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…t your treasure Of cinnamon curls! Tremble with pleasure, O wonder of girls! Il. Rest is bliss, And bliss is rest, Give me a kiss If you love me best! Hold me like this With my head on your breast! 18
LOVE-SONGS 57 And now the sea is loose and loud; Tremendous the typhoon Sweeps from the westward as a shroud, Wrapping some great god in a cloud, Abolishing the moon. And faster flying and faster still They gallop fast and faster. ‘© Turn, turn thy rein!” she shrieked again, “°Tis edged with sore disaster.” He looked her through with sight and will :— The pale bride knew her master. And now the skies are black as ink, The nightmare shoreward springs ; The lightning stoops to let them drink. They hold each other close, and think Unutterable thin…
…thou ? Even now the white flames kindle on thy universal brow. I hear white serpents hiss and wild black dragons roll ; And the storm of love is on thee—ah ! shall it touch thy soul? Nay, O my mother, in eternal calm thy virginal depths lie. The peace of God, that passeth understanding, that am [! Even I, perceiving deeply beneath the eyes of flame The soul that, kindling, is not kindled: I have known thy Name. Awake, O soaring billows! Lighten the raging dome, Wrap the wide horizon in a single cloak of flaming foam, Leap in your fury! Beat upo…
…these fickle wines to weep For one day Lethe on my threatening fear— Wine makes the ear more sharp, the eye more clear. I have sought in Love forgetfulness and sleep— My love’s a bed of needles made to pierce, That drink be given to these women fierce ! LA BEATRICE As I one day to nature made lament In burnt-up lands, calcined of nutriment, As in my musing thought’s vague random dart I slowly poised my dagger o’er my heart, I saw in full noon o’er my forehead form A deathly cloud far pregnant with the storm, That bore a flock of devils vicious …
… a moment To me in my mansion of rest) Is a sundawn to blaze what the glow meant Seen long after death in the west ; A magical æon ! Nor love-song nor pæan, But a flame with a silvery crest. There shall rise a sweet song of the soul Far deeper than love or distress ; Beyond mortals and gods shall it roll ; It shall find me, and crave, and caress. Ah ! me it shall capture In torrents of rapture ; It shall flood me, and fill, and possess.
…et eyes and tongues. Lou looked more distractingly, deliriously glorious than ever. I had never been particularly keen on women. The few love affairs which had come my way had been rather silly and sordid. They had not revealed the possibilities of love ; in fact, I had thought it a somewhat overrated pleasure, a brief and brutal blindness with boredom and disgust hard on its heels. But with cocaine, things are absolutely different. I want to emphasise the fact that cocaine is in reality a local anesthetic. Thatis the actual explanation of its …
Clasp hands, O fair republic of the west, And leave the kingdoms to their sudden fate. With new-born love and ardour unrepressed, Let Lethe steep in its unquiet rest The old years whose red hands have made us great. O fair republic, strong and swift, unbind The shackles of thy mind : More than our kin ye are ; henceforth not less than kind. Bind on the splendid sandals, and unloose The burning horses, and fling wide the reins ! From cold Archangel unto Syracuse Europe shall see and tremble and ask truce, And new blood pour through Asia’s wasted…
…own to her breast and her knee. So night and so sunrise discover No light and no darkness to heed. Night is above her, and brings her no lover ; And day, but no deed. Such a sense is up and within me, A tongue as of mystical fire ! Love, beauty, and holiness win me To the end of the great desire, Where I cease from the thirst and the labour, As the land that no ploughman tills Lest the robber his neighbour unloosen the sabre From holds in the hills. From love of my life and its burden Set free in the silence remote, Grows a sorrow divine for my…
…aw him to those large And firm white breasts and mix her liquid life With his in pagan strife ? Or with a grace like God, a stealth like love, Pour on him from above Wine from the purple vats of death ? Nay ! tis no wondershall they wonder then, These bat-eyed newspaper-besotted men, If thou and I have found the Elixir rare That giveth Life to those whoso drinketh it, The Stone beyond compare, The harmony of the Circle and the Square, All that surpasseth mortal wit Even to imagine ? we have found it, Rose, Rose of the Stars, Rose of the utmos…
THE EQUINOX selfish dissipation, deception in love and friendship. Often success gained, but not followed up. Modified as usual by dignity. Netzach of?ה (Lying, promises unfulfilled; illusion, deception, error; slight success at outset, not retained). Herein the Angels?לאהלמand?היוההrule. XXXIII THE LORD OF SWIFTNESS Ezlght af Μάνα!; or T0761665 FOUR White Radiating Angelic Hands (two proceedingfrom each side) issuant from clouds; clasped in two pairs in the centre with the grip of the First Order. They hold eight wands, crossed four with four. Fl…
THE EQUINOX selfish dissipation, deception in love and friendship. Often success gained, but not followed up. Modified as usual by dignity. Netzach of?ה (Lying, promises unfulfilled; illusion, deception, error; slight success at outset, not retained). Herein the Angels?לאהלמand?היוההrule. XXXIII THE LORD OF SWIFTNESS Ezlght af Μάνα!; or T0761665 FOUR White Radiating Angelic Hands (two proceedingfrom each side) issuant from clouds; clasped in two pairs in the centre with the grip of the First Order. They hold eight wands, crossed four with four. Fl…
…e for every flower. Lie open, a chameleon cup, And let Him suck thine honey up! Ah, boy, all crowns and thrones above Is the sanctity of love. In His warm and secret shrine Is a cup of perfect wine, Whereof one drop is medicine Against all ills that hurt the soul. A flaming daughter of the Jinn Brought to me once a winged scroll, Wherein I read the spell that brings The knowledge of that King of Kings. Angel, I invoke thee now! Bend on me the starry brow| Spread the eagle wings above The pavilion of our love! . . . Rise from your starry sapphir…
…e for every flower. Lie open, a chameleon cup, And let Him suck thine honey up! Ah, boy, all crowns and thrones above Is the sanctity of love. In His warm and secret shrine Is a cup of perfect wine, Whereof one drop is medicine Against all ills that hurt the soul. A flaming daughter of the Jinn Brought to me once a winged scroll, Wherein I read the spell that brings The knowledge of that King of Kings. Angel, I invoke thee now! Bend on me the starry brow| Spread the eagle wings above The pavilion of our love! . . . Rise from your starry sapphir…
…rdiction of the Lord. Even hell is shut, lest spite and strife Should show my soul a way to life. Hope dies; faith flickers and is gone. Love weeps, then turns its soul to stone. All nearest, highest, holiest things Drop off; the soul must lose her wings, And, crippled, find, with no one clue The infinite maze to travel through, The goal unguessed, the path untrod, And stand unhelmed, unarmed, unshod, Naked before the Unknown God. Oh! stertorous, oh! strangling strife That cleaves to love, that clings to life! The Will is broken, falls afar Ext…
…hat plieth Her Scourge upon me, TO MEGA QHRION, to compel me to Creation and to Destruction, which are one, in Birth and in Death, being Love! Blessed be She, uniting the Egg with the Serpent, and restoring Man unto his Mother, the Earth! Blessed be She, that offereth Beauty and Ecstasy in the Orgasm of every Change, and that exciteth thy Wonder and thy Worship by the Contemplation of Her Mind many-wiled! Blessed be She, that hath filled Her Cup with every Drop of my Blood, so that my Life is lost wholly in the Wine of her Rapture! Behold, how …
RED POPPY I have no heart to sing. What offering may I bring, Alice, to thee ? 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. 35
…out your treasure Of cinnamon curls ! Tremble with pleasure, O wonder of girls ! Rest is bliss, And bliss is rest, Give me a kiss If you love me best ! Hold me like this With my head on your breast !
…ds and lips immutable As mortals stand a moment;... The universe is One: One Soul, One Spirit, One Flame, One infinite God, One infinite Love. SONNET TO CLYTIE. CiyTit, beyond all praise, thou goodliest Of queens, thou royal woman, crowned with tears, That could not move the dull stars from their spheres To kiss thee. For the sun would fainer rest In the gold chambers of the glowing west Than answer thy love, thine, whose soul endears All souls but his, whose slow desire fears The fierce embraces of thine olive breast. O Queen, sun-lover, we ar…
THE SEVENTEENTH DAY 71 Might shelter love in some wave-carven tomb.| Of man and maid in all the world But Maytime shone in us; with words Is stilled the swift caress, of art Because my lover has me curled I drew her down reluctant to my heart, In her own loveliness. When night was silence and my bed| No kiss be such a night as this !— the gloom. Unless my Alice be the kiss. So without sin we took strange sacrament, No blade of grass awaiting takes Whose wine was kisses, and whose bread The dew, fresh-fallen above, the flower Because my lover sw…
…Give praise to your lord, All souls that draw breath, All flowers of the sward ! For the song of me saith: ‘¢ Sound the loud chord ! Let love be a wreath ! Death is not for ye any more, for I am the Master of Death!” PARABASIS.! As I sit in the sound Of the wash of the surf, On the long low ground, The trees and the turf; In front the profound, The warrior seas, Upstirred of the breeze, by the far reef bound— I know the low music of love, I feel the sweet murmur in me, My soul is in tune with the sea. The stars are above me, The rocks are below…