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…y! (Oh! that a woman ever went Through course of science, full and whole, Without the loss of beauty’s scent, And grace, and subtlety of soul. Ah God! this Law maketh hearts ache, “Who eateth shall not have his cake.”) 32
…ering flame that nods, Kissing the brows that bend, Uniting all earths periods To one exalted end ! Still on the mystic Tree of Life My soul is crucified : Still strikes the sacrificial knife Where lurks some serpent-eyed Fear, passion, or mans deadly wife Desire, the suicide !
… tt ;} Ipromtsed 7t;* and I hope you will like tt. Can [do more than make your Brixton my deus ex machind ? You see, when I wrote ‘* The Soul of Osiris,” Europe was my utmost tn travel. To-day, what country of the globe has not shuddered with the joy of my presence? The virgin snows of Chogo Ri, the gloomy jungles of Burma, filled with savage buffaloes and mur- derous Chins; the peace of Watkiki, the breeding hopeful putrefaction of America, the lonely volcanoes of Mexico, the everlasting Jurnace sands of Egypt—all these have known me. Travel t…
…n. The sun hangs high, as in the Arabian tale Enchanted palaces defy the gale, Perched upon airy mountains, on the wing Of genii poised, souls suffering and pale With their long labour: wizard spire and dome That maidens grown magicians had for home, | Where the charmed sword and graven talisman Held them supremely floating on the foam Where cloudier seas innavigably roll, Misty with elemental shape or soul, Thin grey essential nebulz of man, Caught in the mesh of magical control! 130
…luminous! The Temple of its own desire The Temple of the Rosy Cross! As Horus sped the flame, Harpocrates Receive the flame, and set the soul at ease. I who was One am One, all light Balanced within me, ordered right, As it was ever to the initiate’s ken, Is now, and shall be evermore. Amen. THE ASCENT UNTO DAATH Come unto Me, ye, the Divine Lords of the Forces of In- telligence: Whose Abode is in the Place of the Gathering of the Waters: Come unto Me, ye in whom the Secrets of Truth have their Abiding. Come unto Me, O Tzaphqial, Aralim, Qashia…
…luminous! The Temple of its own desire The Temple of the Rosy Cross! As Horus sped the flame, Harpocrates Receive the flame, and set the soul at ease. I who was One am One, all light Balanced within me, ordered right, As it was ever to the initiate’s ken, Is now, and shall be evermore. Amen. THE ASCENT UNTO DAATH Come unto Me, ye, the Divine Lords of the Forces of In- telligence: Whose Abode is in the Place of the Gathering of the Waters: Come unto Me, ye in whom the Secrets of Truth have their Abiding. Come unto Me, O Tzaphqial, Aralim, Qashia…
…reatens the world ? That Art and Love and Beauty, to renew Their glory, must be bathed in their own blood ? But who shall understand the Soul of Pan ? Involved in All and still apart from All ! For steeped therein as I am all my life, I know but exquisite beatitude, Knowing the whole, Then who shall know or care What may befall the part ? One must remain ; Many must change. Then all is well. The strife Is but the ferment of the forward still Immune from grief, intolerant of ill, Fronting the double foe — of pain and joy — With equal eye — in th…
* ENID WELSFORD . “ My grief on the sea , How the waves of it roll ! For they heave between me And the love of my soul !” ( Douglas Hyde . From the Irish ). Look above , look below , look around on every side ! Dank grass , bent trees and nothing else you see , Why talk you then so wildly of the rolling of the tide , The wind that stirs bad weather up , a ship that sails the sea ? Do you see him , do you see him ? He 's standing by the mast . Come back , come back ! Oh will you never hear ? He stands upright , half smiling , with his face towar…
… My great love's lifted wing Weakens, unwearying, And droops with me, Seeing the sun-kindled hair Close in the face more fair, The sweet soul shining there For God to see. Surely some angel shed Flowers for the maiden head, Ephemeral flowers ! I yearn, not comforted. My heart has vainly bled - Through age-long hours. To thee my spirit turns ; My bright soul aches and burns, As a dry valley yearns For spring and showers. Splendid, remote, a fane Alone and unprofane, I know thy breast. These bitter tears of pain Flood me, and fall again Not into …
…heir love abides That passes not beneath their tides, And whoso bathes in light of theirs, And water, changes unawares To be no separate soul, but be Himself the moon and sea. Not all the wealth that flowers shed, And sacred streams, on that calm head; Not all the earth’s spell-weaving dream And scent of new-turned earth shall seem Again indeed his mother’s breast To breathe like sleep and give him rest; Fe lives or dies in subtler swoon Between the sea and moon. So standing, gliding, undeterred By any her alluring word That calls from older fo…
… adorns Too well a queen whose promises are foam. And she, indignant, would have hied her home And left him to despair, but pitying His soul struck through with darts : A bitter Thing (She cried) thou sayest, yet perchance my power Is not as great as thine, for while I cower Under the lash of Zeus, stand thou upright, And laugh him to his beard for all his spite. I, even now beneath his doom ? Even thou ! For learn this law, writ large upon the brow Of white Olympus, writ by him who made Thee, yea and Zeus, of whom is Zeus afraid
…shing dawn Leaps from the girdling bastions, where the light Flames from the talisman as if a fawn Glode through the thickets, where the soul, 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 …
…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 passionate Imperial ecstacies of fate. Destiny ; manhood; fear…
…“Dost thou remember our old ecstasy? " “Why do you wish to remind me?" "Does thy heart beat still at my name, and glow ? " Seest than my soul in dreams, dear?” “ No." Ι5
…“Dost thou remember our old ecstasy? " “Why do you wish to remind me?" "Does thy heart beat still at my name, and glow ? " Seest than my soul in dreams, dear?” “ No." Ι5
… 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 the borders of her house.
Up still and staggering to the doubtful goal, Feet dragging horribly behind, I move Deathlike for dearth and for despair of soul ; At last I drop. From Heaven there comes a Dove Bearing the semblance of the Man I love, And fountains and fresh grass by magic spell Are suddenly around me. And above I hear the voice my visions know so well : “ Well striven all this day against the power of Hell ! ” I know these mercies still diviner grow Each day I strive, but should I sit and rest One hour of dawn, and cry, “ I will not go Another step without mo…
…d on the fiery lawn Where the wash of the waves of thy native bays Laps weary limbs, that of thee have drawn Laughter and fire for their souls in pawn. O thy strong sons ! they are dark as night, Cruel and barren and false as the sea, They have cherished Hell for the love of thee, Filled with thy lust and abundant might, Filled with the phantom desire to free Body and soul from the sound and sight Of a world and a God that doth not right.
…! O dream of delight! How splendid the sight for the dwellers of Greece! Gained is the guerdon! The prize is won. The fleecy burden, The soul of the sun! The toil is over; the days discover high joys that hover of lover and lover, and fates above her are fallen and done. JASON, Queen of this people! O my heart’s desire Spotless, the Lady of my love, and friends By whose heroic ardours I am found Victor at last, well girded with the spoil Of life in gleaming beauty, and this prize Thrice precious, my Medea—all is won! Needs only now the favourin…
100 THE EQUINOX As who should sweat his soul out through the skin And find (sad fool !) he had begot All that without him that he had left in, And in himself All he had taken out thereof, a mocking elf ! XXII But now that all was gone, great Pan appeared. Him then I strove to woo, to win, Kissing his curled lips, playing with his beard, Setting his brain a-shake, a-spin, By that strong wand, and muttering of the weird That only I Knew of all souls alive or dead beneath the sky. XXIII So still I conquered, and the vision passed. Yet still was be…