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Page 46 of 1541909 · PDF PAGE 172
THE ORGAN IN KING'S CHAPEL, CAMBRIDGE THEN silence, and the veil of light is raised And darkness seen behind. Now softly sound The Angels’ herald-trumpets, calling round Thunders and mighty winds and powers amazed. Now laden with the spirit of man’s hand There bursts an awful clarion-shout and brings Strange whispering and rushing of strange wings Battling, and furtive secrets of command. Down from the height and up from the abyss Are swept dominion, power, angel, throne, For unimaginable ends, and hiss, And fall. The heralds trumpet ; they are…
1909 · PDF PAGE 172
THE ORGAN IN KING'S CHAPEL, CAMBRIDGE THEN silence, and the veil of light is raised And darkness seen behind. Now softly sound The Angels’ herald-trumpets, calling round Thunders and mighty winds and powers amazed. Now laden with the spirit of man’s hand There bursts an awful clarion-shout and brings Strange whispering and rushing of strange wings Battling, and furtive secrets of command. Down from the height and up from the abyss Are swept dominion, power, angel, throne, For unimaginable ends, and hiss, And fall. The heralds trumpet ; they are…
1913 · PDF PAGE 166
VICTOR B . NEUBURG . UNDER MAGDALEN BRIDGE . THE lapping, lapping, lapping of the stream 1 Makes songs around my lazy-light canoe ; The soft brown haze of dusk shines softly through The dripping trees, and the damp meadows seem A plateau as of lost desire , a dream That melts from gold to gray : a soft breeze blew Across the brow of waking night, and dew Re-bathes the earth that grows a fading gleam . The sleepy river ripples , ripples ever Betwixt the old brown wall and meadows trim ; The tideless song of Never , Never , Never Lulls the wet wo…
1898 · PDF PAGE 105
…s that rang Through all those nights of June ; Such nights when stars in slumber hang Beneath the quiet moon. Still, in those avenues of light, No maid, with golden zone, And lily garment that from sight Half hides the ivory throne, Lay in my arms the livelong night To call my soul her own. The Christ’s cold lips my lips did taste On Time’s disastrous tide, His bruiséd arms my soul embraced, My soul twice crucified ; 95
1898 · PDF PAGE 113
…nds the sheaves Of yellow hair more loose, and weaves More subtly bars of song, that bear Bright children of love debonair, And laughter lightly comes, and reaves The garland from our sorrow’s brow, Life rises up, is girt with song, Joy fills the cup, that flashes clear. The year may fade in whispers now, Shadow and silence now may throng The seasons—we are happy here. Autumn is on us as we lie In creamy clouds of latticed light That hint at darkness, but descry
1904 · PDF PAGE 88
…ot those who ply the sail Before, the home! behind, the gale! JASON. Ah! I am torn, I am torn! MEDEA. God’s poet, hail! Help us, Apollo! Light of Sun, awake! This is the desperate hour. JASON. I have no strength. MEDEA. Beware the third, the awful ecstasy! ORPHEUS. A higher spell controls a lower song. Listen, they sing! JASON. Joy! Joy! they sing, they sing! LEUCOSIA. O lover, I am lonely here! O lover, I am weeping! Each pearl of ocean is a tear Let fall while love was sleeping. A tear is made of fire and dew And saddened with a smile; The su…
1905 · PDF PAGE 49
…ORRENTS Falling fast or lingering love-wise, Gathered into mirror-lakes, Floating sprayed through heaven dovewise, Dreaming, dashing; sunlight shakes Into million-coloured petals All our limpid drops, and wraps Earth with green, as water settles On the rocks and in their gaps, Mossy rainbow-tinted maidens, flowers and fernshoots in their laps. ORPHEUS Low down in the hollows And vales of the earth, What eagle-sight follows Your length and green girth? Your light is Apollo’s, Diana’s your mirth! Come forth! I invoke ye, O rivers, I have watched …
1905 · PDF PAGE 90
O beaten and blind In the light of my face! Heaven thunders behind, Hell shakes for a space, As I fling the loud sound to the sky, and the vaults of the Earth give place. O mystical tune Of a magic litten Of music, the moon, The stars unsmitten, The sun, the unhewn Stones deeply bitten By runic fingers of time, where decrees of the Fates are written| Time listens, obeys me; All Nature replies ; Nought avoids me, nor stays me, Not checks, nor defies. Tribute she pays me From seas unto skies. But Death—shall he heed me or hear? shall he list to t…
1910 · PDF PAGE 89
…mine hands, Murmurous and musical, I come from far-off lands To seek Thee who are All. Amid my warrior bands I rode in kingly wise : Thy light upon mine eyes !
1912 · PDF PAGE 9
…And set a thousand ladies free. Armed to the teeth, the glittering knight Galloped along the sounding shore, His silver arms one lake of light, Their clash one symphony of war. How still the blue enamoured sea Lay in the blaze of Syria’s noon! The eternal roll eternally Beat out its monotonic tune. Sir Palamede the Saracen A dreadful vision here espied, A sight abhorred of gods and men, Between the limits of the tide. The dead man’s tongue was torn away; The dead man’s throat was slit across ; There flapped upon the putrid prey A carrion, screa…
1911 · PDF PAGE 51
…eld Sebek my Lord in his glory. Many are the champions of life, but all are unhorsed by the lance of death. Many are the children of the light, but their eyes shall all be put out by the Mother Darkness. Many are the servants of love, but love (that is not quenched by aught but love) shall be put out, as the child taketh the wick of a taper between his thumb and finger, by the god that sitteth alone. And on her mouth, like a chrysanthemum of radiant light, is a kiss, and on it is the monogram I.H.S. The letters I.H.S. mean In Homini Salus and I…
1905 · PDF PAGE 73
…ear and true Bid my trump sound, ‘‘ Let all the earth be free!” With thine own strength and melody made strong, And filled with fire and light of thine own song. Only a boy’s wild songs, a boy’s desire, I bring with reverent hands. The task is ended— The twilight draws on me: the sacred fire Sleeps: I have sheathed my sword, my bow unbended : So for one hour I lay aside the lyre, And come, alone, unholpen, unbefriended, As streams get water of the sun-smit sea, Seeking my ocean and my sun in thee. Yea, with thy whirling clouds of fiery light In…
1911 · PDF PAGE 136
…hold, The Arrow! The plumes of Maat are its crown, set about the disk. It is the Ateph crown of Thoth, and there is the shaft of burning light, and beneath there is a silver wedge. I shudder and tremble at the vision, for all about it are whorls and torrents of tempestuous fire. The stars of heaven are caught in the ashes of the flame. And they are all dark. That which was a blazing sun is like a speck of ash. And in the midst the Arrow burns! I see that the crown of the Arrow is the Father of all Light, and the shaft of the Arrow is the Father…
1899 · PDF PAGE 237
… in the wild Caucasian night, The sleepless years Seem to pass by in garments white, _ Made white with tears, _ A pageant of intolerable light Across the sombre spheres, And, mingling with the tumult of the morn, Methought a single rose of blood was born. Far on the iron peaks a voice Crystal and cold, Sharper than sounds the auroch’s choice O’er wood and wold, A summons as of angels that rejoice, A pzan glad and bold, A mighty shout of infinite acclaim Shrieks through the sky some dread forgotten Name. Trembles the demon on his perch Of crags …
1905 · PDF PAGE 68
Emotion fills our souls, And love delights us well, And joy of sense full rolls; But leads us, and controls Life’s central citadel. Whence we were drawn who knows? Of law or Gods or chance? But, as life’s river flows, What Sea shall clasp and close Beyond blind circumstance? Such little power we own Of vague experience, And instinct to enthrone The life’s mere needs alone, Nor answer “why” and “ whence. Nor wandering in the night Our minds may apprehend Reflecting in pure light Of soul, what sound or sight May lead us to some end. We hear the d…
1909 · PDF PAGE 21
…lling on and on Far beyond Space to some dark-glimmering goal Where never a sun or star hath risen or shone ; Where we shall be the evil light beyond time, Beyond space, beyond thought, supreme in deathless pang : Nor shall a sound tnvade that hall of crime, Only the champing of the insatiate fang Of the undying worm our love, fast wed Unto — no happy end, Behold! I have said. — Th — I] The Alchemist
1910 · PDF PAGE 34
24 THE WIZARD WAY VELVET soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew Where its ray fell light as dew, Lighting up the shimmering veil Maiden pure and aery frail That the spiders wove to hide Blushes of the sylvan bride Earth, that trembled with delight At the male caress of Night. Velvet soft the wizard trod To the Sabbath of his God. With his naked feet he made Starry blossoms in the glade, Softly, softly, as he went To the sombre sacrament, Stealthy stepping to the tryst In his gown of amethyst. Earlier…
1913 · PDF PAGE 116
…f blue, God lifts to -night the moon 's pale ghost To make old blessings new . A thousand fire- flies star His way , A thousand candle - lights ; Earth lit by other every day Can light her Lord at nights . Tall palms rear stately heads to grace The coming of the King , Incense to smoke before his face A thousand flowers bring . And all the world , as Eden was , Is hushed in holy fear , Only small creatures shrill because God holds them very dear . For earth 's an altar ; Golgotha Forbids to flee the name ; And sad man wandering very far Finds s…
1913 · PDF PAGE 179
…ere ; “ Woman that you are , Mystery attracts us men Draws us from afar. Sea -nymph as you were, a thing Intangible , unknown , Like the light the sunbeams fling , Where the spray is blown . Sea -nymph have you ceased to be, Forfeited the whole Of that moonlight poetry Cherished by man 's soul . Still we seek the dim ideal As the moth the star , How for women can we feel That our seekings bar ? " Where the water meets the sands , All alone sat she , With her head between her hands , Facing from the sea . 160
1905 · PDF PAGE 45
… in death—the moth o’ th’ mind Tells the grief-numbéd senses ‘‘’Tis but sleep. See ! the pale glimmer of a ghostly arm Flashes a spot of light !”” Ah! weary day! "Tis but the flickering of the candle-light And the unmanning sorrow of the heart That lends the reins to fancy’s charioteer. Lay them together, let us leave them there! There comes a vision to my mortal eyes Of things immortal. swell Of some wild clarion through the dazzling night, Whose fairy zther suddenly illumes With silver meteors innumerable And golden showers of stars—lost worl…