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Page 33 of 1201929 · PDF PAGE 196
20 Chapter WALPURGIS-NIGHT THE spring in Naples had advanced with eager foot; in her gait she revealed the truth of her godhead; and by the end of April there was no wreath of snow on Apennine, or Alban, or Apulian Hill. The last day of the month was hot and still as midsummer; the slopes of Posillippo begged a breath from Ocean, and were denied. So heavy a haze hung on the sea that not only Capri, not only the blue spur that stabs the sunset, but Vesuvius itself, were hidden from the Villa where Iliel and her friends were nested. Sunset was so…
1929 · PDF PAGE 116
…riest got gay on a bellyful of --- (the Host?) like the world-famous Sparrow and had to be curbed seriously, as history relates. My fist night out of Iguala was a mysterious delight. I had lost my way in a sugar plantation and it was getting dark when I came to a railway in course of construction. I followed this, hoping to find a town, but night fell, sudden and black; so I tethered my horse and lay down to sleep in my poncho by the light of a fire, to make which I borrowed some loose material left by the engineers. Dawn was just breaking when…
1901 · PDF PAGE 21
…or of a world of light As beautiful as God’s, bend down to me, And whisper me the secrets of thy heart, That I may follow and dispel the night, And fight life through, a comrade unto thee, Under Love’s banner with the sword of Art ! O
1904 · PDF PAGE 90
18 ARGONAUTAE O let me fall from death to dream, Eternal monotone; Faint eventide of sleep supreme With thee and love alone! A jewelled night of star and moon Shall watch our bridal chamber, Bending the blue rays to the tune Of softly-sliding amber. Dim winds shall whisper echoes of Our slow ecstatic breath, Telling all worlds how sweet is love, How beautiful is death. MEDEA. Sing, Orpheus, this doth madden them the most. Should one man leap—This tune is terrible ! ORPHEUS. I am not moved, although I am a man. So strong a safeguard is cool chas…
1910 · PDF PAGE 70
60 ATHOR AND ASAR ON the black night, beneath the winter moon, I clothed me in the limbs of Clodia, Swooning my soul out into her red throat, So that the glimmer of our skins, the tune Of our ripe rhythm, seeded the hideous play Of death-worms crawling on a corpse, afloat With life that takes its thirst Only from things accurst. Closer than Clodias clasp, Death had me down To his black heart, and fed upon my breath, So that we seemed a stillnesswhiter than The stars, more silent than the stars, a crown Of stars ! For in the icy kiss of death …
1910 · PDF PAGE 118
…there no flood to drip Some icy liquor on this hell-scarred brow ? See ! The red star glows fainter now. All is a velvet heat of horror. Night Holds me in torture. Hark ! the lake Stirs in its sleep ; the ripples shake. — Oh for the wind ! Here naked will I lie And let its coolness bite into my blood.
1913 · PDF PAGE 150
Marjory Mines. Evening . ITIS clear and cold 1 This Christmas night With snows that linger , And the great moon In her praise -light Like jewel worn on God 's ring -finger Is blurred , as the church -bell rings, By the young angels' wings. THE SWAN . THE other lights , the other trees , 1 The other houses hung in the pool Are his : he is the lord of these . It is a kingdom deep and cool . Preoccupied and white as dreams , He bends his head , watching his own , His still dominions . Brawling streams Could never make for him a throne . He knows i…
1905 · PDF PAGE 195
…hill on! The thought is left 1 ‘The gift of a wedding ring is of course typical of the supreme surrender on the part of a married woman. Night came upon me thus—a wizard hand Grasping with silence the reluctant land. Through night I clomb~--behind me grew the light Reflected in the portal of the night. I reach the crest at dawn-—pallid I stand, Uncomprehending of the sudden sight. The river and the bridge! The river flows, Tears of young orphans for its limpid woes. The red bridge quivers--how my spirit starts, Its seeming glory built of widows…
1898 · PDF PAGE 68
…pherds built Who sought his land and spilt Blood of ten million slaves to conquer it. Clad in sparse robes of white The mountain beckons Night Her tracery of azure with the cold moon-rays to knit. Armoured with secret might I stand on earth upright, Strong in the power of Him who welded earth, Barred in the sky with steel, And breathed upon the wheel Of this vast scheme of stars, and made Him mirth In the poor dreams of us Who strive mysterious To pierce the bands of sense, and break the girth Of our own minds’ desire, Till He relume the fire L…
1899 · PDF PAGE 160
… of crested snakes, Keen, furious, and too cold. What words are these? The pall of slumber lifts ; The veil of finiteness withdraws, The night Is heavier, life burns low: Yet to the quivering brain three goodly gifts The cruelty of Pluto and his might In the abyss bestow: Change, foresight, fear. The pageant whirls and boils, Restricted not by space and time, my dream Foresees the doom of Fate ; My spirit wrestles in the Dream-King’s toils Always in vain, and Hope’s forerunners gleam Alway one step too late.
1899 · PDF PAGE 217
…ird becomes a dancing flame In leaf and bower. The forest trembles ; loves reclaim Their own still hour. So are the stars moved ; so the night Puts off her robe. So to his music breaks the light O’er the pale globe. The dawn is here, and on the sands Where sun first flames, I gather lilies from all lands Of sad sweet names. The Lesbian lily is of white Stained through with blood, : Swayed with the stream, a wayward light Upon the flood. The Spartan lily is of blue, With green leaves fresh ; Apollo glints his crimson through The azure mesh. The …
1903 · PDF PAGE 111
… ever through— Words came not : only ever : “ I love you ! ” With broken kisses and stained cheeks of love. So all day long and half the night we wandered Down deep lanes and in gardens, like lost souls. Strong kisses that had surfeited a score Of earthly bridals in an hour we squandered ; And tears like fire, and looks like burning coals, Without a word passed on for evermore. 91
1909 · PDF PAGE 103
… blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above the West, brave hippodrome Whose gladiators shock and shun As the blue night devours them, crested comb Of sleep’s dead sea That eats the shores of life, rings round eternity! Il So, he is gone whose giant sword shed flame Into my bowels; my blood’s bewitched ; My brain’s afloat with ecstasy of shame. That tearing pain is gone, enriched By his life-spasm ; but he being gone, the same Myself is gone Sucked by the dragon down below death’s horizon. Ill I woke from this. I lay upon …
1909 · PDF PAGE 103
… blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above the West, brave hippodrome Whose gladiators shock and shun As the blue night devours them, crested comb Of sleep’s dead sea That eats the shores of life, rings round eternity! Il So, he is gone whose giant sword shed flame Into my bowels; my blood’s bewitched ; My brain’s afloat with ecstasy of shame. That tearing pain is gone, enriched By his life-spasm ; but he being gone, the same Myself is gone Sucked by the dragon down below death’s horizon. Ill I woke from this. I lay upon …
1910 · PDF PAGE 457
…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
1910 · PDF PAGE 457
…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
1928 · PDF PAGE 99
…itable Fanciullo? it is pleasant and admissible to be- lieve it. The guilty nobles had enjoyed the comedy for the last time; in the same night they were wiped out of life. Since then many a mime, justly appreciated in divers countries, has come to play before the Court of His Highness, but not one has been able to equal the marvellous talent of Fanciullo, nor to obtain the same degree of fa- vour.
1905 · PDF PAGE 24
…ut at the coming of the even Were visions wonderful with indigo ; And in the glory of the afterglow Were rosy with its kiss ; and in the night Were crowned with that unutterable light That is a brilliance of solemn black, Glistening wide across the ocean track Of white-sailed ships and many mariners. So, on the tallest spire, where wakes and whirrs The eagle when dawn strikes his eyrie, came The maiden, clad in the abundant flame Of setting sun, with shapely shoulders bare, And even the glory of her midday hair Was bound above her head ; so, na…
1922 · PDF PAGE 186
…ne Self which was whole. Any positive expression of it was of necessity partial, incomplete, inadequate. The Stars are im- perfection of Night; but at least these thoughts are immeasurably faster and clearer than anything I have thought all my life. If I were ever to wake up—it seems impossible that I ever should—this entry will probably be quite un- intelligible to me. It is not written with the purpose of being intelligible or any other purpose. The idea of having a purpose at all is beneath contempt. It is the sort of thing a human being wou…
1903 · PDF PAGE 73
…he day’s due joys. She had not dared to speak one word, to tell How deep and pure a fountain sunward leapt In her life’s garden : but to-night she lay In my intense embraces : so the spell Moved her : “ I love you,” said she. So we kept, Remurmuring that one phrase until the day. 53