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Page 5 of 1961907 · PDF PAGE 60
…urning path , and in this case the fair damozel is Molly Tyson , and the first scene of their meeting is most typical : Sir Percy . Ah , love , love , how I love you. This is the world ! Love ! Love ! I love you so , my darling . Oh my white golden heart of glory !' Eternity is moulded in form of her kiss , and even if “ Hell belch its monsters one by one to stop the way ! I would be there ” cries Sir Percy as he and Molly rush backwards and forwards kissing and kissing before they can finally part . And no sooner has he parted with her , havin…
1902 · PDF PAGE 7
DEDICATION I SHALL not tell thee that I love thee ! Nay ! by the Star in Heaven burning, Its ray to me at midnight turning To tell me that it beams above thee — Nay ! though thou wert, as I am, yearning, I should not tell thee that I love thee ! I know what secret thought once blossomed Into a blush that seemed a kiss, Some swift suppressed extreme of bliss In thy most fearful sigh embosomed. What oracle should prate of this ? I know the secret thought that blossomed ! Extol the truth of love's disdain ! Love, daring by no glance to gladden A h…
1905 · PDF PAGE 257
…. I shall sing in other key. [Szzys. He is the equal of the gods, my queen, He crowned and chosen out of men, Who sits beside thee, sees Love's laughing ecstasies Flame in thy face, and alter then To the low light of passion dimly seen In shaded woods and dells, Love’s wide demesne. But me! I burn with love! My lips are wan ! Thy face is turned—I flame! I melt! I fall! My heart is chilled and dark; My soul’s ethereal spark Is dulled for sorrow ; my despairs recall At last Thy name, O gracious Paphian, Lady of Mercy to the love of man ! Come, co…
1898 · PDF PAGE 79
A PAEAN IN THE SPRINGTIDE 73 Sweeter than lips could have told, who loved better only to kiss ; Sweeter than hands could have written, who took delight in the glories Fierce of a triple embrace, a fadeless implacable bliss. Love is a sword whose blade is red, Love is a deed whose fruit is dead ; Love is a tiger, fierce of power, Easily fades a spring-tide flower. Death shall come slow and soft, with the stealthy tread of a leopard ; While the few stars have grown dim, as he seeks for an innocent prey. Death shall pounce soon on the fold, where …
1909 · PDF PAGE 13
…and store of women and spices; ye shall wear rich jewels; ye shall exceed the nations of earth in splendour and pride; but always in the love of me, and so shall ye come to my joy. I charge you earnestly to come before me in a single robe, and covered with a rich head-dress. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am all pleasure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come unto me! 62. At all my meetings with you shall the prie…
1909 · PDF PAGE 45
XVI Let me take leave of you as heretofore With solemn kiss and sacred reverence ! I love you better and I love you more Daily, and whether you are hither or hence. I adore you as I adore the holy ones That do abide exalted in their shrine Starry beyond mere splendour of stars and suns, Drunken beyond mere Dionysian wine. Thus do I hold you; thus F pray you hold Me as a secret and a blessed chrism That you have gained to adorn your house ofgold By some strange silent sacred exorcism. You have said 'I love you' — sacraments are true ~ I exchange…
1926 · PDF PAGE 12
…and store of women and spices; ye shall wear rich jewels; ye shall exceed the nations of earth in splendour and pride; but always in the love of me, and so shall ye come to my joy. I charge you earnestly to come before me in a single robe, and covered with a rich head-dress. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am all pleasure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come unto me! 62. At all my meetings with you shall the prie…
1905 · PDF PAGE 178
…o the gloom Laps them in waves as smooth as wine, As glowing as the fery womb Of some young tigress, dark as doom, And swift as sunrise. Love’s content Builds its own mystic monument, And carves above its vaulted tomb The Phoenix on her fery plume, To their own souls to testify Their kisses’ immortality. THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE. O CRIMSON cheeks of love’s fierce fever ! O amber skin, electric to the kiss ! O eyes of sin! O bosom of my bliss ! Sorrow, the web, is spun of Love the weaver. Twelve moons have circled in their seasons 3 The earth has…
1898 · PDF PAGE 72
…ow with shy sweet fire, Song lingers on thy beauty till it dies In awe and longing on the smitten lyre : Maid of dark eyes. Grant me thy love, earth’s last surpassing prize, Me, cast upon the faggots of love’s pyre For love of the white bosom that underlies The subtle passion of thy snowy attire, The shadowy secret of thine amorous thighs, The inmost shrine of my supreme desire, Maid of dark eyes ! 2 Boy of red lips, pale face, and golden hair, Of dreamy eyes of love, and finger-tips Rosy with youth, too fervid and too fair, Boy of red lips.
1898 · PDF PAGE 63
We shall regather where the skies are blue And live and love for aye, pure, passionate, and true. Also before my eyes there gleams from Heaven The likeness of a Man in glory set ; The sun is blotted, and the skies are riven— A God flames forth my spirit to beget ; And where my body and his love are met A new desire possesses altogether My whole new self as in a golden net Of transcendental love one fiery tether, Dissolving all my woe into one sea of weather. So I am ready to assume the Cross, Start on my journey with the last word said ; Turn m…
1904 · PDF PAGE 70
56 WHY JESUS WEPT. ANGELA. Ah, Percy, bend you over me ! Bend deep ! Kiss my own eyelids out of tender sleep Into exasperate love ! Bend close ! Fill me, thy golden rose, With dew of thy dear kisses ! SIR PERCY. Ay, again ! Love, love, these raptures are like springtide rain Nesting among green leaves. ANGELA. The Lady of Love weaves Fresh nets of gossamer for thee and me. O take not back thy lips, even to sing ! SIR PERCY. Come, rich, come overrolling ecstasy ! I am like to die with joy of everything. ANGELA. Die, then, and kiss me dead ! SIR …
1903 · PDF PAGE 41
…r-minded : passing the low bound Of man’s poor law we leapt at last and found Passion ; and passing the dim halls disgraced Found higher love and larger and more chaste, A calm sphinx waiting in secluded ground. Hear the sad rhyme of how love turned to lust, And lust invigorated love, and love Shone brighter for the stain it rose above, Gathering roses from the quickening dust ; And faith despoiled and desecrated trust Wore pearlier plumes of a diviner dove. 21
1910 · PDF PAGE 113
104 AMBERGRIS OTHER LOVE SONGS Edith Speak, O my sister, O my spouse, speak, speak ! Sigh not, but utter the intense award Of infinite love ; arise, burn cheek by cheek ! Dart, eyes of glory ; live, O lambent sword O the hearts gold rushing over mount and moor Of sunlit rapture ! rise all runes above, Dissolve thyself into one molten lure, Invisible core of the visible flame of love ! Heart of the sun of rapture, whirling ever ; Strength of the sight of eagles, pierce the foam Of ecstasys irremeable river, And race the rhythm of laughter to i…
1911 · PDF PAGE 57
VI THREE POEMS FOR JANE CHERON Oh, your love was a marvellous thing, [63111161 It was dawn, it was fire, it was birth, it was spring, Jeanne! But this is the curse, that it quickens its rate, Lest man by love should escape from fate And win from the dust to the Uncreate, Jeanne ! Nay, we are lovers, you and I— And we must die, and our love must die! How have we striven, each of us, Jeanne! To break the bars of the prison-house, Jeanne! We have raged like cats in a ring of fire, Driven by desire that was true Desire, The hate οί the lower, the lov…
1911 · PDF PAGE 57
VI THREE POEMS FOR JANE CHERON Oh, your love was a marvellous thing, [63111161 It was dawn, it was fire, it was birth, it was spring, Jeanne! But this is the curse, that it quickens its rate, Lest man by love should escape from fate And win from the dust to the Uncreate, Jeanne ! Nay, we are lovers, you and I— And we must die, and our love must die! How have we striven, each of us, Jeanne! To break the bars of the prison-house, Jeanne! We have raged like cats in a ring of fire, Driven by desire that was true Desire, The hate οί the lower, the lov…
1907 · PDF PAGE 90
THE VIRGIN 83 Yet Alice is full of fear ; they question their love , and Love conquers . The still horror creeps silently on , enveloping them in the shroud that man has woven as the garment of love : Since our pure shame unworthily destroys The love of all she had , her girls and boys , Her home , their lives : and yet my whisper stirs Into live flame her passion , and deters Her fear from spurning all the day's due joys ." The pudibonderie of the English would call this lust . Indeed , drunken on their own crapulous imagination , choked by th…
1913 · PDF PAGE 57
…the circle is Red. My colour is black to the blind, but the blue & gold are seen of the seeing. Also I have a secret glory for them that love me. 61. But to love me is better than all things: if under the night-stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the Serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all; but whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gather goods and store of women and sp…
1913 · PDF PAGE 57
…the circle is Red. My colour is black to the blind, but the blue & gold are seen of the seeing. Also I have a secret glory for them that love me. 61. But to love me is better than all things: if under the night-stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the Serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all; but whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gather goods and store of women and sp…
1903 · PDF PAGE 67
We love, and keep ourselves apart : Mouth unto mouth, heart unto heart, Thus ever, never otherwise. The soul is out of me, and swings In desperate and strange surmise About the inmost heart of things. This is all strange : but is not life, Death, all, most strange, not to be told, Not to be understood by strife Of brain, nor bought for gleaming gold, Nor known by aught but love? And love Far from resolving soul to sense, Stands isolated and above Immaculate, alone, intense, Concentrate on itself. But should The lesser leave me, as it might ; Th…
1930 · PDF PAGE 100
let not the Philosophus despise any form of love, but harmonise ail. As it is written: Liber LXV. 32. aSo therefore Perfection abideth not in the Pinnacles or in the Foundation, but in the harmony of One with ail.” Second, if any part of this love exceed, there is disease therein. As, in the love of Othello for Desdemona, lovées jealousy over- came love’s tenderness, so may it be in in this love of a particular Deity. And this is more likely, since in this divine love no élément may be omitted. It is by virtue of this completeness that no human…