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…wn of flame, The monolithic core of mystical Red fury that is called a woman's heart) Sinking, I say, from the supreme embrace. The Good-night kisses ; sinking into sleep — What dreams betoken the dread solitude ? Venus. What dreams ? Ah, dreamest not of me, my knight ? Of vast caresses that include all worlds ? Of transmutation into molten steel Fusing with my intolerable gold In the red crucible of alchemy. That is— of clay ? Tannhauser. I dream of no such thing. But of Thy likeness have I often seen The vast presentment—formless, palpable, B…
1910 · PDF PAGE 430
…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
1910 · PDF PAGE 430
…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
1912 · PDF PAGE 20
…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.
1913 · PDF PAGE 29
…bright with many a spark Of memory to make me writhe and weep : Because I cannot sleep For thorny to my side is all my bed , And all the night is stubble to my soul , And all my pillow nettles to my head Because my mouth demands a spell to say , And misery demands her lawful toll Of inexpressive words , which I must pay , I set my hands towards you through the gloom , I set my painful love against the beat Of my blood 's fountain , set aside the throng Of devils , bid your presence fill the room , I cry to you , and call your shadow sweet , I m…
1913 · PDF PAGE 190
…- lest we fail to know One lavish moment 's poignant loveliness ,- ) How in the grey streets passeth to and fro Shrill - crying , lost , night - blinded bitterness . 171
1913 · PDF PAGE 184
…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
1913 · PDF PAGE 184
…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
1907 · PDF PAGE 199
…ow In Tartarus steep, O song of me, follow ! I flee to the deep. That word of Apollo Shall shudder and leap ; That word in the uttermost night shall awake them who know not of sleep. Ilear, O ye Three, In the innermost pit Dwellers that be! Tartarus, split ! Arise unto me For I call ye with wit Of the words that constrain and compel, of the summons ordered and fit! O daughter of Earth, Tisiphone dread, The ophidian girth, And the blood-dripping head, In hideous mirth Bring living and dead To torture! Arise! I conjure by the might of the words I…
1898 · PDF PAGE 76
…om 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 !
1899 · PDF PAGE 46
… will ye follow Jephthah? Hail! SOLDIERS. We follow Jephthah to the death. All hail! JEPHTHAH. Go then, refresh yourselves, and sleep to-night. I will send messages to their dread lord Demanding his fell purpose, threatening ‘ My present aid to you with men of valour Chosen of all your tribes, and charging him As he loves life, and victory, to content His army with their present brief success, Lest he pass by the barrier of our suffering, And find our wrath no broken sword, and find Despair more terrible than hope. Go now. A SOLDIER. We go, my …
1899 · PDF PAGE 54
…eft her, Archais Lift up her voice and prayed with zeal divine To Aphrodite, who from her far shrine Heard and flew fast to aid over the night-clad brine. PRAYER OF ARCHAIS O Mother of Love, By whom the earth and all its fountains move In harmony, Hear thou the bitter overwhelming cry Of me, who love, who am about to die Because of love. O Queenliest Shrine, Keeper of keys of heaven, most divine Yet Queen of Pain,
1901 · PDF PAGE 51
… lea, The light of my spirit with me, Sharp limbs in close agony curled. The noise of the music of sleep, The breath of the wings of the night, The song of the magical deep, The sighs of the spirits that weep, Make murmur to tune our delight. Slow feet are our measures that move ; Swift songs are more soft than the breeze ; Our mouths are made mute for our love ; Our eyes are made soft as the dove ; We mingle and move as the seas. The light of the passionate dawn That kissed us, and would not awaken, Grew golden and bold on the lawn, The rays o…
1905 · PDF PAGE 136
…our people pass, As snow on summer hills, As dew upon the grass, As one that love fulfils, If he in folly wills Love a lass. Yet on this night of smiles and tears A maiden is the theme. The universe appears An idle summer dream Lost in the grey supreme Mist of years.
1910 · PDF PAGE 174
THE GREY NIGHT. I2I To grind thee in the mills of martyrdom, That at last thy spirit may fully come To understand and to repent — Else might thy new-born strength relent And all thy father’s hate corrode Thy will, as the breath of a bloat toad Might rot the lungs of a young child. Then were indeed the earth defiled And the sole seedling that must lurk In the desert world — waste by thy Work — Itself its loveliness transplant To a flawless field whose grace should grant Life to that bright inhabitant. ISSA These eyes are blind with blood and tea…
1912 · PDF PAGE 59
…hen doth he muse thereat morose, When in one wild cascade of light The 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 gleefu…
1913 · PDF PAGE 138
…; neither live nor die ; Nor quicken , nor consume truth or lie : All things reveal them , nothing can illume .” So spake the voice on a night , 119
1930 · PDF PAGE 51
…me jewels! Drink to me, for I love you! I love you! I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset. I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky. To me! To me! The PRIEST mounts the second ste'p. The PRIEST. O secret of secrets that art hidden in the being of ail that lives, not Thee do we adore, for that which adoreth is also Thou. Thou art That, and That am I. I am the flame that burns in every heart of man, and in the core of every star. I am Life, and the giver of Life, yet therefore is the knowledge of me the knowledge of death. I am alo…
1898 · PDF PAGE 84
…drum. Throbs the wild sound through the storm, and the wings of it waken and quiver, Only the watcher, unmoved, looks on the face of the night ; Sees the strong hosts that unite, a fervent implac- able river Foaming from heaven and hell, two armies of crimson and white ; Flecked is the sky with their blood shed as by sabres of light. Now they are clutching his arms, the phantoms that throng there behind him, Foul and distorted, whose sight may not on men ever dawn ; Now they entice and entreat, now strive with fresh fury to bind him, Cords that…
1898 · PDF PAGE 75
… Till my hand and my mouth are united In caresses that shake thee and smite, While the stars hide their lustre affrighted In measureless night. I will neither delay nor dissemble But utter my love in thine ear Though my voice and my countenance tremble With a passion past pity and fear ; I will speak from my heart till thou listen With the soft sound of wings of a dove, Till thine eyes answer back till they glisten O Lucius, love ! I will touch thee but once with a finger, But thy vitals shall shudder and smart, And the smile through thy sorrow…