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…arks of verse I throw Cold ere they flame ! For they attest The anvils ring, the hammers zest, The white-hot rage of steel, that is My soul exulting in Gods kiss The hammer, and the anvil life. . . . . . . . . . . Go, and explain it to your wife !
…eaves go grey, And sombre loves and sober Make twilight of the day. Dark dreams and shadows tenser Throb through the vital scroll, Man’s souli Lift, shake the subtle censer That hides the cruel coal ! Still sweeter when the Bowman His silky shaft of frost Lets loose on earth, that no man May linger nor be lost. The barren woods, deserted. Lose echo of our sighs— Lovkdies ?— Love lives—in granite skirted, And under oaken skies. But best is grim December, The Goatish God his power; The Satyr blows the ember, And pain is passion’s flower; When bloo…
…eaves go grey, And sombre loves and sober Make twilight of the day. Dark dreams and shadows tenser Throb through the vital scroll, Man’s souli Lift, shake the subtle censer That hides the cruel coal ! Still sweeter when the Bowman His silky shaft of frost Lets loose on earth, that no man May linger nor be lost. The barren woods, deserted. Lose echo of our sighs— Lovkdies ?— Love lives—in granite skirted, And under oaken skies. But best is grim December, The Goatish God his power; The Satyr blows the ember, And pain is passion’s flower; When bloo…
…los roses fading ? How did the brave Bandello die ? I the lazar-hole, Cursing. LUCREZIA. You rave. ZELINA. Who sent black Straparolas soul To hell ? Your knife. Who stabbed Bartolemmeo ? You LUCREZIA. Did Andreas wife not spit on you ? Who robbed the Jew She slept with ? Faugh ! my stomach turns. ZELINA. It shall, it shall ! Heres all the law one gives to such an animal. [She stabs her ; LUCREZIA wards the blow, but is wounded in the breast. LUCREZIA. Oh ! I am killed. ZELINA. Farewell ! MORTADELLO enters from church. MORTADELLO. Hold ! se…
…he 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 sapphire seats! See, where through the quickening skies The oriflamme of beauty beats Heralding loyal legionaries, Whose flame of…
106 OLYMPAS. MARSYAS. THE EQUINOX I love thee. I am drunkenness Of the inmost sense, my soul’s caress Is toward thee! Let my priestess stand Bare and rejoicing, softly fanned By smooth-lipped acolytes, upon Mine iridescent altar-stone, And in her love-chaunt swooningly Say evermore: To me! To me! I am the azure-lidded daughter Of sunset ; the all-girdling water; The naked brilliance of the sky In the voluptuous night am I! With song, with jewel, with perfume, Wake all my rose’s blush and bloom | Drink to me! Love me! I love thee, My love, my lo…
…he 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 sapphire seats! See, where through the quickening skies The oriflamme of beauty beats Heralding loyal legionaries, Whose flame of…
106 OLYMPAS. MARSYAS. THE EQUINOX I love thee. I am drunkenness Of the inmost sense, my soul’s caress Is toward thee! Let my priestess stand Bare and rejoicing, softly fanned By smooth-lipped acolytes, upon Mine iridescent altar-stone, And in her love-chaunt swooningly Say evermore: To me! To me! I am the azure-lidded daughter Of sunset ; the all-girdling water; The naked brilliance of the sky In the voluptuous night am I! With song, with jewel, with perfume, Wake all my rose’s blush and bloom | Drink to me! Love me! I love thee, My love, my lo…
XXXI THE JOYS OF THE SOUL IN a fair garden, where the rays of the au- tumnal sun seemed to linger in enjoyment, be- neath a sky already greenish where golden clouds floated like travelling continents, four lovely children, boys, tired without a doubt of playing, were talking among themselves. One of them said: Yesterday Papa took me to the theatre. There are big, sad palaces, beyond which one sees the sea and the sky, and in them there are men and women very serious and very sad too; but much more beautiful and better dressed than the people w…
…bs of Yoga; for without these thou are not disciplined for any fight. VI. The Oracle of the Gods is the Child-Voice of Love in thine own Soul! hear thou it! Heed not the Siren-Voice of Sense, or the Phantom-Voice of Reason: rest in Simplicity, and listen to the Silence! VII. The issue of the Vulture, Two-in-One, conveyed; this is the chariot of Power. T R I N C : The last oracle! VIII. Balance against each thought its exact opposite! For the Marriage of these is the Annihilation of Illusion.
…men count years, and yet we stand and gaze With touching hands 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 fier…
… darts an angry red from out its eye, By sword and spear, by maze and mystery, By Zeus high house, and by his godhead great, By his own soul, no ardour to abate Until he freed Archais. Like a star Rebellious, thrust beyond the mornings bar, Erect, sublime, he swore so fierce an oath
14 THE MOTHER'S TRAGEDY Sweetheart, my passion overwhelms your soul. Your virginal sweet spirit cannot reach My fury. You are silent. Yet you love! I read it in the terror of your eyes, The crimson of your burning face. I know, I know you love me! Cora, Cora, tell me! O she will die! I would not—I was rough— My overmastering desire to you— My queen, my wife, this maddens me. CORA, recovering. You fool! You beast! I hate you for your stupid self! I am defiled! Go! Touch me not! Speak not! I am accursed of the Lord my God. [Shrieks. ULRIC. Darlin…
…the distant hill Shaped like an Oread’s breast arose beyond, Across the starless pond Silent and sleeping—O the waters wan That seem the soul of man !— Suddenly darkness strikes the horizon round With an abyss profound That blots the half-moon ere the sun be set. A mountain of pure jet Rears its sheer bulk to heaven ; and no snows Tinge evening with rose. No blaze of noon invades those rocks of night, Nor moon’s benignant might. And looking downward he beheld his folk Bound in no tyrant’s yoke ; Knowing no God, nor fearing any man ; Life’s envi…
…ll the flowery dreams that build it up. So from the azure cup Of heaven inverted is the white wine poured, Stay, O thou vivid sword : Of soul, and cease, and be not! Through all eternity Let me be not, and this thing be! Unto me XV. O THE deep wells and springs of tears ! G the intenser rays of blue, I'leeting through gray unaltering spheres, Like skies beholden through the dew ! O pearls of light ! O sombre meres Wherein a waterwitch is hid, And chants of sunset rise unbid, Your eyes, youreyes ! They read me through, Sphinx ; and your soul, th…
…DITE. O Bopy pale and beautiful with sin! O breasts with venom swollen by the snakes Of passion, whose cold slaver slimes and slakes The soul-consuming fevers that within Thy heart the fires of hell on carth begin! O heart whose yearning after truth for- sakes The law of love! O heart whose ocean breaks In sterile foam against some golden skin ! O thou whose bedy is one perfect prayer, One long regret, one agony of shame, Lost in the fragrance, speeding, subtle and rare, Up to the sky, an avenue of Hamc! My soul, thy body, in the same sin curle…
…The valleys deep and silver-bound ; The girdle treacherously wound ; One violet-crested mounded mole, Some blood-stain filtered from the soul ; The light and shadow shed between My soul and God from Messaline. And even as a dark and hidden Furnace roars out in woods forbidden, A sullen tide of molten steel Runs from deep furrows in the wheel ; So from afar one central heat Sends the loud pulse to fever beat ; So from one crown and heart of fire Spring the vast phantoms of desire, Impossible and epicene, Familiar souls of Messaline. And as, when…
10 JEPHTHAH. A way for the soul to flee, A charm for the lips to bind; And the struggle is keen as the strife to be, And the heart is tossed by the thankless wind. ELEAZAR, Nay, for a man’s sure purpose is of God. CHORUS. The large pale limbs of the earth are tanned With the sun and the sea and the yellow sand And the face of earth is dark with love Of the lords of hell and the spirits above That move in the foggy air of night, And the spirit of God, most like a dove, Hovers, and lingers, and wings his flight, Spurned and rejected and lost to s…
…old are words !—his lips repeat Their faint sweet savour, but her rosy feet Held in his hands and touched with reverent lips Revived her soul more perfectly. Soon slips Her gentle answer ; now her timid eyes So tender with the lifted lashes rise To meet his gaze. He spoke : Have pity on me Who wronged thee for my perfect love of thee, My perfect love, O love ! for strange and dread Delights consume me ; I am as one dead Beating at Heavens gate with nerveless wing, Wailing because the song the immortals sing Is so fast barred behind the iron …
…t pierce The clouds of this material universe Unto your splendour that no mortal eye May see and live. Even so, how small the price ! My soul accepts its own sweet sacrifice : Let me but strike one perfect chord—and die.