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… Spare 98 THE CONVERT. To Millicent Tobias 102 THE SORCERESS. To L. K 103 THE CHILD. To Lord A 105 CLYTIE. To L. K 106 A SLIM GILT SOUL. To Lord A 110 THE SILENCE OF COLUMBINE. To Dot L 112 THE ARCHÆOLOGIST. To Ctesse 115 THE LADDER. To K. M. Ward 117 BELLADONNA. To Dot L 123 THE POET AT BAY. To Wilfred Merton 126 UT. To Allen Bennett 128 ROSA DECIDUA. To Lord Salvesen 130 THE CIRCLE AND THE POINT. To Ouarda the Seer 141 IN MEMORIAM. 142 AD FIDELEM INFIDELEM. To Elaine W K 145 THE SPHINX. To The Sphinx 146 THE JEW OF FEZ. T…
1910 · PDF PAGE 24
…n sheaf of snow With a brief gust of wind Over the cliffs of his ensanguine throne ; Seating ourselves thereon, as men shall know, Above soul, spirit, heart, thought, being, mind, Allbut most irrevocably entwined And irrevocably alone. XV There was a boy with O ! the face of dawn, The mother-of-pearl that shimmered on his skin. The breasts like golden roses circling red, The limbs like limbs of a young fawn For lithenessO ! for innocence of sin His eyes burned wondrous bright, his sun-crowned head Danced with its sweet and sacred hopes, So th…
1912 · PDF PAGE 93
To breathe fond prayers ; and (marry !) if Man’s soul were measured by his sighs He need not linger to attain. Nay! while the Beast squats there, above Him, smiling on him; as he vows Wonderful deeds and fruitless flowers, He grows so maudlin in his love That even the knaves of his own house Mock at him in their merry hours. “God’s death!” raged Palamede, not wroth But irritated, “laugh ye so? Am I a jape for scullions ?” His curse came in a flaky froth. He seized a club, with blow on blow Breaking the knave’s unreverent sconce! “Thou mock the …
1912 · PDF PAGE 110
…e 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 the uttermost of bliss. . . . God’s wounds! but that I never sought. The Questing Beast I sware to attain And all this miracle is naught. Off on my travels once again ! I keep my youth regained to foil Old Time that took me in his toil. I keep my strength regained to chase The Beast that mocks me now as…
1913 · PDF PAGE 120
…kind " “ Bother mankind !” he interrupted me . “ Art for art 's sake ! and if it's useful too So much the worse ! The sculptor shows his soul In marble ; the musician uses sound ; The poet soars in rhythmic line , and I In Mathematics — beauties votaries all Each art has its tongue , A tongue no human words can teach , but which 101
1905 · PDF PAGE 230
…at 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! PREFACE. As, after long observation and careful study, the biologist sees that what at first seemed isolated and arbitrary acts are really part of a series of regular changes, and presently has the life-history of the being that he is examining clear from Alpha to Omega in his mind; as, during a battle, the relative importance of its variou…
1906 · PDF PAGE 70
… Sea.} Young palms embowered the house where Beauty sate Still but exultant, silent but elate In its own happiness and majesty Of a mild soul unstirred by rivalry Of any life beyond its own sweet state. I looked around me, wondered whether Fate Had found at last a woman’s love for me. I had no hope: she was so grave and calm, So shining with the dew-light of her soul, So beautiful beyond a woman’s share. Yet—here! Soft airs, and perfume through the palm, And moonlight in the groves of spice, control The life that would not love and yet be fair.…
1901 · PDF PAGE 53
… where the Winds lie between. So still lingers sun upon sea, Still twilight draws down to the world ; The light of my spirit is she, The soul of her love is in me ; Lithe kisses with music are curled. Like light on the meadows we dwell ; Like twilight clings heart unto heart ; Like midnight the depth of the spell Our love weaves, and stronger than hell The guards of our palace of art.
1901 · PDF PAGE 100
88 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. THE NAME. ACRED, between the serpent fangs of Pain, Ringed by the vortex of the hurricane, Lurks the abyss of fate : the gloomy cave, Sullen as night, and sleepy as a wave When tempest lowers and dare not strike, gapes wide, Vomiting pestilence ; the deadly bride Of death, Despair, grins charnel-wise : the gate Of Hope clangs resonant : and starless Fate Glowers like a demon brooding over death. Monstrous and mute, the slow resurgent breath Spreads forth its poison : the pale child at play Coughs in his gutter ; the hard …
1902 · PDF PAGE 9
… 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
1907 · PDF PAGE 11
… in the herbage rotten Of the unpeopled forest. V SONG ! O amorous and seducing, I see thee as thou soarest, So that, the girders of the soul unloosing, That Child of you and me, O rose of roses, That Child whose life encloses Our lives, is therefore I, may wander ever By the fritillary-fringéd river, Through lotus gardens of the sleepy gods, On hills where every timid oread tries Blue gentian as disguise From holier (though she think profaner) eyes, On seas where, it may be, (to even the odds !) Each nymph and undine issues from the foam Armed…
1910 · PDF PAGE 50
…hy name ! cried I. The answer that he gave Was but one tempest-whisper If ! Ah, then ! his tongue to his black palate clave ; For on Souls curtain Is written this one certainty that naught is certain ! XIX So then I caught that goat up in a kiss, And cried Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Then all this bodys wealth of ambergris (Narcissus-scented flesh of man !) I burnt before him in the sacrifice ; For he was sure Being the Doubt of Things, the one thing to endure ! XX Wherefore, when madness took him at the end, He, doubt-goat, slew the goat…
1913 · PDF PAGE 182
… lad whose heart was fire , And what could a lass whose heart was fond , Yea he must out to his country 's bond , And she must crush her soul 's desire , - And the year lay down her wand ! 163
1907 · PDF PAGE 118
…ision of the world refined By mastery of superior sight : Honour their might! the gain have these Of all men’s woes and ecstasies ! High soul; no benediction seek From any spirit but our own ! Crown not the mighty with the weak! The Tower be a Tower, and not a Throne! In man-carved stone the endless coil Arise untopped, the Tower of Toil ! Deem not that prayer or sacrifice Will ever cause the work to end! Serene, sufficient, let it rise Alone ; it doth not ask a friend, Nor shall it bend a fatuous knee To a fantastic deity. What crest or chrism…
1901 · PDF PAGE 26
…ays the propitious time, To speak some purpose grown more definite Than is our wont. We spent the honey days In gentle intercourse: high souls have stood Watching us drink from their crystalline stream Meandering through language: mighty kings Have listened as we read of their dead pomp; Fair women blushed as their imagined shapes Flitted before us in the tender page. We too have followed every curve and line In fairy fancies on our canvas drawn Of stately people, and the changing rhyme Of virgins dancing before Artemis; In all the pleasures th…
1901 · PDF PAGE 59
…f a slow river deep and beautiful, My even life moved onward to full scope, The ocean of profounder deity, And—suddenly—the cataract! My soul, Centered eternally upon itself, Comprehends hardly all this violence Of wayward men intemperate. I am calm, And contemplate, without a muscle moved
1903 · PDF PAGE 33
… Multitudes many-coloured, grave and tall, Beautiful, make a beautiful murmur, move, In infinite musical labyrinths about. Them doth the soul of love inhabit, them The light of wisdom doth inform, them peace Hath marked and sealed her own. But on their lips e
1905 · PDF PAGE 80
…ife, thy imperishable crown ! Let that young godhead in thine eyes Pierce mine, fulfil me of their secrecies, Thy peace, thy purity, thy soul impenetrably wise. II All things which are complete are solitary ; The circling moon, the inconscient drift of stars, The central systems. Burn they, change they, vary ? Theirs is no motion beyond the eternal bars. Seasons and scars Stain not the planets, the unfathomed home, The spaceless, unformed faces in the dome Brighter and blacker than all things, Borne under the eternal wings No whither : solitary…
1910 · PDF PAGE 61
THE PRINCESS OF PANORMITA 51 Let him pierce his God to the marrow ! Let the soul of his God flow out ! Whether a snake or a sun In his horoscope Heaven hath cast, It is nothing ; every one Shall win to the moon at last. The mage hath wrought by his art A billion shapes in the sun. Look through to the heart of his heart, And the many are shapes of one ! An end to the art of the mage, And the cold grey blank of the prison ! An end to the adamant age ! The ambrosial moon is arisen. I have bought a lilywhite goat For the price of a crown of thorns,…
1913 · PDF PAGE 52
…t he thither went to dwell And mix himself with all those quiet things . Then gradually left him thought and deed Till dead were all his soul 's imaginings . So, day by day , All his own being gently flowed away And left him mixed indeed With flower and climbing weed With them in summer green , in autumn grey . So the grey country draws me till I go 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…