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Page 39 of 1121913 · PDF PAGE 97
…ars Or fields of Joy undewed by tears Didst thou desert the courts of men . Tell me thy truth , grave Magdalen !" She trembled , and her eyes grew dim : “ For love of Him , for love of Him .” I ROSE FROM DREAMLESS HOURS . | ROSE from dreamless hours and sought the morn 1 That beat upon my window : from the sill I watched sweet lands , where Autumn light new - born Swayed through the trees and lingered on the hill . If things so lovely are , why labour still To dream of something more than this I see ? Do I remember tales of Galilee , I who have…
1919 · PDF PAGE 11
…dimpled dawn of the amber fount! Dip the purple of passionate prayer In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare, The soul that startles in eyes of blue To watch thy wantonness weeping through The tangled grove, the gnarléd bole
1905 · PDF PAGE 166
…ion overwhelms your soul. Your virginal sweet spirit cannot reach My fury. You are silent. Yet you love! I read it in the terror of your eyes, The crimson of your burning face. I know you love me! me! O she will rough— My overmastering desire to you— My queen, my wife, this maddens me. I know, Cora, Cora, tell die! JI would not—I was CORA (recove: zig). You fool! You beast! I hate you for your stupid self ! Tamdefiled! Go! Touch menot! Speak not ! Tam accursed of the Lord my God. [.SArzeks, Uxric (sttl/ passzonate, yet frill of tender concern).…
1929 · PDF PAGE 164
…sure you, my child. The trick is turned. We have caught our Butterfly!" "Yes, yes," she murmured; "but how did you know?" "Why, use your eyes!" he cried. "Use your br — I should say your sensory organs! Look!" He waved at the window, and Iliel idly followed with her eyes. There could be no mistake. The garden was normal. Every vestige of magical force had disappeared. "Couldn't have gone better," he said. "We don't know where we're going, but we know we're on the way. And, whatever we've got, we've got it." Suddenly her mind ran back to her vis…
1898 · PDF PAGE 137
…its fire and dung, and vomits forth a spume Of tawny sickly death ! All blotched and dark, The putrid air is vital with a spark Of fiery eyes of yonder filthy hound ! God ! I am reeling brain and body ! I swound ! The floor heaves up ! The worms devour my breast ! Beasts and lewd fish and wingèd things infest Each vital part ! Screech, rats ! more liquor ! Come ! Rumble, you rotting whore-skin of a drum ! I care not ! Scream, you rats ! Snakes, bite and hiss ! Hell’s spawn, I mouth you with this putrid kiss ! Satan ! Damnation ! This is the aby…
1899 · PDF PAGE 90
…ise To greet her beauty lover-wise. The silver west fades fast, the skies | Are blue and silver overhead ; She stands upon the snow, her eyes Fixed fast upon the fountain-head Whence from Eternity is drawn The awful glory of the dawn! ELEAZAR. Let every man depart unto his house. CHORUS. He hath made His face as a fire; His wrath as a sword; He hath smitten our soul’s desire; He is the Lord.
1901 · PDF PAGE 11
… tongue, The essential soul of dung That lived and stung; That spoke: no word that living head may hear. Even as a veil imaging Beauty’s eyes Behind, lifted, lets flash the maiden face; So that dead putrefying sea supplies A veil to the unfathomable Place. Behind it grew a form, Wrapped in its own dire storm,
1901 · PDF PAGE 84
( 7O) THE BRIDEGROOM O passion stirs the cool white throat of her; No living glory fills the deep dead eyes ; No sleep that breaks her Southern indolence; Not all the breezes out of heaven, that stir The sleepy wells and woodlands, bid her rise ; Nor all a godhead’s amorous violence. She is at peace; we will go hence. Warm wealth of draperies, the broidered room, And delicate tissues of pale silk that shine About her bed: all kiss the dead girl’s face With shadowy reluctances that gloom Over and under, and the cold divine Presence of Death bede…
1901 · PDF PAGE 55
THE COURT OF THE PROFANE. 43 A SAINT’S DAMNATION. OU buy my spirit with those shameless eyes That burn my soul, you loose the torrent stream Of my desire, you make my lips your prize, And on them burns the whole life’s hope : you deem You buy a heart ; but I am well aware How my damnation dwells in that supreme Passion to feed upon your shoulders bare, And pass the dewy twilight of our sin In the intolerable flames of hair That clothe my body from your head ; you win The devil’s bargain ; I am yours to kill, Yours, for one kiss ; my spirit for …
1901 · PDF PAGE 140
…istress. The flowers are dull, the stars are pale. I am the Soul of Nothingness. I cannot lift the golden veil. O Mother Isis, let thine eyes Behold my grief, and sympathise ! I cannot round the perfect wheel, Attain not to the fuller end. In part I love, in part I feel, Know, worship, will, and comprehend. O Mother Nephthys, fill me up Thine own perfection’s deadly cup ! My aspiration quails within me ; “ My heart is fixed,” in vain I cry ; The little loves and whispers win me : “ Eli, lama sabacthani ! ” O Chomse, moon-god, grant thy boon, Th…
1909 · PDF PAGE 336
…aring soul That seeks the supreme, sunless goal! And thou, great Sekhet, roar! Arise, Confront the lion in the way! Thy calm indomitable eyes Lift once, and look, and pierce, and slay! Iam past. Hail, Hecate! Untrod Thy steep ascent to God, to God! Lo! what unnamed, unnameable Sphere hangs above inscrutable? There is no virtue in thy kiss To affront that soulless swart abyss. I match, &c. 328
1909 · PDF PAGE 336
…aring soul That seeks the supreme, sunless goal! And thou, great Sekhet, roar! Arise, Confront the lion in the way! Thy calm indomitable eyes Lift once, and look, and pierce, and slay! Iam past. Hail, Hecate! Untrod Thy steep ascent to God, to God! Lo! what unnamed, unnameable Sphere hangs above inscrutable? There is no virtue in thy kiss To affront that soulless swart abyss. I match, &c. 328
1912 · PDF PAGE 22
16 His strength is done; he cannot stir. The child complains—how feebly now! His eyes are blank ; he looks at her; The cold sweat gathers on his brow. To save the world—three days away|! His life in knighthood’s life is furled, And knighthood’s life in his—to-day |— His darling staked against the world | Will he die there, his task undone? Or dare he live, at such a cost? He cries against the impassive sun : The world is dim, is all but lost. Then, with the bitterness of death Cutting his soul, his fingers clench The piteous passage of her brea…
1913 · PDF PAGE 44
… for all you ' re near ; And it's but spoken words we hear , Where trumpets sang ; when the mere skies Are stranger and nobler than your eyes ; And flesh is flesh , was flame before ; And infinite hungers leap no more In the chance swaying of your dress ; And love has changed to kindliness . THE OLD VICARAGE , GRANTCHESTER . Café des Westens , Berlin , May , 1912 . JUST now the lilac is in bloom , J All before my little room ; And in my flower - beds , I think , Smile the carnation and the pink ; And down the borders , well I know , The poppy a…
1913 · PDF PAGE 133
…l And the dire chaos seem a whole . For strange I saw my first sun rise And felt his warmth upon my flesh And screaming , with distorted eyes Fled from the dancing shadow - mesh ; And strange the spinning river whirled Past stone and tree which had no feet , And in my misbegotten world A Devil - god was good to meet . I found a stone my limbs to wound , ' Twas joy to watch the gushing blood , To know God drink it in the ground And thunder forth his thanks for food . 114
1905 · PDF PAGE 97
…of 1903-4. go Only one hour since you whispered the story out of your heart to my tremulous ear ; _Only one hour since the light of your eyes was the victor of violent sorrow and fear; Your lips were so set to the lips of me here. Surely the victory ripens to perfect conquest of everything set in our way. We must be free as our hearts are, and gather strength for our limbs for the heat of the fray : The battle is ours if you say me not nay. ' Fly with ine far, where the ocean is bounded white by the walls of the northernmost shore, Where on a l…
1898 · PDF PAGE 48
… desired the place. The grey was blushing in the Eastern sky When there drew near a child of poesy With full lips very tender, and grave eyes Where deep thoughts dwelt in some delicious wise. He looked upon the lilies, and a tear Dropped on their blossom ; but a little fear Came to the bosom of the violet Lest he see not, or see her, and forget. But he did see her, and drew close, and said : “ O perfect passion of my soul, O dead Living desire, O sweet unspoken sin, Leave thou the lilies ; they are not thy kin. 38
1901 · PDF PAGE 73
…n; By the swart Osirian power, If, when strikes the holy hour Of the holy sacrifice, Angels swoon from starry homes Full of inexpressive eyes, That the blood that swells and foams Lighten with the fervid air, To create from death’s despair Masteries of music, domes Gilded with the splendid essence of the highest hope of man; If the sombre stream that ran From the smitten breast be kindled with the sacrificial fire: If the altar set above In the palaces of love Glow with this, the perfect passion And sublime desire From the clay of Fate to fashi…
1901 · PDF PAGE 104
…t canst not see the sun ! I am the Lord thy God : make thou homage and orison ! ” The wild heads sank in fear : Then, troubled, to those eyes Remembrance crept of many a year, Barred gates of Paradise. Again the Voice rolled in the deep, mingled with murmuring sighs : “ I mind me of the day One came from Death to me ; His soul was weary of the day, His look was melancholy ; He bade me open in the Name that binds Eternity.
1910 · PDF PAGE 429
… pageant breaks, and thunder roars: Down flaps the loathly wing of night. He sees the lonely Breton shores Lapped in the levin: then his eyes See how she shrieking soars and soars Into the starless, stormy skies. Well! well! this lesson will he learn, How music’s mellowing artifice May bid the breast of nature burn And call the gods from star and shrine. So now his sounding courses turn To find an instrument divine Whereon he may pursue his quest. How glitter green his gleeful eyne 53