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…with music wild and keen The Questing Marvel to his side. Then do the sportful city folk About his lonely stance abide: Making their holiday, they joke The melancholy ass: they throw Their clattering coppers in his poke. So day and night they come and go, But never comes the Questing Beast, Nor doth that laughing people know
…with music wild and keen The Questing Marvel to his side. Then do the sportful city folk About his lonely stance abide: Making their holiday, they joke The melancholy ass: they throw Their clattering coppers in his poke. So day and night they come and go, But never comes the Questing Beast, Nor doth that laughing people know
…love she shot in May Still rankles in September ; The flames in June that died away Have yet a lively ember. I force myself to dream all day : Night wakes meI remember. Yea ; in the night thou lackest me. And I ? Ah surely I lack thee ! I must remember how we stood And let mad Paris pass us (Holding one moment to be good, For all the years surpass us.) And touched in our beatitude The peak of Mount Parnassus. Yea ; we did well to break the bars, And dwell one moment with the stars ! We played the ancient Comedy That Pan taught to the Satyrs.
…t, white wrath of gales, Fill the dread armoury of sense. Nor shines the sun; nor moon, nor star Their subtle light at all display ; Nor day, nor night, dispute the scaur: All’s one intolerable grey. Black Ilyns, grey rocks, white hills of snow! No flower, no colour: life is not. This is no way for men to go From Severn-mouth to Camelot. Despair, the world upon his speed, Drive (like a lion from his den Whom hunger hunts) the man at need, Sir Palamede the Saracen.
…pent, By the babe that is born, By the river of starlight that ceaselessly flows By the god’s starlit tent, Oh, I hail thee, my Rose. So day and her lover, And night and her dream, Have passed thee, Rose, over; And over the stream Thou shalt pass, and thy vigil not seek to impose, Nor thy secret discover, O thou, the world’s Rose. 146
…pent, By the babe that is born, By the river of starlight that ceaselessly flows By the god’s starlit tent, Oh, I hail thee, my Rose. So day and her lover, And night and her dream, Have passed thee, Rose, over; And over the stream Thou shalt pass, and thy vigil not seek to impose, Nor thy secret discover, O thou, the world’s Rose. 146
day; a week, and so on. Difficultés vanish before him as he advancesj the extension from a day to the course of his whole life will not prove so difficult as the perfecting of the five minutes. 18. This practice should be repeated at least four times daily, and progress is shown firstly by the ever easier running of the brain, secondly by the added memories which arise. 19. It is useful to reflect during this practice, which in time becomes almost mechanical, upon the way in which effects spring from causes. This aids the mind to link its memor…
… of joy, From the love-look that chastity blesses To the lusts that deceive and destroy ; We will live in the light of sweet glances, By day and by night we will move To the music of manifold dances, O Lucius, love !
JEPHTHAH. 63 Sharp and black, till day is passed Over to the ocean vast ; Where the barren rocks resound Only to the rending roar Of the shattering streams that pour Rocks by ice eternal bound, Myriad cascades that crowned Once the far resounding throne Of the mountain spirits strong, All the treacherous souls that throng Desolate abodes of stone, Barren of all comely things, Given to the splendid kings, Gloomy state, and glamour dark, Swooping jewel-feathered wings, Eyes translucent with a spark Of the world of fire, that swings Gates of adama…
THE FIFTIETH DAY Suffolk : “ If I depart from thee I cannot live. Margaret : “ let me hear from thee, For whereso’er thou art in this world’s globe I have an Iris that shall find thee out.” II. King Henry VI. At noon she sailed for home, a weeping bride Widowed before the honeymoon was done. Always before the rising of the sun I swore to come in spirit to her side And lie like love ; and she at eventide Swore to seek me and gather one by one The threads of labyrinthine love new spun, Cretan for monstrous shadows serpent-eyed. So the last kiss p…
…ud And none regardeth her? Obey my voice. JASON. O master of Apollo’s lyre and light! We are not wise—and for that very cause We meet to-day to call on Wisdom. ORPHEUS. Well! The altar stands, shadowing the Universe That with my fire of Knowledge I destroy— And there is Wisdom—but invoke Her not, Friends, Who is only when none other is. JASON. Let us begin: the hour draws on apace. Drive off the demons from the sacrifice! ORPHEUS. Let all the demons enter and dwell therein! My friends, ye are as ignorant as priests! Let there be silence while t…
…t decay. Night-long I toiled , but when the East grew fawn I ceased , and there amid the waste at dawn Rested, like God upon the seventh day . Then , shouldering the shining axe , I strode Across the sunrise ; and the life-long hate Flowered into joy . Scarce heard , his iron gate Clanged - to behind me as I took the road . * FLAME . O NLY the fire of love can fuse and burn This solid world to spirit . But we two Have caught love back by the escaping wing , Therefore shall life be perfect, for our eyes Are opened and our stooping souls stand up…
…imly the flickering shadows stray Across the lonely hillside way : Why should I weep and howl and pray ? They sleep , and wait the empty day . 149
…estiny's web, and my immense despair. Landgrave. Your words are terrible ! We knew them true Even while you sang. But see ! the light of day ! Beauty in all things and—for you—true love ! I 12
…he goat-like beard of him! FIRST WOMAN. A week ago your blue eyes were in tears, Sidelong regarding the old mountebank. SECOND WOMAN. To-day I would not be his concubine For all Iolchus—for all Thessaly! THIRD WOMAN, I see the same glance seek out Jason now. SECOND WOMAN. Ay, there’s a man! What muscles! What fine fire In the quick eye! What vigour and warm strength! FIRST WOMAN. Yes, in your wishes, But indeed he is A proper man. Away, you ancient egg! PELIAS. With what audacious foot and impious voice Strides this young man and talks? Let him…
EPERVIER ET COLOMBE HEN, at the awful Judgment-day, God stands Shrunken and shaking at my gaze, before My hollow seat of agony, it may be He shall discover me the great excuse For an ill world ill shapen by ill hands, For unit joy and misery ten score, For all his work’s complaint; I think that He, Twitching His fearful fingers, may let loose This answer: Thus a kiss I brought to being Which by no other way were possible. Measure, O man! Balance with eyes true seeing If I were right or no to have made Hell! Then would He stand forgiven—nay! acq…
…gs like a veil Sleep on the chamber and clings. Heard I a woman-fiend wail ? Heard I the sound of a kiss ? Has man been destroyed in the daylight, Man whom the night could not quell ? What angel fled weeping away ? There in the East there extends a white light devouring the grey light, There the sun rises and brings hope with the dawn of the day, Silence hides certainty—surely voices of angels that pray, Surely the sound of delight, and of praise, and unspeakable glory Rings in the wind like a bell, and wakes the white air of the lea, All the b…
…a delirious noble emotion ; Love dies before he grows manly, dawn never yields to the sun. Love in a night shall live and die, Love in a day shall wing and fly ; Love in the Spring shall last an hour, Easily fades a spring-tide flower. Where are the blooms of frost, hoary and bright and vestal ; Virginal lips not kissed, flowers unbidden to bud ? Ah ! we have slain their beams, as our low heads lazily nestle, Where the dark home of Love is, where the impatient blood Spurts at the furious kiss, darts far forth as an adder, Stinging and biting am…
…has this burden upon her, Your eagle unwilling to fly ! Loose, loose the wide wings ! For your honour ! Let tyranny die ! Remember, this day of your glory, Your fight for the freedom you own. Those years—is their memory hoary ? Your chains—is their memory flown ? * At the hour of passing the proof-sheets, however, the Boers are not yet conquered—nor likely to be ! 29
…m lips and soul from soul To new strange passions in unholy lands, Where love’s breath chars and scorches like a coal. So she is dead to-day—the sweet bells toll A lost, lost soul, a soul in Satan’s bands, A lost, lost soul ! 28