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… near, Whispering enchanted words in every curving ear! 0 Dionysus, start As the Apollonian dart! Bury thy horned head in every bleeding heart ! Ist M.!ENAD. He is here! He is here I AUTONOE. Tigers, appear! AGAVE. To the clap of my hand And the whish of my wand, Obey! AUTONOE. Ι have found A chariot crowned With ivy and vine, And the laurel divine, And the clustering smell
… near, Whispering enchanted words in every curving ear! 0 Dionysus, start As the Apollonian dart! Bury thy horned head in every bleeding heart ! Ist M.!ENAD. He is here! He is here I AUTONOE. Tigers, appear! AGAVE. To the clap of my hand And the whish of my wand, Obey! AUTONOE. Ι have found A chariot crowned With ivy and vine, And the laurel divine, And the clustering smell
104 Yet was his heart immeasurably sad, For that no questing in his ear he had. Nay! he saw all. He saw the Curse That wrapped in ruin the World primeval. He saw the unborn Universe, And all its gods coeval. He saw, and was, all things at once In Him that is ; he was the stars, The moons, the meteors, the suns, All in one net of triune bars; Inextricably one, inevitably one, Immeasurable, immutable, immense Beyond all the wonder that his soul had won By sense, in spite of sense, and beyond sense. “Praise God!” quoth Palamede, “ by this I attain…
…ike fields of sunlit corn Meet for a bride on her bridal morn , Some , like the flame of her marriage fire , Or rich with the hue of her heart 's desire , Tinkling , luminous , tender and clear , Like her bridal laughter and bridal tear . Some are purple and cold - flecked grey , For her who has journeyed through life 's midway , Whose hands have cherished , whose love has blessed And cradled fair sons on her faithful breast , Who serves her household in fruitful pride , And worships the gods at her husband 's side . 168
…soul-tormenting violin that speaks Truth, and enunciates all my soul seeks, That binds my love in its desirous bands, And clutches at my heart, until there stands No fibre yet unshaken, while it wreaks In one sharp song the agony of weeks, And all my soul and body understands. The music changes, and I know that here, In these new melodies, a tongue of fire Leaps at each waving of the silver spear ; And all my sorrow dons delight’s attire Because the gate of Heaven is so near, And I have comprehended my desire. A VALENTINE. (FEB. 14, 1897.) Wuy …
…ep As to have murdered an old man, and him Thy father’s brother? JASON. Justice covers all. The Furies cannot follow if a man To his own heart be reconciled. They feed On his own bosom, nay ! are born thereof. An alien clan he might elude, but these, Blood of his blood, he shall nor slay nor *scape.’ My heart hath never pastured on regret Or pang for thee. My justice covers all. PELIAS. That one word “ justice ” covers all indeed To thine own self. But think’st thou for a word To ruin many years of commonweal, And poison in an hour the politics…
…et there taketh him A strong mans one short moment of despair. He fell, the last of Titans, his loose hair Tangled in roses ; while his heart and mind Broken and yet imperishable, blind, Hateful, desire they know not what, and turn Lastly to pray for death ; his wild eyes burn, And bitter tears divide his doubtful breath. So grew his anguish to accomplish death, Had not the goddess with the rosy shoon Stooped oer the silver surface of the moon To touch his brow with slumber, like a kiss Whose dreams perfused the name of Archais, Till the swee…
…the hard slave of day Groans once and dies : the sickly spouse can feel The cold touch kill the unborn child, and steal Up to her broken heart : the pale hours hang Like death upon the aged : the days clang Like prison portals on the folk of day. Yet for the children of the night they play Like fountains in the moonlight : for the few, The sorrowful, sweet faces of the dew, The laughter-loving daughters of the dawn, Whose moving feet make tremble all the lawn S
…nd be holy ! There, secret ! Know it! Now forget ! Now I have told thee that I love thee ! To me our Star in Heaven burning Tells me thy heart as mine is yearning ; Tells me Love's fragrance stolen above thee Thy soul to mine at last is turning Now I have told thee that I love thee I
…n to Fate! There is nor health nor happiness therein. Manhood is cowardice, and virtue sin. Intolerable blackness hems it in. Not hell’s heart hath so noxious a shade; Yet harmless and unharmed, and undismayed, Pines in her prison an unsullied maid. Penned by the master mage to his desire, She baffles his seductions and his ire, Praying God‘s all-annihilating fire. The Lord of Hosts gave ear unto her song: The Lord of Hosts waxed wrathful at her wrong. He loosed the hound of heaven from its thong. Violent and vivid smote the levin flash. Once the …
…n to Fate! There is nor health nor happiness therein. Manhood is cowardice, and virtue sin. Intolerable blackness hems it in. Not hell’s heart hath so noxious a shade; Yet harmless and unharmed, and undismayed, Pines in her prison an unsullied maid. Penned by the master mage to his desire, She baffles his seductions and his ire, Praying God‘s all-annihilating fire. The Lord of Hosts gave ear unto her song: The Lord of Hosts waxed wrathful at her wrong. He loosed the hound of heaven from its thong. Violent and vivid smote the levin flash. Once the …
ROSA MUNDI AND OTHER LOVE-SONGS 1905 I. Rose of the World ! Red vlory ot the secret heart of Love : Red flame, rose-red, most subily curled Into its own infinite flower, all flowers above ! Its flower in its own perfumed passion, Its faint sweet passion, folded and furled In flower fashion ; And my deep spirit taking its pure part Of that voluptuous heart Of hidden happiness ! 2. Arise, strong bow of the young child Eros ! (While the maddening moonlight, the memoried caress Stolen of the scented rose Stirs me and bids each racing pulse ache, ac…
…d yet Given me not to forget The foaming cloud that shaped itself a rose, Whose steady passion glows Within the secretest fortress of my heart, Because, my God, Thou Art, And I am chosen of Thee for this folk, To break the foreign yoke, Therefore, Existence of Existence, hear! Bend low Thine holy ear, And make Thyself, unseen, most terrible To these fierce fiends of hell That torture holiest ears with false complaint: Bend down, and bid me faint Into the arms of night, to see Thine hosts March past the holy coasts, A wall of golden weapons for …
That fell like dew from the heart-hungry skies. But when I came between the hills, behold The moons silver and gold Stood in the zenith, that I lost my guide. There stood I passion-pale Like a lost lamb that seeks the starry fold Within that warm and scented vale Clothed with narcissus, hyacinth, tuberose, Snowdrop and lily, all white, all cream, all gold, With never a blush like dawns to flush or fail Upon their garden-close. O wide is the world, wide, wide ! Be sure that I was lost, Lost, lost for ever ; are there palimpsests Wherein a man …
…er and his beloved boy Unite above in the ecstatic state. Nor doth the Sufi need a heaven in Heaven :— Earth’s heaven to who hath God to heart for mate ! And if at first thy virgin podex bled4— He smiteth, for He is compassionate ! O Zahid, hear thou El Qahar5 the wise : “ By love hate ends ; hate never ends by hate.”6 1. They who worship Allah give pleasure to themselves, but He profiteth not at all there- by. [Mahbub’s comment]. 2. This doctrine of Freewill as the prize of Theurgy is curiously parallel to that of Zoroaster,
…he lover in a kiss ; But to divide the inmost marrow With that ensanguine arrow ; But to unite each bleeding part Of that most universal heart ; Leaving us slaves, and kings ; Bound, and with eagles wings ; One soul, comprising all that may be thought, One soul, conscious of naught. II Rose of the World ! Your mystic petals spread Like wings over my head. The tide of burning blood upon my face Drowns all the floating images That danced their spectre saraband In Bacchic race, phastastical embrace,
… And make surrender of myself again ; The misty hill , the leaden stream below Are waiting to accept me when I will , And if my stubborn heart and hands complain A slow wind moves upon the misty hill And whispers to me here of peace and rest , Of union with stone and grass and tree , Where being sleeps and is not cursed or blessed , Where hands can never feel and eyes not see , Where life and death alike are grey , In this grey land that sucks my life away .
… of the days , Which the sun weaves of shattered light and air The sun deceives , Darkness alone all secrets doth declare . Not when the heart is glad and swells with loud Paean of youth , Or triumph of maturer years , Can it draw near to knowledge . Tears And sorrow , sorrow , are the soul of truth . Not because all is sadness Inevitably : the joys that do obscure Are no less real Than sorrows which reveal ; But joy the spendthrift reckons not in pence The things that make his gladness , But grief a strict accountant will commence To tell base…
MARSYAS. THE EQUINOX Master of my fate, to rise To imperial destinies; With the sun’s ensanguine dart Spear-bright in my blazing heart, And my being’s basil-plant Bright and hard as adamant! Yonder, faintly luminous, The yellow desert waits for us. Lithe and eager, hand in hand, We travel to the lonely land. There, beneath the stars, the smoke Of our incense shall invoke The Queen of Space; and subtly She Shall bend from Her infinity Like a lambent flame of blue, Touching us, and piercing through All the sense-webs that we are, As the zethyr pe…
MARSYAS. THE EQUINOX Master of my fate, to rise To imperial destinies; With the sun’s ensanguine dart Spear-bright in my blazing heart, And my being’s basil-plant Bright and hard as adamant! Yonder, faintly luminous, The yellow desert waits for us. Lithe and eager, hand in hand, We travel to the lonely land. There, beneath the stars, the smoke Of our incense shall invoke The Queen of Space; and subtly She Shall bend from Her infinity Like a lambent flame of blue, Touching us, and piercing through All the sense-webs that we are, As the zethyr pe…