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…f your hair , The ivory of your white hands , And I will sign a truce and swear To pillage no man 's lands. Give me the tempests of your love , The love -dark lightning of your smile , And I will seek no treasure -trove Buried in South Sea isle. The high seas of your heart shall be A new , more splendid Spanish Main ; Thereon will I set sail : for me Not gold , but greater gain . 90
LIBER ALEPH VEL CXI 44 A% De Sapientia in re Sexuali (Of Wisdom in Sexual Matters) ONSIDER Love. Here is a Force destructive and corrupting where by many Men have been lost. Yet without Love Man were not Man. Therefore thine Uncle Richard Wagner made of our Doctrine a musical Fable, wherein we see Amfortas, who yielded himself to Seduction, wounded beyond Healing; Klingsor, who withdraw himself from a like Danger, cast out forever from the Mountain of Salvation; and Parsifal, who yielded not, able to exercise the true Power of Love, and thereby…
…Only a primrose, a violet laden With the pale perfume of dawn ; Only a snowdrop, my delicate maiden ; These have no thorn. Old-fashioned love, yet you feel it a fountain Springing for ever, most pure ; Old-fashioned love, yet as adamant mountain Solid and sure. Yes, tender thoughts on your lips will be breaking By-and-by into a smile ; Love, ere he springs up divine at his waking, Slumbers awhile. So, my kissed snowdrop, you took its white blossom Tenderly into your hand, Kissed it three times, wear it yet in your bosom— I understand. ODE TO PO…
…GRIS 131 FROM ORPHEUS The Regaining of Eurydice The magical task and the labour is ended ; The toils are unwoven, the battle is won ; My lover comes back to my arms, to the splendid Abyss of the air and abode of the sun. The sword be assuaged, and the bow be unbended ! The labour is past, and the victory won. The arrows of song through Hell cease to hurtle. Away to the passionate gardens of Greece, Where the thrush is awake, and the voice of the turtle Is soft in the amorous places of peace, And the tamarisk groves and the olive and myrtle Stir…
…olving in Time and in Space; but he is unmoved and within. [A fame. TYPHON. l. [TYPHON recites. Sweet, sweet are May and June, dear, The loves of lambent spring, Our lamp the drooping moon, dear, Our roof, the stars that sing ; The bed, of moss and roses; The night, as long as death! Still, breath! Life wakens and reposes, Love ever quickeneth! Sweet, sweet, when Lion and Maiden, The motley months of gold, Swoop down with sunlight laden, And eyes are bright and bold. Life-swelling breasts uncover Their warm involving deep— Love, sleep !— And lo…
…olving in Time and in Space; but he is unmoved and within. [A fame. TYPHON. l. [TYPHON recites. Sweet, sweet are May and June, dear, The loves of lambent spring, Our lamp the drooping moon, dear, Our roof, the stars that sing ; The bed, of moss and roses; The night, as long as death! Still, breath! Life wakens and reposes, Love ever quickeneth! Sweet, sweet, when Lion and Maiden, The motley months of gold, Swoop down with sunlight laden, And eyes are bright and bold. Life-swelling breasts uncover Their warm involving deep— Love, sleep !— And lo…
LETHE. We have forgotten all the days of fear, The nights of torment when the kiss expired, Lost upon lips with love not overtired, But fearing many things—the after year, The end, the man—O no, not him ! the tear, The children’s sorrow, and our own shame fired Not less in doing all that love desired : We have forgotten, surely—being here ! We have forgotten every shape of sorrow, Knowing no end to one night’s ecstasy In the night’s kiss from morning that we borrow, From the hard usurer, Eternity— Seeing we have it in our power to die Before th…
LA FORTUNE “¢ AIL, Tyche! From the Amalthean horn Pour forth the store of love! I lowly bend Before thee: I invoke thee at the end When other gods are fallen and put to scorn. Thy foot is to my lips; my sighs unborn Rise, touch and curl about thy heart; they spend Pitiful love. Lovelier pity, descend And bring me luck who am lonely and forlorn.” Fortune sits idle on her throne. The scent Of honeyed incense wreathes her lips with pleasure. For pure delight of luxury she turns, Smooth in her goddess rapture. So she spurns And crushes the pale sup…
…eet song that saith: “ Ah! through the grace of languor and the glow Of form steals sunset flaming on the snow! Darkness shall follow as love wakeneth In moonlight, and the flower, chaste love, now bloom First in the bosom, after in the tomb— Kiss me, O sister, kiss me down to death!” 60
Love is sore wounded by the dragon shame, O maiden o' mine! its life in jets of blocd Languidly ebbs. I see the gathering flame Aspire — expire. I see the evil flood Of time roll even and steady over it, Bearing our God to the accurst ravines; Bearing our God to the abysmal pit Whence never a God may rise. The wolfish queens Of earth have set their faces stern and sour Against us ; we are bidden to cease — to cease! Ha ! how eternity laughs down their hour, Dragoons their malice with its dominant peace. We are forbidden to love — as one who tri…
…he curse of God, and plague of Naples, rot you! For this white brute—one slit! [2e cuts the throat of Tu SWAN mith his dagger. ADELA, Oh love betrayed! O my dead beauty! Faugh! deceitful maid. Not Crassus found me out. Had I the wings Of my dead love—oh lovel_— Aticta. Why, wondrous thingst ADELA. ‘These nails shall serve. A servant! Crassus. She shall be My wife, damned witch, when I have done with thee! [THe SWAN dies. 42
…per moment we may be in perfect condition to fling ourselves up into the furnace of ecstasy which flames from the abyss of annihilation. Love is the law, love under will.
THE STAR AND THE GARTER Now you are angry? Be content! Not fee the assistant accident That shows our quarry—love—at bay? My silver-throated queen, away ! Huntress of heaven, by my side, As moon by meteor, rushing, ride ! Among the stars, ride on! ride on! (Then, maybe, bid the boy begone !) V. I Am a boy inthis. Alas! Look round on all the world of men ! The boys are oft of genus ‘‘ ass.” Think yourself lucky, lady, then, If I at least am boy. You laugh? Not you! Is this love’s epitaph, God’s worm erect on Herod’s throne? ‘* Ah, if I only had n…
…rit : and above Hangs Sin, vast vampire, the corrupt, that swings Her unredeeming wings Over the world, and flaps for lust of Death —and Love! Venus. This man was drained of music ! Five new songs Chase the three ancient to oblivion ! Oh ! Love is grown fury ! TannhAuser. Kill me! Venus. In the kiss. [ Tannhduser sleeps. 63
…ven on brass with predestined pen. This is the doom. Upon the blind blue sky A little cloud, no larger than an hand ! Whether I live and love, or love and die, I care not : either way I understand. To me—to live is Christ ; to die is gain : For I, I also, I shall come again. 24
III Is love indeed eternal ? Otherwise Is evolution an eternal plan ? Must I move upward in the stream of Man, God-ward : my life as Christ to sacrifice, As Buddha to repress : to grow so wise, Space, time shall lie within my finger-span ? I know not which I wish : either I can ; Not both, unless all meditation lies. I am not sure : if love as great as ours May not be God to part of us at least, Leaving the Rest to find its heights and powers In other spheres ; that, night’s enamoured priest ; This, on the lake the dewy lotus-flowers That lift …
FRANCIS BÉKÁSSY * A BOAT FOR LOVE. CIVE me but the boat, I say , U Sorrow never follows ; Fare you well ! I shall not stay : Winter's in the hollows . Where the wastes stretch far away, Blurred with rain , and blending, Or to -morrow or to-day Love shall have an ending . There the swans dash through the wave, On the water swinging ; I shall make my scallop rave With the tempest springing . I shall come before the snow ; I shall come a -courting To the hazy depths below , Shadows at their sporting . When the snow before the rout Drifts against m…
138 AMBERGRIS For brighter from age unto age The weary old world shall renew Its life at the lips of the sage, Its love at the lips of the dew. With kisses and tears The return of the years I sure as the starlight is true. Yet the drift of the stars is to beauty, To strength, and to infinite pleasure. The toil and the worship and duty Shall turn them to laughter and leisure. Were the world understood Ye would see it was good, A dance to a delicate measure. Ye fools, interweaving in passion The lyrical light of the mind ! Go on, in your drivelli…
188 MR TODD THOMAS. Mr. Delhomme would like to see you for a moment on urgent business. [The lovers exchange signals privately. EUPHEMIA. Show him up. THOMAS. Yes, miss. [THOMAS goes out. CARR. I will go and get a snack. Trust melove me EUPHEMIA. I willI do. [They embrace. CARR goes to the doorturns. CARR. Love metrust me. [EUPHEMIA flies to him, kisses him again, nods. EUPHEMIA. I willI doI love youI trust you. CARR. Sweetheart ! [they kiss, furtively, as if hearing footsteps.] So long ! [She retreats into the room, and blows him a …
…old and glamour of Life’s lotus, The flower that falls from this our stronger sight, We dwell, eternal shapes of shadowy light. Only the love on earth that shook and smote us Begets new stars—truth’s flowers fallen through night Beyond the gold and glamour of Life's lotus! Eternal bliss of Love in birthless bowers ! Light, the gemmed robes of Love! Life, lifted breath, Ageless existence deifying death ! Love, the sole flower beyond these lesser flowers !— In thee at last the live fruit quickeneth ? Eternal bliss of Love in birthless bowers ! Th…