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…gion grew. Now when the zons grow to millionfold, Hath earth one mystery, one glory new ? Are not these thoughts immeasurably old ? Only—day breaks as I am musing sadly; The phantoms scatter—is not earth divine ? I leap to saddle; gallop forward madly Into the morning strong and keen as wine. The gold air whistles and the glad horse thunders, Spurning the quiet woodland: now the light Stirs bird and beast—a thousand glowing wonders Flash into glory, lambent to the sight. I know, I feel the Godhead set above me, My own high part in His celestial…
1903 · PDF PAGE 24
…es! These folk That think they live—which dares at all To act? The suicide that broke His chain, and lies so waxen pale In the Morgue to-day? Did he then fail ? Ay, he was beaten. But to live, Slink on through what the world can give, That is a hound’s life too. For me, The suicide stands grand and free Besides these others. Was it fear Drove him to stand upon the bank ? The Paris lights shone far and drear; The mist was down; the night was dank; The Seine ran easily underneath ; The air was chill : he knew the Seine 22
1910 · PDF PAGE 71
…ed my Dorothy ! the sun That fires my life, the spell to stir My souls enchantments every one : For this I curse Thee ! she was fair As day and brighter than the moon And all the gold stung in her hair ; And all the dawn of Mayof June ! Kindled her cheeks ; her eyes were blue As all Thy skies, as all Thy seas. Her mouthOh God ! her mouth that slew Imaginations ecstasies !
1922 · PDF PAGE 265
…e ground that he has had so much influence on my life and thought. “Even a mediocrity like yourself, Sir Peter,” he said to me the other day, “ dull as you are, cannot be trusted in my neighbourhood. Your brain unconsciously soaks up the highly charged particles of my atmosphere. And before you know where you are, instead of expres- sing yourself—what little self you have to express—you will be repeating, in a debased currency, the words of wisdom that from time to time have dropped from my refined lips.”’ There was a time when I should have re…
1903 · PDF PAGE 87
THE TWENTY-EIGHTH DAY “ But I perceive in you so excellent a touch of modesty that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in.” Twelfth-Night. A curious conflict this of love and fear, Honour and lust, and truth and trust beguiled ; One in the semblance of a rose-bright child :— The other in a shape more gross and clear, A fiercer woman-figure crowned severe With garlands woven of scourges, but whose wild Breast beat with splendour of sin, whose looks were mild, Hiding the cruel smile behind a tear. So she : “ I now you never woul…
1904 · PDF PAGE 39
… anon. JASON. Nay, follow not! The Goddess were displeased, Coming, to find our greatest hero gone. THESEUS. This is the midmost hour of day. It
1906 · PDF PAGE 7
…g drink is raging.” Desunt cetera. A PEEP BEHIND THE SCENES. In the hospital bed she lay, Rotting away ! Cursing by night and cursing by day, Rotting away ! 1 This, the earliest poem ever written by me, has perished save the above fragment. Its date is 1886,—-A, C. It should be noted that this fragment is of a wildly revolutionary tendency. It made him the Ibsen of a school where a parson and a chapel were considered with the rest of the non-Plymouth-Brethren world as so many devils let loose from hell. * This volume consists of unpublished poe…
1905 · PDF PAGE 69
… Percy! [4 pause.] Oh! Percy! PERCY. Iam going away, Esmé. - I shall see you often. When you think of me I shall always be with you. One day you will come to me, Esmé! Kiss me! Your kisses must finish my poem. One day your pen must finish it. ESME. You know I cannot write a line. Oh, how sorry I am for that ! PERCY [Zo VAUGHAN]. Good-bye, my dear, dear friend. Take care of Esmé for me. [ shall watch over her myself, I and God together. She is so frail and white, and she understands. She sees my soul, and IIeaven is always open to her eyes when …
1899 · PDF PAGE 132
…eel as it were the breath of an angel covering me with holiness, and I know— then! But now—I only write mechanically. I force myself. To-day I tore up all I wrote last night. ESME. | Let us ask God to send you the angel, shall we? [They kneel, with arms intertwined, at the open window, and bow their heads silently. Vaughan also prays, with arms outspread in blessing. Curtain. SCENE III. Six months later. The dining-room. Percy, Vaughan, Esmé at dinner. Enter Butler. BUTLER. F you please, sir, a gentleman has called; he says he must see you at o…
1899 · PDF PAGE 27
…ar through the forest. Lastly sleep, like death, With strong compulsion of his labouring breath Came on him dreamless. When he woke, the day Stooped toward the splendour of the western bay, And he remembered. Like a wild birds cry The song within him flamed, a melody Dreadful and beautiful. The sad sea heard And echoed over earth its bitter word. SONG Ere the grape of joy is golden With the summer and the sun, Ere the maidens unbeholden Gather one by one, To the vineyard comes the shower, No sweet rain to fresh the flower. But the thunder rain…
1901 · PDF PAGE 105
…eep, beneath the deep, may dwell the star of morn ! “ Therefore, O God, I pray Redemption for the folk That dread the scourging light of day, That bear the midnight yoke. The Chaos was no less than this—and there the light awoke.” “ O Dog of Evil, yea ! Thou hast in wisdom said.
1903 · PDF PAGE 79
THE TWENTY-FOURTH DAY “ She having the truth of honour in her, hath made him that gracious denial which he is most glad to receive.” Measure for Measure. Of course I might have know it was a lie. Nathless, I wept all morning and despaired. Nothing for any life of earth I cared, Neither for heaven : I railed against the sky, Hating the earth, the sea, the witchery Of all the universe : my breast I bared And cursed God, hoping lightning ; and I dared Not ask my love “ In very truth—you die ?” I could not bear it longer ; then she spake : “ I lied…
1904 · PDF PAGE 38
10 ARGONAUTAE. To move the purpose of a thousand years. ‘Go, go! HERACLES. Remember! We are met this. day To call upon the name with praise and prayer Of great Athena, since our ship is built With sculptured olive pregnant in the prow, And all the length of pine is coiled and curled With the swift serpent’s beauty, and the owl Sits in huge state upon the midmost bench. Thus, therefore, by the manifest design, Joining the wisdom to the power and will, We build the Argo. ARGUS. What a heavy club We carry! And how well becomes our figure The lion’…
1910 · PDF PAGE 472
… is a white cave by the sea Wherein the knight is hid away. Just ere the night falls, spieth he The sun’s last shaft flicker astray. All day is dark. There, there he mourns His wasted years, his purpose faint. A million whips, a million scorns Make the knight flinch, and stain the saint. For now! what hath he left? He feeds On limpets and wild roots. What odds? There is no need a mortal needs Who hath loosed man’s hope to grasp at God's! How his head swims! At night what stirs Above the faint wash of the tide, And rare sea-birds whose winging w…
1910 · PDF PAGE 472
… is a white cave by the sea Wherein the knight is hid away. Just ere the night falls, spieth he The sun’s last shaft flicker astray. All day is dark. There, there he mourns His wasted years, his purpose faint. A million whips, a million scorns Make the knight flinch, and stain the saint. For now! what hath he left? He feeds On limpets and wild roots. What odds? There is no need a mortal needs Who hath loosed man’s hope to grasp at God's! How his head swims! At night what stirs Above the faint wash of the tide, And rare sea-birds whose winging w…
1899 · PDF PAGE 69
…llainy of fate. CHORUS. O wise old man, thou speakest cleverly. AHINOAM. So do, and praise be given you from God. ELEAZAR. God, Who this day has sliumbered not, nor slept, He only keepeth Israel: He is God! CHORUS. When God uplifted hands to smite, And earth from chaos was unrolled, And skies and seas from blackest night Unfurled, twin sapphires set with gold, And tumult of the boisterous deep Roared from its slow ungainly sleep, And flocks of heaven were driven to fold, Then rose the walls of Israel] steep, For in His promise we behold The swo…
1901 · PDF PAGE 112
…oonless phosphorus glow of death; The keen light of the eyes thrust back and thwarted, The quick scent stabbed by the miasma breath. The day is over, when the lizard darted, A flash of green, the emerald outclassed; Night is collapsed upon the vale: departed All but the Close, suggestive of the Vast. The heavy tropic scent-inspiring gloom Clothes the wide air, the circumambient ether.
1905 · PDF PAGE 110
…an charactery, Hawaii. Here she stands Queen of all laughter’s lands That dance for dawn, lie tranced in leisured noon, Dreaming through day towards night, Craving the perfumed light Of the stars lustrous, and the gem-born moon. Dewy with clustered diamond, The long land swoons to sleep ; the sea sleeps and yet wakes beyond. Here, in the crescent beach and bay, the sea, Curven and carven in warm shapes of dream, Answers the love-song of the lilied stream, And moves to bridal music. Stern and free, I05
1922 · PDF PAGE 96
… ‘the know’— they’d simply snap the whole thing up for themselves. By the way, that reminds me of a very good thing I heard of the other day——’”’ and he rattled off an amusing story which had no connection with what he had been saying before. I didn’t listen to what it was. My brain was working very fast with the champagne on top of the other things. His talk had brought to my mind that I should have to wire for another thousand to-day or to-morrow.
1902 · PDF PAGE 119
…or mere delight —Ah, deadly is to us The pleasure wrapping us, and holding in All love, all hate —the miserable way ! Dawns no devouring day Still on the infinite slow tune of limbs Moving in rapture ; sleepy echo swims In the dissolving brain. Love conquering lassitude at last to win Pain out of peace, and pleasure from a pang ; 117