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Page 36 of 1201922 · PDF PAGE 373
Love under Will 359 us, now that you have discovered your true wills, in the Vesper Ceremony of the Abbey, which we perform every night in the Temple of my tower. Let us be going |” We followed, hand in hand, along the smooth, broad, curving path that bordered the stream, cunningly bended to run along the crest of the ridge so that its power might be used to turn various mill-wheels. The gathering shadows whispered subtle lyrics in our ears ; the scents of spring conveyed superb imaginations to our senses; the sunset squandered its last scarlet…
1996 · PDF PAGE 94
…akespeare, referring to actors.1 The Universe is a Puppet-Play for the amuse ment of Nuit and Hadit in their Nuptials; a very Midsummer Night’s Dream. So then we laugh at the mock woes of Pyramus and Thisbe, the clumsy gambols of Bottom; for we understand the Truth of Things, how all is a Dance of Ecstasy. 1 [A Midsummer Night’s Dream v, 1.]
1905 · PDF PAGE 84
…s that shall shake the earth With firm and manly stride; and victory Most like a dove amid the altar-smoke. CHORUS. We, passing here the night in prayer, will wait And with thee offer up propitious doves, And firstline males of all the flocks of us, JEPIVITIATE. Not so: but [ will have you hence in haste To gather food and arins and carriages, That all our soldiers may have sustenance, And fresher weapons. I alone will spend The long hours with Jehovah, at His throne. And wrestle with the accuser. ‘So, depart ! CHorus, When the countenance fair…
1905 · PDF PAGE 26
…ir gods in petty filthiness. So Love’s white-bosomed Queen gat full success In the first season of her sojourning. Then, on the verge of night, she went a-wing To that most damnéd pestilence-rid marsh, And, changing her bright shape, she donned the harsh Vile form of woman past the middle age, Who hath not virtue that may charm the sage When the desire of folly is gone by, And wrinkles yield to no false alchemy. So, lewd of countenance, dressed all in rags, She waited, fit mate ofhell's filthiest hags, Within a little hut upon the marge Extreme…
1898 · PDF PAGE 110
…e, as if a star Dropped through the far Vault of the sky, and, as a lamp extinct With blood-red tinct, Went out. So lonely in mysterious night A wild, strange light Flickers around the sacred head of man, And bids him scan The scroll of heaven, and see if there be not, Black with no blot Of cloud, but golden lettered on the blue That mothers dew, This message of good hope, good trust, good fate And good estate : Work on, hope ever, let your faith be built Of gold ungilt ; Your love exceed the starry vault for height, The heaven for might ; 100
1901 · PDF PAGE 104
…ung in vain. Pale women fleet around, whose infinite Long sorrow and desire have torn their wombs, Whose empty fruitlessness assails the night With hollow repercussion, like dim tombs Wherein some vampire glooms. Pale women sickening for some sister breast; Lone sisterhood of voiceless melancholy That wanders in this Hell, desiring rest From that desire that dwells for ever free, Monstrous, a storm, a sea. In that desire their hands are strained and wrung; In that most infinite passion beats the blood, And bursting chants of amorous agony flung…
1903 · PDF PAGE 93
… clubs ! These lovers will not keep the peace.” Titus Andronicus. Nathless she locked her cabin-door to me. All lovers guess the piteous night I passed— Shuddering phantoms, hideous and aghast, Loomed, lust of hate ! toward me : how did she ? She never told : but I might surely see In the drawn face and haggard eyes what vast Voices of misery had held her fast, And made her curse her own lock’s cruelty. So by her beauty and my love we swore, And by the light within mine eyes, by her Sweet shame : that never so we sunder again. But she : “ You s…
1903 · PDF PAGE 102
…eld my hands ; then she would weep, And then stoop tenderly and kiss my lips, Or lull me with some chaste and gentle song Of angel love. Night’s plume its dewfall drips As she still sits and watches me to sleep. 82
1906 · PDF PAGE 119
…no music but their rattling ; No scent but death’s grown faint and fugitive; No light but this their leprous pallor battling Weakly with night. Lord, shall these dry bones live? O keep us in the hour Wherein the King-Ghost hath his power! III
1910 · PDF PAGE 454
…f the sky; Wide is the sweep of the cold plain Where good Sir Palamede doth lie, Keen on the Beast-slot once again. All day he rode; all night he lay With eyes wide open to the stars, Seeking in many a secret way The key to unlock his prison bars. Beneath him, hark! the marvel sounds! The Beast that questeth horribly. As if a thirty couple hounds Are in his belly questeth he. Beneath him? Heareth he aright? He leaps to’s feet—a wonder shews: Steep dips a stairway from the light To what obscurity God knows. Still never a tremor shakes his soul (…
1910 · PDF PAGE 454
…f the sky; Wide is the sweep of the cold plain Where good Sir Palamede doth lie, Keen on the Beast-slot once again. All day he rode; all night he lay With eyes wide open to the stars, Seeking in many a secret way The key to unlock his prison bars. Beneath him, hark! the marvel sounds! The Beast that questeth horribly. As if a thirty couple hounds Are in his belly questeth he. Beneath him? Heareth he aright? He leaps to’s feet—a wonder shews: Steep dips a stairway from the light To what obscurity God knows. Still never a tremor shakes his soul (…
1922 · PDF PAGE 163
…lly of us to be hunting round London for dope and getting mixed up with a rotten crowd like we did in Naples. It never struck us till to-night that all we had to do was to go round to King Lamus. He would give us all we needed at the proper price. Funny, too, it was Cockie that thought of that. I know he: hates the man, though he never said so except in an outburst which I knew didn’t mean anything.. We went to the studio in a taxi, Curse the luck, he was out! There was a girl there, a tall, thin woman with a white face like a wedge. We gave se…
1898 · PDF PAGE 78
As fell from all his shaken soul the veil. Then on the night began the awful gale That did assume a voice Whereat the air was peopled with such forms As ride abroad upon the path of storms, And in the awe rejoice. They gather, chanting, round that noble head. The master of the prisons of the dead Loosens the bonds and bids the furies spring For their last struggle ere they own a king. This pæan of the sky they sing. CHANT OF DEMONS. We ride upon the fury of the blast, Fast, fast. We race upon the horses of the wind, The tameless thunder follows…
1899 · PDF PAGE 55
… of thy barren and vain Though queenliest shrine. I am of those Who hear their brazen clanging as they close Fastward on life, I wane to-night, wearied with endless strife, A lover always, never yet a wife, Lost in loves woes. O bitter doom ! Fierce love flames up, then sinks in eddying gloom Across the waves Whose awful stillness are lovers graves, Who chant in fearful melody the staves Of bitter doom. Not unperceived of Cypris did her song Die fitfully upon her tremulous tongue, Nor fell the melody on cruel ears : The bright-throat goddess…
1901 · PDF PAGE 44
…ons, while the moon-rays lean To fan their silver ship. No sleep, but precious kisses In those pale wildernesses, Mark the dead hours of night, No sleep so sweet as this is, Whose pulse of purple blisses Beats calm and cool and light. No life so fair with roses, No day so swift to close is ; No cushion so reposes Fair love so sweet and slight. Sleep greets the morn and takes us ; The wood that wonders makes us Soft noises heard above. The sunny snake forsakes us, The noon sun lastly wakes us, To watch the wooing dove ; And day draws on delighte…
1903 · PDF PAGE 50
THE EIGHTH DAY “ A certain aim he took At a fair Vestal throned by the West.” Midsummer Night’s Dream. Here in the extreme west of all the earth This Vestal sate ; and I from Cupid’s bow Loosed a fair shaft of verses shapen so As to fling love through the chaste girdle’s girth, And show my love how meek was my love’s birth, How innocent its being : thus arow Stood the mild lines, immaculate, to show My harmless passion and her own great worth. She could not be offended : and moreover— When at the nightfall I sought Heaven’s light, All my work g…
1904 · PDF PAGE 56
…t? MEDEA, Ye know me a most powerful sorceress. CHORUS. So I have heard, O lotus-footed one! Nathless I see not any miracle. MEDEA, Last night the heavy-hearted audience Broke up, and Jason wended wearily His way, oppressed by direful bodements of The fate of this forenoon. I saw him go Sad, and remembered how sublime he stood,
1904 · PDF PAGE 67
…ilure, herald of distress! MEDEA, What virtue lives there in the coward’s heart? CHORUS. In sooth, I have no fear at all—to flee. JASON. Night, like a mist, steals softly from the East. 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! 17
1910 · PDF PAGE 384
SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT She knows him, and black fears bedim Those eyes ; she offers to his gaze The blue-veined breasts that suckled him In childhood’s sweet and solemn days. Weeping she bares the holy womb! Shrieks out the mother’s last appeal : And reads irrevocable doom In those dread eyes of ice and steel. He winds his horn: his warriors 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…
1910 · PDF PAGE 384
SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT She knows him, and black fears bedim Those eyes ; she offers to his gaze The blue-veined breasts that suckled him In childhood’s sweet and solemn days. Weeping she bares the holy womb! Shrieks out the mother’s last appeal : And reads irrevocable doom In those dread eyes of ice and steel. He winds his horn: his warriors 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…