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… and all the emotions stilled, And all the stains and all the scars Left him; so like a child he thrilled With utmost knowledge; all his soul, With perfect sense and sight fulfilled,
… and all the emotions stilled, And all the stains and all the scars Left him; so like a child he thrilled With utmost knowledge; all his soul, With perfect sense and sight fulfilled,
… moon shone above, Over the houses, and we let Loose rein upon the steeds of love? How kisses fled to kisses, rain Of fiery dew upon the soul Kindled, till ecstasy was pain ; Desire, delight : and swift control Leapt from the lightning, as the cloud Disparted, rended, from us twain, And we were one: the aerial shroud Closed on us, shall not lift again For aught we do: O glamour grown Inseparable and alone ! And then we knew as now the tune Our lives were set to, and sang back Across the sky toward the moon Into the cloud’s dissolving wrack, Van…
…rrection of the dead. All petty wishes: at the fountain-head, A dead girl’s whisper—I have stooped and pressed My ear unto her heart—her soul confessed That none of life her joy relinquishéd. ““T died the moment when you tore away The bleeding veil of my virginity. The pain was sudden—and the joy was long. Persists that triumphs, keenly, utterly! Write, then, in thy mysterious book of song: ‘Death chisels marble where life moulded clay.’”
…The enchantment of her darling breath, The black seductions and the rose Wherewith her body glittereth, Which is the sweetest ? O my soul ! Thus didst thou answer the Accurst : In her, since alls divine control, There cannot be or last or first. Since all transports me, how shall I Aught of one thing affirm aright ? She dazzles like the morning sky And soothes my spirit like the night. Too exquisite the music is That all her lovely shape affords For impotent analysis To mark how every bar accords.
…; Art come thereby to the stature of man By my power, who am Pan. And by this death shalt laugh to know Thy father’s final overthrow. My soul the heights and depths has spanned. I hold the star-streams in mine hand. I am the master of life and death And of every spirit that quickeneth. Yea ! in the light of knowledge, Pan
…n, the children of the sun, Turn them to sleep ; but I awake For Mary’s sake—for Mary’s sake. And while these eyes outwatch the stars My soul runs through the golden bars. O clusters that with warp and woof Make up Fate’s web, I stand aloof. The child of Mary stands apart Both from the terror and the dart. No fear, no evil can engage The knight of Mary’s pilgrimage. So in this still and solemn hour Of vigil we proclaim Thy power. Thy benediction, like a balm, Unite our ardour with our calm, And ere the black night pale to grey, Discover Thy div…
…al objects than on the modulations of one's moods. The solitude and silence of these shadowy groves soothe sense and thought so that the soul becomes aware of every modulation of its melody. A few miles beyond Bou Sada there is no road. The last link with civilization is broken. It is no longer possible to pretend that the world is a mere stage where we may strut and scream without facing the facts. Each man must match himself, alone as at the hour of death, with each inexorable fact that nature flings in his face --- brigands, sunstroke, hung…
… in the hills. A strength that is more than the summer Is firm in that silence and rest, Though stiller the rocks be and dumber That the soul of its slumber oppressed. For stronger control is than urging, And mightier the heart of the sea Than her waves deep-merging and striving and surging That deem they are free. In spirit I stand on the mountain, My soul into God’s withdrawn, And look to the East like a fountain That shoots up the spray of the dawn. And the life of the mountain swims through me (So the song of a thrush in me thrills) And the…
XIII Is there a soul behind the mask? What master drives these slaves to task Thus willing? Physiology Wipes the red scalpel, scorns reply. My argument to please you swerves, Becomes a mere defence of nerves. Why they are thus, why so they act, We know not, but accept the fact. How this for my peccation serves? Marry, how? Tropically! Pact I bind with blood to show you use For this impertinence—and add A proverb fit to make you mad About the gander and the goose, Till you riposte with all your force A miserable pun on sauce. The battle when you…
…hat 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
…ngle desire ! ) The fire knows its master! They flicker and flare, Dread dogs of disaster, Wild slaves of despair. Faster and faster— My soul is aware Of a sound that is dimmer and duller, wide wings adrift of the air. Their forces that wander No God-voice know they! Their bridals they squander! Unknown is their way! The sky’s heart? beyond her Sweet bosom they stray. Shall these then obey me and hear? . Shall the tameless ones hear and obey? From secretest places Whence darkness is drawn, Where terrible faces Enkindle the dawn, 38
…se shed in tears, Love’s arrow that cleaves The veil of the years, Light gathered in sheaves Of tenderest fears As dayspring enweaves My soul into spheres— I hear, and I nestle upon thee, O lyrist supreme, Light loves in a dream. 44
…h all its stars, The storm, the hunger epicene, The raging at invisible bars, The hideous cruelty of the whole?— These are of Kali, O my soul! The sterile force of bronze and gold Bends to my passion, as it grips With feverish claws the metal cold, And burns upon the brazen lips That, parted like a poppy bud, Have gemméd curves like moons of blood. The mazes of her many arms Delude the eye; they seem to shift 7o
…by any amorous tricks of wit Shalt thou regain thine empire over me. O virgin, O my sister! Hear me, death! Thou hast a sleep compelling soul and mind. Thine is the sweet insufferable breath That comes like Bessarabia’s twilight wind To bring a quiet coolth from day’s long heat, Peace to the belly gorged with blood and meat}; Stars for the sun that smote, for fire slow streams, For the simoom the zephyr’s cooing kiss, Deep sleep at last from all the evil dreams, And rest, the possibility of bliss.
…d of the fire of your lays, When none but the prophet rejoices Who counts not the days. Arise ye bards, that ye quicken 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 ;
… have conquered both the mortals and the Gods. In the garden of Priapus, in the land of lost desire, I have made myself a monster and my soul a snake of fire. Ho! it stings me! Ho! it poisons! all the flesh is branded through, Branded with the steel of Vulcan, with the lava’s deadly dew. All the kisses of the satyr, all the punishments of Pan, All Eros hath given of arrows to the eyes of maid and man, At their lips and lives I sufl'ered—I have home me as a queen: Hear the roar of after aeons that acclaim me Messalinel Woe is me! the waves of ages—…
…r prejudice, to accomplish the one object in view, and so finally “to interpret every phenomenon as a particular dealing of God with the soul.” In truth this is an “Act of Truth,” the Power begot by Concentration and nothing else. We have seen at the commencement of this chapter how the Atman (that Essence beyond Being and Not Being) allegorically fell by crying “It is I,” and how the great Hypocrisy arose by supposing individual Atmans for all beings, and things which had to incarnate again and again before finally they were swallowed up in th…
…r prejudice, to accomplish the one object in view, and so finally “to interpret every phenomenon as a particular dealing of God with the soul.” In truth this is an “Act of Truth,” the Power begot by Concentration and nothing else. We have seen at the commencement of this chapter how the Atman (that Essence beyond Being and Not Being) allegorically fell by crying “It is I,” and how the great Hypocrisy arose by supposing individual Atmans for all beings, and things which had to incarnate again and again before finally they were swallowed up in th…
…m its perch That sang to us, and sang a lie. Did Rodin strip the clothes, and find A naked truth fast underneath? Never! Where lurks the soul and mind? What is the body but a sheath? Did he ply forceps, scalpel, saw, Tear all the grace of form apart, Intent to catch some final law Behind the engine of the heart? He tried not ; whoso has, has failed. So, did I pry beneath the robe, Till stubborn will availed, nor quailed, Intimate with the naked probe ? I know the husks! to strip; name, form, Sensation, then perception, stress Of nature thither …