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…og. Within its heart pale phantoms 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
1905 · PDF PAGE 262
…misery—begin The alluring mysteries of lust and sin ; Ends their delight !—and are they clear to sight ? Or mixed with death, compact of night ? Begin—the bitter tears of impotence, The sad permuted sense , Of this despair—what would you? and re- new The long soft warfare—the enchanted arms, , The silken body’s charms, The lips that murmur and the breasts that sting ; The eyes that sink so deep Beyond the steeps and avenues of sleep, And of their wonder bring No ultimation from the halls of night, The slippery staircase, and the Fatal Throne, T…
1906 · PDF PAGE 62
…. I stand on the mountain in wonder As the splendour springs up in the East, As the cloud banks are rended asunder, And the wings of the Night are released. As in travail a maiden demented, Afraid of the deed she hath done, By no man lamented, springs up the sweet- scented Pale flower of the sun. So change not the heights and the hollows ; The hollows are one with the heights In that pallid grave dawn of Apollo’s Confusion of shadows and lights. Unreal save to sense that can sense her That maiden of sunrise refills The air’s grey censer with pe…
1906 · PDF PAGE 110
104 THE ARGONAUTS CHORUS. In sooth, I have no fear at all—to flee. JASON. Night, likea mist, steals softly from the Kast. The hand of darkness gathers up the folds Of day’s gold garment, and the valleys sink Into slow sadness, though the hills retain That brilliance for a little. CHORUS. Let us go! Methinks that under cover of the night I may escape Aeetes. JASON. If he chase, Our Argo is not battered by rough winds So far but what some fight were possible. MEDEA. [Leads forward ABSYRTUS.] I know a better way than that, my lord. This boy shall …
1910 · PDF PAGE 70
…rt from our- selves. Such a dilemma as this does not take long to induce one of those periods of “spiritual dryness,” one of those “dark nights of the soul” so familiar to all mystics and even to mere students of mysticism. And such a night seems to have closed around YAjfiavalkhya when he exclaimed: After death there is no consciousness. For where there is as it were a duality, there one sees the other, smells, hears, addresses, comprehends, and knows the other; but when everything has become to him his own self, how should he smell, see, hear…
1910 · PDF PAGE 70
…rt from our- selves. Such a dilemma as this does not take long to induce one of those periods of “spiritual dryness,” one of those “dark nights of the soul” so familiar to all mystics and even to mere students of mysticism. And such a night seems to have closed around YAjfiavalkhya when he exclaimed: After death there is no consciousness. For where there is as it were a duality, there one sees the other, smells, hears, addresses, comprehends, and knows the other; but when everything has become to him his own self, how should he smell, see, hear…
1903 · PDF PAGE 91
…k such bitter bloom, rooted in fear, Salt with the scurf of some diseaséd sea, Foul with the curse of God : that we are here, Hating the night’s inexorable hours. 71
1905 · PDF PAGE 116
…led ears what Voice rings the decree ? “ For thee the women burn : the wine is cool : For thee the fresco and the fruit—thou fool ! This night thy soul shall be required of thee ! ” III
1906 · PDF PAGE 65
… no more. So we, Since hope must be, Look to the future, to the chance minute That life may shoot Some flower at least to blossom in the night, Since vital light Is sure to fail us on the hideous way. What? Must we pray? Verily, O thou littlest babe, too weak To stir or speak, Capable hardly of a thought, yet seed Of word and.deed ! To thine assured fruition we may trust This weary dust. We who are old, and palsied, (and so wise !) Lift up our eyes 57
1910 · PDF PAGE 158
THE BLUE DWARF. I05 ISSA Undone me quite, Nagged me with sordid greediness all night, Greed for my gold, my person — all I have. Saith not the prophet : “ Cruel as the grave ” ? That grinning mask, that musk-rat, hath enriched Her rags by every inch of me that itched ; And for one itch hath planted me another, The “ friend that sticketh closer than a brother ”. Ten groans of mine for every grin of hers ! What saith the prophet ? — “ Whited sepulchres ! ” JOHN Nay, Lord, the phrase unique is all thine own. ISSA Then write it down, an nothing les…
1913 · PDF PAGE 21
…cken The pulse of our soul, that the strong In your music be stronger , the stricken Take heart in your song ! HOAR FROST. AIRIES in the night have been , T With the moon alone to see , And about the ivy's green Wrought a silver filigree ; Bound the jasmin to the wall With a flimsy , flashing wire ; Turned the pampas grasses tall Into standing tongues of fire ;
1913 · PDF PAGE 88
…Wheeling out in noisy batches from the crazy , gaping hatches Over all the seed - weed patches staining the Sargasso Sea . “ Through the night the moonbeams flash on forms that rise in ghostly fashion , Praying with unearthly passion to the Gods to intercede : Raising in the moonlight glory faces , hideous and hoary ; Wailing the unchanging story over the Sargasso weed .
1906 · PDF PAGE 13
…he summer leaves In the half-light Love his old story weaves Far out of sight. Here we are lone, at last. Heaven is overcast Yet with no night. Ere her immortal wings Gather the thread of things Into her might, Up will the moon arise Through the black-azure skies : Birds shall sing litanies Still of delight. II. Let my lips wander where Tender moss grows, Where through their dusky air Beams a red rose. Where the bee honey sips Let my desirous lips, Kissing, unclose Delicate lips and chaste, Sweetness divine to taste While the sun glows ; There …
1909 · PDF PAGE 346
… the language is our own language. One of the most beautiful of them, when told in full, is the tale of the Mermaid Wife. On a moonlight night, as an Orkney fisherman strolled by the sea-shore, he saw, to his amazement, some _ beautiful maidens dancing a saraband on the smooth beach. In a heap by their side lay a bundle of skins, which, on his approach, the maidens seized and then plunged with them into the surf, where they took the form of seals. But the fisherman had managed to snatch up one skin, which lay apart from the rest, and so one mai…
1909 · PDF PAGE 346
… the language is our own language. One of the most beautiful of them, when told in full, is the tale of the Mermaid Wife. On a moonlight night, as an Orkney fisherman strolled by the sea-shore, he saw, to his amazement, some _ beautiful maidens dancing a saraband on the smooth beach. In a heap by their side lay a bundle of skins, which, on his approach, the maidens seized and then plunged with them into the surf, where they took the form of seals. But the fisherman had managed to snatch up one skin, which lay apart from the rest, and so one mai…
1905 · PDF PAGE 217
… that flows from that supernal star, And holy fountains of the Influence.! Bring peace, and strength, and quicken in my heart Mastery of night-fear and the day-flung dart. , Yea! from the limit of the fallen day, And barren ocean of ungathered Time, Bring Night, and bring Eternity, and stay With white wings pointing where tired feet may climb: Even the pathway where shed blood ran deep To build red roses in the land of Sleep. O guardian of the pallid hours of night ! O tireless watcher of the smitten noon ! O sworded with the majesty of light, …
1910 · PDF PAGE 131
…m passed through the abyss of flame ; Hear ye that I am that I am ! THE RETURN Behold ! I clothe mine awful light In yonder body born of night. Its mind be open to the higher ! Its heart be lucid-luminous ! The Temple of its own desire The Temple of the Rosy Cross !
1912 · PDF PAGE 14
…ors pour In thousands on the fenceless foe; The sunset stains their hideous war With crimson bars of after-glow. He winds his horn : the night-stars leap To light ; upspring the sisters seven ; While answering flames illume the deep, The blue pavilions blaze to heaven. Silent and stern the northward way They ride; alone before his men Staggers through black to rose and grey Sir Palamede the Saracen.
1910 · PDF PAGE 121
THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING Compare this with the following: That which is the night of all beings, for the disciplined man is the time of waking; when other beings are waking, then is it night for the Muni who seeth. He attaineth Peace, into whom all desires flow as rivers flow into the ocean, which is filled with water but remaineth unmoved—not he who desireth desires. He who, through the likeness of the Atman, O Arjuna, seeth identity in everything, whether pleasant or painful, he is considered a perfect Yogi.* Now that we have finished o…
1910 · PDF PAGE 121
THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING Compare this with the following: That which is the night of all beings, for the disciplined man is the time of waking; when other beings are waking, then is it night for the Muni who seeth. He attaineth Peace, into whom all desires flow as rivers flow into the ocean, which is filled with water but remaineth unmoved—not he who desireth desires. He who, through the likeness of the Atman, O Arjuna, seeth identity in everything, whether pleasant or painful, he is considered a perfect Yogi.* Now that we have finished o…