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Page 3 of 1961913 · PDF PAGE 227
ROSA IGNOTA O love, my love; I make my songs while waiting, My lips in missing thine but idly prating. (vy) For all the glowing panoply of earth The wingéd god must stand responsible; The mavis’ song, the roses’ scent, the mirth Of spring, the spirit’s passion, aping hell. So I, knowing my love, am girded round With all the armour of the wanton spring And her pagan festivals; the swelling ground, The ripe blue sky, the ever-moving wing Of birth, have lent me glamour of desire, And I will go as a god, to mould afresh With my most inner and super…
1913 · PDF PAGE 227
ROSA IGNOTA O love, my love; I make my songs while waiting, My lips in missing thine but idly prating. (vy) For all the glowing panoply of earth The wingéd god must stand responsible; The mavis’ song, the roses’ scent, the mirth Of spring, the spirit’s passion, aping hell. So I, knowing my love, am girded round With all the armour of the wanton spring And her pagan festivals; the swelling ground, The ripe blue sky, the ever-moving wing Of birth, have lent me glamour of desire, And I will go as a god, to mould afresh With my most inner and super…
1905 · PDF PAGE 150
That wave of love, that sole exultant splendour Throned o’er all being, supreme, A single-shining beam Burning with love, unutterably tender. Ah! the calm wave retires. Down all the fearful fires Go thundering to darkness, so dissever Their being from pure being, that the river Of love is waveless now, and is pure love for ever. Then, mightier than all birth of stars or suns, Breaks the vast flood and trembles in its tide. Serene and splendid shine the mystic ones, Exult, appal, reiterate, abide. Timid and fleet the earth Comes rushing back to …
1913 · PDF PAGE 29
KE@AAH I THE STAG-BEETLE The birth of individuality is ecstasy; so also is its death. In love the individuality is slain; who loves not love? Love death therefore, and long eagerly for it. Die Daily.
1907 · PDF PAGE 67
LOVE-SONGS 61 ‘*From Wastdale Head to Kirkstone Pass There’s ne’er a lass like Kate : ’— The gentle child looked up and smiled And kissed me frank and straight. The night was dark, the stars were few :— Should love need moon or star? Let him decide who wins a bride The peer of Katie Carr. X. NORAH. NorAH, my wee shy child of wonderment, You are sweeter than a swallow-song at dusk ! You are braver than a lark that soars and tfills His lofty laughter of love to a hundred hills ! You lie like a sweet nut within the husk Of my big arms ; and utterm…
1907 · PDF PAGE 59
52 THE STAR IN THE WEST greater than wisdom , greater than the power of the Gods themselves ; for they too must worship at the shrine of Love , the shrine of the great World Mother , the mystic Isis , goddess of beauty , mother of love , queen of laughter , mistress of pleasure . “ I am all that has been , that shall be, and none among mortals has hitherto taken off my veil.” Innocent friendship or platonic love can never be a success where the rapture of a kiss is burning on the lips of two lovers ; the first spells ignorance and the second fa…
1919 · PDF PAGE 55
… LAW OF LIBERTY mere Marian or Melusine; she is Nuit Herself, specially concentrated and incarnated in a human form to give you infinite love, to bid you taste even on earth the Elixir of Im- mortality. “But ecstasy be mine and joy on earth; ever To me! To me!” Again She speaks: “Love is the law, love under will.” Keep pure your highest ideal; strive ever toward it without allowing aught to stop you or turn you aside, even as a star sweeps upon its incalculable and infinite course of glory, and all is Love. The Law of your being becomes Light, …
1903 · PDF PAGE 55
Bowered in the lake of nenuphars, Watched by the countless store of stars, The abiding love you bear me. Hear How perfect love casts flying fear Forth from its chambers! Those and this Are utterly apart. The bliss Of this small quarrel far exceeds That dervish rapture, dancer deeds Strained for egregious emphasis. These touch you not! You sit alone Passionless upon passion’s throne, And there is love. Look not below, Lest aught disturb the silver flow Of harmonies of love! Awake! Awake for love’s own solar sake! Diverse devotion we divide From …
1904 · PDF PAGE 43
WHY JESUS WEPT 29 To have him. Damn them ! Are they cock and hen To make this cackling over their affairs ? Muck ! Muck ! SIR PERCY. I love you so, dear heart, dear love. MOLLY. Oh yes, I love you ! Percy ! SIR PERCY. Molly ! Molly ! MOLLY. Dear boy, how I love you ! SIR PERCY. And I you, sweetheart. MOLLY. Good-bye, then ! SIR PERCY. Good-bye ! Good-bye ! At moonrise. MOLLY. At my door. ANGELA. Better write it down, and then you won’t forget.
1919 · PDF PAGE 408
THE EQUINOX 12. 1. DANA, the key of charity and love immortal. 2. SHILA, the key of Harmony in word and act, that counterbalances the cause and the effect, and leaves no further room for Karmic action. 3. KSHANTI, patience sweet, that nought can ruffle. 4. VAIRAGYA, indifference to pleasure and to pain, illusion conquered, truth alone perceived. 5. VIRYA, the dauntless energy that fights its way to the supernal TRUTH, out of the mire of lies terrestrial. 6. DHYANA, whose golden gate once opened leads the Narjol toward the realm of Sat eternal a…
1906 · PDF PAGE 81
…Hating the earth, the sea, the witchery Of all the universe : my breast I bared And cursed God, hoping lightning; and I dared Not ask my love ‘‘In very truth—you |" die !” I could not bear it longer; then she spake: ‘“‘T lied indeed, love, for mine honour’s sake,” And I reproached her for her love’s dis- | trust, - Saying ‘‘I would not so in any wise Have lowered love unto the level of lust But now—” I hid my thought in tears and sighs. THE TWENTY-FIFTH DAY. ‘‘T am in health, I breathe, and see thee ill.”’ Richard Il, ALIGE was desperately ill …
1898 · PDF PAGE 83
…the threshold past ; I am within the palace I have prayed At last. Like scudding winds, when skies are overcast, Came the soft breath of Love, that might not fade. O Love, whose magic whispers bind me fast, O Love, who hast the kiss of Love betrayed, Hide my poor blush beneath thy pinions vast, Since thou hast come, nor left me more a maid, At last.
1996 · PDF PAGE 73
74 The Law is for All accepted Love as the meaning of Change, Change being the Life of all Matter soever in the Universe. And we have accepted Love as the mode of Motion of the Will to Change. To us every act, as implying Change, is an act of Love. Life is a dance of delight, its rhythm an infinite rapture that never can weary or stale. Our personal pleasure in it is derived not only from our own part in it, but from our conscious apprehension of its total perfections. We study its structure, we expand ourselves as we lose ourselves in understa…
1903 · PDF PAGE 60
No science, for I love the fair ; No wedlock, for I love the kiss ; No scalpel, for I love the nude. And we await the deep event, Whate’er it be, in solitude ; Silent, with ecstasy bedewed ; Content, as Rodin is content. 58
1928 · PDF PAGE 11
THE STRANGER WHOM do you love best, man of enigmas? Tell us:Your father, your mother, your sister, or your brother? I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother. Your friends? There you employ a word whose sense I have never understood. Your country? I do not know its latitude. Beauty? I would love it willingly, Goddess and Immortal. Gold? I hate is as you hate God. Ah, what then do you love, strange man? I love the clouds . . . . the clouds that float . . . down there . . . the marvellous clouds.
1902 · PDF PAGE 49
…s sweet abandonment of self— Come, with this kiss I seal thy loyal oath To spit upon her ! Tannhauser. Ah, you murder me ! [Sings. Come, love, and kiss my shoulders ! Sleepy lies The tinted bosom whence its fire flies, The breathing life of thee, and swoons, and sighs, And dies ! None but the dead can know the worth of love ! Come, love, thy bosom to my heart recalls Strange festivals and subtle funerals. Soft passion rises in the amber walls. And falls ! None but the dead can breathe the life of love ! Come, love, thy lips, curved hollow as th…
1909 · PDF PAGE 48
IV Spit in my face! I love you. Clench your fists And beat me! Still, | love you. Let your eyes Like fiery opals or mad amethysts Curse me! I love you. Let your anger rise cAnd with your teeth tear bleeding bits of flesh Out of my body — kill me if you can! T love you. I will have you fair and fresh, A maenad maiden maddening for a man. Ay ! you shall weary in the erotic craving ! Pil have you panting —aching to the marrow — Exhausted, but a maiden (Lesbia raving : " Catullus brings a song and not a sparrow "’) Famished with love, fed full with…
1907 · PDF PAGE 51
… The mystery that is emptiness of air Purpose and power. What blossom do they bear? Stability and strength inform—what soul? Turn to me, love! the banks of air are soft. We are so safe; so happy we: Turn to me, love! the skies are blue, Our love can never falter; fate can never close Fleeced with the clouds that hang aloft, Hard on the flower of land and sea. Buds that may blossom into dew. Lift, O rose petals of my rose, Toward me, rest, dream on, we are here, we love. Turn to me, love! lie close and breathe There 18 no shadow above, The smoot…
1904 · PDF PAGE 61
HUT V. HOTEL I LOVE the birds that swell Their songs of divers flutes ; But I hate the new hotel And all its civilised brutes. I love the streams that pour With loud melodious throat ; But I hate the ill-bred roar Of the evening table d’héte. I love the mountains proud That throng on their thrones of snow; But I hate the snobbish crowd That throng in the hole below. I love in the hut to dwell, With its maze of mountain routes ; But I hate the new hotel, And all its civilised brutes. 49
1899 · PDF PAGE 22
… now her timid eyes So tender with the lifted lashes rise To meet his gaze. He spoke : Have pity on me Who wronged thee for my perfect love of thee, My perfect love, O love ! for strange and dread Delights consume me ; I am as one dead Beating at Heavens gate with nerveless wing, Wailing because the song the immortals sing Is so fast barred behind the iron sky. Speak but thine anger quickly ; let me die ! But I forgive thee, thou art good and kind. O love ! O love ! O mistress of my mind, You love me ! Nay, I was a while afraid, …