Our fate is come upon us. Tell me now Love still shall arbitrate our destinies, And joy inform the swart Plutonic brow. Behold ! the doom foreseen, the doom embraced, Fastens its fang; the gods of death and birth Make friends to slay us, Pilate interlaced With Herod in obscene and murderous mirth. Lola! come close! confront them! Let us read The book once sealed, now open to our gaze! -Avenge our love and vindicate our breed With courage to the ending of the days. Since fall we must, 0 arm ourselves …
1901 · PDF PAGE 75
…end, Gives thee his sword to keep thee—Gereth, kneel ! “ I dub thee Earl ; arise ! ” And then there rings The queen’s voice : “ Shall my love not match the king’s ? Here, from my finger drawn, this gem of power Shall guard thee in some unimagined hour. It hath strange virtue over mortal things. I freely give it for thy stirrup’s dower. ” I left the presence. Now the buffeting wind Gladdens my face—I leave the court behind. Am I Stark mad ? My face grows grim and grave ; I see—O Mary Mother, speak and save ! I stare and stare until mine eyes are…
1904 · PDF PAGE 69
… goddess blooded to the human, Artemis rosy like Hippolyta ! Ay, my lord, were it true, your liar’s lore, (Oh blasphemy !) were my young love an whore, An hag of sixty ; I were greater so. He who doth know And fears and hates, Is not as he who cares not, but creates A royal crown from an old bonnet string, A maiden from a strumpet : that is to be like God, Who from all chaos, from the husks of matter, Crusts shed off putrefaction, shakes a wing And flies ; bids flowers spring from the dull black sod, Is not the scientist to shatter Beauty by di…
1961 · PDF PAGE 151
…r they, restricting themselves, and being divided in Will, are indeed the Servants of Sin, and they suffer, because, not being united in Love with the whole Universe, they perceive not Beauty, but Ugliness and Deformity, and, not being united in Under- standing thereof, conceive only of Darkness and Confusion, beholding Evil therein. Thus at last they come, as did the Manichæans, to find, to their Terror, a Division even in the one, not that Division which we know for the Craft of Love, but a Division of Hate. And this, multiplying itself, Conf…
1899 · PDF PAGE 87
…ns arms are extended ! Semi-Chorus of Men Rejoicing, inarticulate with pleasure, Joy streams a comet in the strong control Of the suns love ; weave, weave the eager measure, Fill the seas brim from pleasures foaming bowl ! Semi-Chorus of Women Weave, weave the dance ; the stars are not your goal. Freed slaves of Fortune, loves your only treasure.
1904 · PDF PAGE 97
THE CHEMIST’S LOVE-SONG My love’s deep purple wondrous eyes Would melt a saint, howe’er obdurate ; Their gorgeous colour even vies With cuprammonium cyanurate. As beauteous as the acetate Of tri-methyl-ros-aniline, Or ferric chloride made to mate With di-hydroxy-toluene. Her hair the gorgeous golden hue That is so marked in isatin, Or the sulphonic acid, too, Of naphthol-diazo-benzene. Her cheeks approach the lovely shade Of tetra-brom-fluorescein, Or that of alkalies displayed On exquisite phenol-phthalein. And my desire for her is more Than t…
1910 · PDF PAGE 33
…xile from humankind ! The snows fresh flakes Are warmer than mens hearts. My mind is wrought Into dark shapes of solitary thought That loves and sympathises, but awakes No answering love or pity. What a pang Hath this strange solitude to aggravate The self-abasement and the blows of Fate ! No snake of hell that so severe a fang ! I am not lower than all menI feel Too keenly. Yet my place is not above, Though I have thisunalterable Love In every fibre. I am crucified Apart on a long burning crag of steel, Tortured, cast out ; and yetI shall…
1912 · PDF PAGE 18
…ld stir Your melancholy but laughter? Crassus. Look, before us Light streams, a tremulous chorus. Oh, it is vague and vacillatin; Aucta. Love, ‘Young love of maidens, is the soul thereof. And in the midst, behold, O man! The image of great Pan. at