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…s wonder and bards melody ! ARCHAIS Cold is the kiss of the stars to the sea, The kiss of the earth to the orient grey That heralds the day ; Warmer the kiss of a love that is free As the wind of the sea, Quick and resurgent and splendid.
THE THIRTEENTH DAY “ If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned.” Cymbeline. In the dim porchway where the sea’s deep boom Under our very feet made ceaseless song, We sate, remote, the lone lanai along, Sequestered from the young moon in the gloom Of early even : then the tender bloom Shone on her cheek and deepened as the strong Arms gathered round her, more than shame or wrong, And the soft question murmured “ Love you—whom ?” The deepening rose ; the heart’s pulse quickening ; The fear ; the increasing ecstasy of this— A little cl…
… at heart. JASON. To Corinth! MEDEA. Creon bears The name of favourable to suppliants. ACASTUS. How virtue tames these tameless ones! To-day I am indeed a man. MEDEA. Thou brainless boy! Thus, thus, and thus I smite thee on the cheek— Thus, thus I spit upon thy face. Out, dog! 19
… perfect order, in case our S.H. Frater wants to dictate.” Bones. Just so; and if Brother Bowley goes on lying, our S.H. Frater will one day strike the A key and find a B on the paper. Then he will probably say: Damn the machine l—and do it. Bowley. We are leaving exactitude and wallowing in analogy. We have run up and down the planes till we are less like Exempt Adepti than monkeys on sticks; we Bones. We had better go to bed.
…hantoms crawl. Breathless with foolish haste they jog And jostle, all for naught! They scrawl Vain things all night that they disown Ere day. They call and bawl and squall Hoarse cries; they moan, they groan. A stone Hath better sense! And these among A cabbage-headed god they own, With wandering eye and jabbering tongue. He, rotting in that grimy sewer And charnel-house of death and dung, Shrieks : “ How the air is sweet and pure! Give me the entrails of a frog And I will teach thee! Lo! the lure F 81
…hantoms crawl. Breathless with foolish haste they jog And jostle, all for naught! They scrawl Vain things all night that they disown Ere day. They call and bawl and squall Hoarse cries; they moan, they groan. A stone Hath better sense! And these among A cabbage-headed god they own, With wandering eye and jabbering tongue. He, rotting in that grimy sewer And charnel-house of death and dung, Shrieks : “ How the air is sweet and pure! Give me the entrails of a frog And I will teach thee! Lo! the lure F 81
…o thy lament, The ululation of that wolfish stress ; And I am sent To heal thy loneliness. MIRIAM Ah ! thou art not as he that saw me To-day. Thou art comelier than he, And softly mayest thou draw me From this perplexity. But hast thou — hast thou such a thing of fear (Like an old giant’s knotty spear) As he ? Thou dost not laugh and leer As he did. No ! I will not show my face She drops her veil. Stand back, stand back a space ! She advances toward him.
THE TWENTY-SECOND DAY “ I’ll have her : but I will not keep her long.” Richard III It was impossible that she should come Over the leagues of summer-coloured sea Alone with love and laughter and tears and me To the toy land of the chrysanthemum, Where all the flowers lack scent, the birds are dumb, The fruits are tasteless : where the jewelled lea And the many-leavéd greenery Is dwarf : French gem-work on a baby’s thumb. The Yankee God frowned also on the plan. We had enough, no more. But I insist, Still thinking I was master of my heart : Sayi…
THE FORTY-FIFTH DAY “ Peace, fool ! I have not done.” Troilus and Cressida. Thou knowest, O love, how tired our bodies grow Forgotten in quick converse, love to love ; How the flame flickers of the ghost above, The spirit’s kiss ; the sleepless to-and-fro Movement of love’s desire too strong to know Or care for that it takes its substance of— As if life’s burden were not drear enough Or death’s deliverance not so far and slow. Our bodies almost perish, with one thought Crowned and completed, consecrate and shrined : A perfect temple of fine amb…
Most virginally sprung In the shadow of light, Eternally young, A magical sight, Wandering among Day, twilight, and night, As a bride in her chamber that dreams many visions of varied delight. O how shall my lyre Divide thee, dispart Thy water and fire, Thy soul and thy heart, Thy hills that spring higher, Thy flowers that upstart, How quire thee, my limitless love, with a lewd and a limited art? A fortress, a sphere, An arrow of flame; Let thy children appear At the sound of thy name! In my silence uprear The sweet guerdon of shame! Be they ch…
…v Sir PALAMEDE the Saracen Hath cast his sword and arms aside. To save the world of goodly men, He sets his teeth to ride—to ride! Three days: the black horse drops and dies. The trappings furnish them a fire, The beast a meal. With dreadful eyes Stare into death the child, the sire. Six days : the gaunt and gallant knight Sees hateful visions in the day. Where are the antient speed and might Were wont to animate that clay? Nine days; they stumble on; no more His strength avails to bear the child. Still hangs the mist, and still before Yawns th…
…owards the dawn, From the light they filed ; But she laughed with joy new - born , " Is this life ? ” she said . There was labour of the day , Dust upon her feet , Scorching of the shadeless way , Clamour of the street ; All a human want and pain , Laughter fraught with tears ; Toil , when toil we know is vain , Hope , when hopes are fears ; 159
…not do it in advance! So let the accidental fact That these are women, fall away To black oblivion: be the pact Concluded firm enough to-day, Not thus to err. So you are not In essence or in function one With these, the unpardonable blot On knighthood’s shield, the sombre spot Seen on the photosphere of sun. XXIII. ‘*Nay! that were nothing,” say you now, Poor baby of the weary brow, Struggling with metaphysic lore? “* But these, being women, gave you more: 3 $ You spoke of love!” Indeed I did, And you must counter me unbid, Forgetting how we mu…
… a Warwickshire Higginbotham I could devise no means of getting into touch with him. He must, however, have divined my wishes; for, one day after he had been about a month upon the is- land (I had been there seven months myself) he stum- bled and fell as if struck by the sun at a moment when I was close to him. And as he lay upon the ground he managed to pinch my ankle three times. I caught his glancehe hinted rather than gave me the sign of rec- ognition of the fraternity of Freemasons. Are you a Ma- son? I am Past Provincial Deputy Grand …
…thou givest not thy sap; thou fallest not. 6. Only in the end shalt thou give up thy sap when the great God F.I.A.T. is enthroned on the day of Be-With-Us. 7. For two things are done and a third thing is begun. Isis and Osiris are given over to incest and adultery. Horus leaps up thrice armed from the womb of his mother. Harpocrates his twin is hidden within him. SET is his holy covenant, that he shall display in the great day of M.A.A.T., that is being interpreted the Master of the Temple of A .\ A whose name is Truth. 8. Now in this is the ma…
…er through the wheat ! I love not life oermuch ; since loving thee My dreams are sweet. Sing, little bird, it is dawn ; Chant, with the day the woods ring ; Now in the blush of the morn Sing ! Love doth enchain me and cling, Love, of the breeze that is born, Love, with the breeze that takes wing,
…. But see, I am impatient to be gone ! Your horse—that favour I shall not forget. Nor linger to repay. Good morrow then ! Good sport all day ! Landgrave. God speed thee, Tannhauser. [£xti Tannhauser. Am I still dreaming ? It was surely he But such an one, compact of suffering, Of joy, of love, of pity, of despair ; Half senseless, half too subtle for my sense. Wolfram. He has passed through some unimagined test, Or undergone some sorrow. Leave it so ! I saw high grief upon him, and new love ! 90
THE FIRST DAY “ Who ever loved that loved not at first sight ? ” As You Like It. The waving surf shone from the Peaceful Sea. Young palms embowered the house where Beauty sate Still but exultant, silent but elate In its own happiness and majesty Of a mild soul unstirred by rivalry Of any life beyond its own sweet state. I looked around me, wondered whether Fate Had found at last a woman’s love for me. I had no hope : she was so grave and calm, So shining with the dew-light of her soul, So beautiful beyond a woman’s share. Yet—here ! Soft airs, …
THE FOURTH DAY “ Amen, if you love her ; for the lady is very well worthy.” Much Ado about Nothing. I took another way to shield my love. I turned my thoughts to the abyss of sky, Pierced the frail veil, and sought Eternity ; Where the Gods reign most passionless above All foolish loves of men, and weary of The slow procession of Earth’s mystery ; Where worlds, not men, are born and live and die, And aeons flit unnoticed as a dove. Thither I fled, busied myself with these ; When—lo ! I saw her shadow following ! In every cosmic season-tide of s…
THE SEVENTH DAY “ This word ‘ love,’ which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another And not in me : I am myself alone.” 3 Henry VI. Therefore I burnt the wicked pantacle, And cast my love behind me once again. I mused upon the mystery of pain, Where the Gods taught me by another spell Not chosen from the armoury of Hell, But given of Mercury to cleanse the stain Of the old planet : thus I wrote me plain Secrets divine—tremendous, terrible ! Thus I forgot my soul and dwelt alone In the strong fortress of the active mind Whose …