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1901 · PDF PAGE 107

The Soul of Osiris

…ul, withdrawn From every element, gleams through the night Into that darkness palpable, where They Lurk from the torment of the light of day. Swings the swift sword in paths of vivid blue ; Rings the sharp summons in the halls of fear ; Flames the great lamen ; as a fiery dew Falls the keen chanted music ; fierce and true Beams the bright diamond of the crowning sphere. None may withstand the summons : like dead flame Flares darkness deeper, and demands its name. F

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1903 · PDF PAGE 45

The Star and the Garter

Glittered enamelled sorceries. She was a piece of jewel work Sold by a Christian to a Turk. She had fed on air that day : the flowers About her curled, ambrosial bowers Of some divine perfume : the soul Of ether made her wise ; control Of strong distilled delight. She showered Wit and soft laughter and desire About her breasts in bliss embowered, And subtle and devouring fire Leapt in live sparks about her limbs. Her spirit shields me, and bedims My sight: she needs me: I need her. She is mine: she calls me: sob and stir Strange pulses of old p…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 154

Oracles

ST PATRICK’S DAY I49 Our weapons—be they fire and cord, The shell, the rifle, and the sword ! Without a helper or a friend All means be righteous to the End ! Look not for help to wordy strife ! This battle is for death or life. Melt mountains with a word—and then The colder hearts of Englishmen ! Look not to Europe in your need ! Columbia’s but a broken reed ! Your own good hearts, your own strong hand Win back at last the Irish land. Won by the strength of cold despair Our chance is near us—slay nor spare ! Open to fate the Saxons lie, Up ! I…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 50

Jephthah

… now thy gibing in the hour of joy, And lend sweet wisdom to awaiting ears. Thy voice shall carry it, thy words shall bear Full fruit to-day. Speak only, it is done. AHINOAM. I am grown old, and go not out to wars. But in the lusty days of youth my face Turned from the battle and pursuit and spoil Only to one face dearer than my soul, And my wife’s eyes were welcome more desired Than chains of roses, and the song of children, And swinging palm branches, and milk-white—elders. CHORUS. Fie on thy railing! But his wife is sick, And cannot leave th…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 55

Jephthah

…h and salamander meet, And gnome and undine swoon for love ! Her feet that flit upon the windy way Twin fawns, the daughters of the rosy day. Behold, the arms of her desire Wave, weave, and wander in the air, Vines life-endued by subtle fire So quick and comely, curving bare ; The white diaphanous attire Floats like a spirit pale and fair ; The dance is woven of the breeze, the tune Is like the ocean silvered by the moon. Behold the maidens following, And every one is like a flower, Or like an ewe lamb of the king That comes from water at the h…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 56

Jephthah

… of Israel, we are come to you With many maidens praising God, for this, The victory of my father. Happy girls! Whose brothers struck to-day for Israel, Whose fathers smote the heathen ; happiest, Ye blushing flowers, beyond your younger spring

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1899 · PDF PAGE 44

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

… voice of the triumph of prayer. But God had pity upon us, Our evil and fallen way; His mercy was mighty on us ; His lips are as rosy as day Broken out of the sea at the sunrise, as fragrant as flowers in May. Our sin was great in His sight: _ We chased from our gates our brother, We shamed his father’s might, We spat on the grave of his mother, We laughed in his face and mocked, looking slyly one to another. But God beheld, and His hand Was heavy to bring us grief; He brought down fire on the land, And withered us root and leaf Until we were u…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 60

The Soul of Osiris

…e cadent curve of Dian seems to swerve, Eluding helmcraft : let me drift away Where sea and sky unite their clamorous curve In praise of Day. Is it an edge ? Some spray-bechiselled ledge ? Some sentry platform to an under sky ? Let me drift onward to the azure edge— I can but die ! The moon hath seen ! An arrow cold and keen Brings some cold being from the water chill, Rises between me and the world—unseen, Most terrible. Dawns that unheard-of terror ! Never a word of The spells that chain ill spirits I remember. And oh ! my soul ! What hands o…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 178

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…ve slipped from the yellow-gray; On the wings of song I have crossed the stream To the dawn of immortal youth— To the long-lost love-lit day When the gods in glamour and ruth Passed as a dream away, In a dream that was known for the truth. III AMOR INTELLECTUALIS THE soft, gray autumn’s radiant stars Bend down, like pallid nenuphars Over a woodland pool, and I See night, blind night, beyond the sky: Autumn in London, gray and gold. Autumn in London, chaste and cold. By woodland ways, with silent tread, Pass, dusty dreams! dreams dim and dead 14…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 178

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…ve slipped from the yellow-gray; On the wings of song I have crossed the stream To the dawn of immortal youth— To the long-lost love-lit day When the gods in glamour and ruth Passed as a dream away, In a dream that was known for the truth. III AMOR INTELLECTUALIS THE soft, gray autumn’s radiant stars Bend down, like pallid nenuphars Over a woodland pool, and I See night, blind night, beyond the sky: Autumn in London, gray and gold. Autumn in London, chaste and cold. By woodland ways, with silent tread, Pass, dusty dreams! dreams dim and dead 14…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 101

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…non. JASON. Nay, follow not! The Goddess were dis- pleased, Coming, to find our greatest hero gone. THESEUS. This is the midmost hour of day. JASON. Arise, All heroes, circling round the sacred stone In beautiful order and procession grave, While our chief priest, our mightiest in song, The dowered of Phoebus, great Oecager’s heir, Invokes that glory on the sacrifice That kindles all its slumber into life And vivid flame descending on the wheel And chariot of lightning, licking up | ‘The water of the loud-resounding sea Lustral, poured seven ti…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 270

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…arth: Earth gauche, void; deep, dark. God's Ghost stirred sea, God said ‘ Light!" "Twas. ‘Saw light, Good, split off dark, call’d light ‘day,’ dark ‘night.’ Eve, Morn, day I. ‘Said, ‘‘’Twixt wets be air, split wets !"’ ‘Madeair, split wets ‘neath air, wets top air; so. Call’d air ‘heav'n.’ Eve, morn, day II. ‘Said, ‘* Low wets, Cling close, show earth.” So. ‘Call’d dry ‘earth,’ wet ‘sea.’ Rubbed hands, smacked lips, said ‘ good.’ [Here John was seized By order of Augustus. He maintained, In spite of the imperial holograph, ‘My seizer must be Ca…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 12

The Mother’s Tragedy

…r, ‘‘ The Horror, the immense profundity, ‘The stealthy, secret passes of thy Bower! ‘Thee we adore and praise “Whose breast is broad as day’s; ‘‘ Thee, thee, the mistress of the barren sea, “‘ Deep, deadly, poisonous; “‘ Accept the life of us, ‘‘ Dwell in our midst; yea, show thy cruelty! ‘‘ Suck out the life and breath ‘‘ From breast that quickeneth. “ Such pain is death, “ Such terror, such delight—all, all is unto thee!” I too, I also, I have known thy kiss. I also drank the milk that poisons man, Sought to assume the impenetrable bliss By …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 130

Ambergris

…e, the orient oval of the dawn. Light’s graven old cartouche is sealed upon the for- est : groves are gray With filtered glamours of the day, the steely ray flung off his shield. She kneels, yon spirit of the earth ; she kneels and looks toward the east. In her gray eyes awakes the beast from slumber into druid mirth. She is amazed, she, eager, she, exotic orchid of the glade ! She waits the ripe, exultant blade, life tempered by eternity. And I who witness am possessed by awe grown crimson with desire, Its iron image wrapped in fire and brande…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 215

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

…wering unto the thirty- six Decans of the Zodiac. Commencing from the sign Aries, the Ceu/m! Decans of each sign follow the order of the Days of the Week Thus— CARD ἕξἆτἓζξ MEANING DAY 3 of Wands?זEstablished Strength 0 6 ,, Ρ. 8 Material Success l) 9 ,, S, π Despair and Cruelty e“ 3 ,, C, az Abundance E! 6 ,, W. 52 Victory 4 9 .. Ρ. "k Material Gain 52 3 ,, S. Δ Sorrow '1 6 ,, C, m, Pleasure Θ 9 ,, W. φ Great Strength (< 3 n Ρ VX Material Works 6 6 ,, S. : Earned Success ä 9 ,, C. X Material Happiness Αι Being thus the Four Threes, Sixes, and …

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1912 · PDF PAGE 215

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

…wering unto the thirty- six Decans of the Zodiac. Commencing from the sign Aries, the Ceu/m! Decans of each sign follow the order of the Days of the Week Thus— CARD ἕξἆτἓζξ MEANING DAY 3 of Wands?זEstablished Strength 0 6 ,, Ρ. 8 Material Success l) 9 ,, S, π Despair and Cruelty e“ 3 ,, C, az Abundance E! 6 ,, W. 52 Victory 4 9 .. Ρ. "k Material Gain 52 3 ,, S. Δ Sorrow '1 6 ,, C, m, Pleasure Θ 9 ,, W. φ Great Strength (< 3 n Ρ VX Material Works 6 6 ,, S. : Earned Success ä 9 ,, C. X Material Happiness Αι Being thus the Four Threes, Sixes, and …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 271

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…e promontory, Snatch my pale body in mid over-song ; Drag me from sight of my Apollo’s glory With horses strong. Nay! as Apollo half the day is shrouded, As Artemis twice seven nights is dark ; Surely he shines in other lands unclouded, Surely her shaft shall find another mark. So dawns the day on Acheron ghost-crowded, And on my bark. I know not how yon world may prove, nor whither Hermes conduct me to what farther end. Yet if these bays abide, this heart not wither, 7 It cannot be I shall not find a friend. Some pale immortal lover draw me th…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 68

Jephthah

…e, wreathed By the fingers of the maid Each has chosen for a mate, When the west wind lately breathed Murmurs in the wanton glade Of the day that dawneth late In a maiden’s horoscope, Dawning faith and fire and hope On the spring that only knew Flowers and butterflies and dew, Skies and seas and mountains blue, On the spring that wot not of Fruit and falling leaves and love ; Never dew-dashed foreheads fair Shall salute the idle air; Never feet shall wander deep | Where the fronds of fern, asleep, Kiss her rosy feet that pass On the spangled su…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 55

Songs of the Spirit

…he way, The blood-wrought mystic path of Paradise That leads at last through yonder icy spray Of Death to the blue vaults of the undying day. But oh ! this desert is a weary land, Poisons alone their prickly heads lift high ; The sun, a globe of fury, still doth stand In the dark basin of the burning sky. There is no water, no, nor herb, and I 45

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1901 · PDF PAGE 34

The Soul of Osiris

…n betrayed, and doomed Already, I arose and went, And wrestled with myself, consumed With passion for that sacrament Of shame. From that day unto this My cheek desires that hideous kiss. Her hate, her scorn, her cruel blows, Fill my whole life, consume my breath ; Her red-fanged hatred in me glows ; I lust for her, and hell, and death ; I see that ghastly look, and yearn Toward the brands of her that burn. Sleep shuns me ; dreams divide the night (My parched throat thirsty for her veins), That she and I with deep delight Suck from death’s womb …

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