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1910 · PDF PAGE 36

Ambergris

AMBERGRIS 27 Heaven is not very far ; Soul unto soul may be calling When a swift meteor star Through the quick vista is falling. Loose but your soul—shall its wings find the white way so appalling ? Heaven, as I understand, Nearer than some folk would make it ! God—should you stretch out a hand, Who can be quicker to take it ? Then you have pacted an oath—judge you if He will forsake it ! I have had hope in the spring— Trust that the God who has given Flowers, and the thrushes that sing Dawnwards all night, and at even Year after year, will be …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 261

Collected Works (Vol. II)

SCIENCE AND BUDDHISM 255 And this is Agnosticism. We have a scien- tific religion. How far would Newton have got if he had stuck to Tycho Brahe as the One Guide? How far the Buddha had he reverenced the Vedas with blind faith? Or how far can we proceed even from partial truth, unless a perfectly open mind be kept regarding it, aware that some new pheno- menon may possibly overthrow our most fun- damental hypotheses! Give me a reasonable proof of some (intelligent) existence which is not liable to sorrow, and I will throw the First Noble Truth t…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 21

Jezebel

JEZEBEL 17 EPILOGUE. TO die amid the blossoms of the frost On far fair heights ; to sleep the quiet sleep Of dead men underneath the snowy steep Of many mountains ; ever to have lost These cares and these distrusts ; to lie alone, Watched by the distant eagle’s drowsy wing, Stars and grey summits, and the winds that sing Slow dirges in eternal monotone. Such is my soul’s desire, being weary of This vain eternity of sleepless dreams That is my life ; withal there still may be In other worlds, the hope of other love Than this that floods my veins…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 97

Songs of the Spirit

Of ibex that behold on high Night’s funeral, And see the pale moon quiver and depart Far beyond space, the sun ascend And draw earth’s globe unto his heart To make an end ; The shriek of startled birds ; the sobs that tear With sudden terror the sharp sea That slept, and wove its golden hair Most mournfully ; The rending of the earth at his command Who wields the wrath of heaven, and is dumb ; Hell starts up—and before his hand Is overcome. It heard these voices, and beheld afar These dread works wrought at his behest : And on his forehead, lo …

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1899 · PDF PAGE 233

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…over. Linger, dew, linger and gem All the fresh flowers in the garland ; Blossom, leaf, bud and green stem Flash with your light to some far land, Where men shall wonder if you be not a newly-born starland.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 445

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…hanting their pagan gramarye Unto the dread volcano-king. “ Now, then, by Goddes reed!” quod he, “ Behold the secret of my quest In this far-famed stability| 69

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1910 · PDF PAGE 445

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…hanting their pagan gramarye Unto the dread volcano-king. “ Now, then, by Goddes reed!” quod he, “ Behold the secret of my quest In this far-famed stability| 69

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1910 · PDF PAGE 16

Ambergris

…him : Better to pass where sand and sulphur burn, And days are hazed with heat, and nights are dim With some malarial poison. Better lie Far and forgotten on some desert isle, Where I may watch the silent ships go by, And let them share my burden for awhile. Let me pass out beyond the city gate Where I may wander by the water still, And see the faint few stars immaculate Watch their own beauty in its depth, and chill Their own desire within its icy stream. Let me move on with vacant eyes, as one Lost in the labyrinth of some ill dream, Move and…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 37

The Vision and the Voice

…y? I am the eye. That is why the eye is seventy. You can never understand why, except in this vision. And now the table recedes from me. Far, far it goes, streaming with light. And there are two black angels bending over me, covering me with their wings, shutting me up into the darkness; and I am lying in the Pastos of our Father Christian Rosenkreutz, beneath the Table in the Vault of seven sides. And I hear these words: The voice of the Crowned Child, the Speech of the Babe that is hidden in the egg of blue. (Before me is the flaming Rosy Cro…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 41

The Soul of Osiris

…llow bracken Love lies in death or swoon. The stars arise and brighten ; The summer lightnings lighten, Faint and as midnight mute ; And far white snowfields tighten The iron bands that frighten No fairy’s tender foot. Across the stiller river Stray flowers of ice may shiver, Before the day deliver The murmur of its lute. T

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1909 · PDF PAGE 53

Clouds Without Water

…ne song of gladness, One infinite pulse of love in tune with you; One infinite pulse, upsoaring into madness, Down sinking to content, O far and few The stars that follow our lofty pilgrimage Into the abyss of silence and delight Beyond the glamour of the world, the age, The illusions of the light and of the night. Wherefore accept these meteor flames that dance Pale coruscations to our brilliance! Vi The Adept

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1913 · PDF PAGE 36

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

FRANCIS BÉKÁSSY * A BOAT FOR LOVE. CIVE me but the boat, I say , U Sorrow never follows ; Fare you well ! I shall not stay : Winter's in the hollows . Where the wastes stretch far away, Blurred with rain , and blending, Or to -morrow or to-day Love shall have an ending . There the swans dash through the wave, On the water swinging ; I shall make my scallop rave With the tempest springing . I shall come before the snow ; I shall come a -courting To the hazy depths below , Shadows at their sporting . When the snow before the rout Drifts against m…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 29

Oracles

…un glows ; There in the dusk to dwell By the sweet water-well In the wood’s deepest dell Where—my love knows. III Skies are grown redder far ; Tempest draws nigher ; Dark lowers a single star ; Mars, like the fire ! Fiercer our lips engage ; Limbs, eyes, ears gather rage ; Sharp grows desire. Hear thy short bitter cries ? Pity thine agonies ? Loose, though love tire ? Nay, neither hear nor spare ; Frenzy shall mock at prayer ; Torture’s red torch shall flare Till thou expire. IV Stars stud a cloudless sky ; Moon silvers blue ; Breeze is content…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 155

The Star in the West

…r ; we sincerely hope there will be a time when he ceases to cook his thoughts , but that time , in spite of science and art , is in the far here after . Some people labour under the idea that a genera tion or two hence the world will be sprawling at the feet of Reason instead of those of God . Possibly , yet God is still far from being a centenarian , and our

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1954 · PDF PAGE 321

Magick Without Tears

… fall from your eyes, and your deep need tears down the tawdry counterfeits which hide the shrine where Isis stands unveiled-but ah! too far. You must advance. To advance-that means Work. Patient, exhausting, thankless, often bewildering Work. Dear sister, if you would but Work! Work blindly, foolishly, misguidedly, it doesn't matter in the end: Work in itself has absolute virtue. But for you, having got so far in this incarnation, there must be a revolution. You must no longer hesitate, no longer plan; you must leap into the dark, and leap at …

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1899 · PDF PAGE 30

Tale of Archais

22 THE TALE OF ARCHAIS The mists pass slowly on the uplands steep, Far snows are luminous with rosy flecks Of lambent light, and shadow tints and decks Their distant hollows with black radiance, While the delivered fountains flash and glance Adown the hills and through the woods of pine And stately larch, with cadences divine And trills and melodies instinct with light and wine. The sun, arising, sees the sleeping youth And lumes his locks with evanescent gold, While birds and breezes, watching, hold them mute, And light and silence, the twin-b…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 31

Sir Palamedes

… The dawn beyond Must run the quarry of his quest. He rode as he were wood or fond, Until at night behoves him rest. —He saw the gilding far behind Out on the hills toward the West! With aimless fury hot and blind He flung himon a Viking ship. He slew the rover, and inclined 25

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1913 · PDF PAGE 76

The Book of Lies

…hip then the Rosy Cross, and the Mystery of Two-in-One. And worship Him that swore by His holy T that One should not be One except in so far as it is Two. Iam glad that LAYLAH is afar; no doubt clouds love.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 90

The World’s Tragedy

THE RED STAR. 37 I came from very far Led by that strange red star At noon that fadeth now Dim on the snow-crowned brow Of royal Caucasus, A mystical portent Of some obscure event Darkly miraculous Written below the West In Fate’s dark palimpsest ; Obscure — the sun to eclipse ! I fed my flaming lips Upon the limbs of slaves, Great Nubian girls that bled Upon the sands — so laves The sun his fire in cloud When the sea glows glassy red At the buffet of the wind On its cheek all wrinkle-lined. Ah ! thou Lord God ! thus thrice I made thy sacrifice…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 30

Songs of the Spirit

…ace. The waving of thy dusky plumes in heaven Alone breathes gentle music to mine ears, So that despair is fain to flee, and fear Cowers far away amid the shades of even. “ Hope, ” is thy whisper, “ hope, and trust in Night ; My realm is the eternal, and my power The absolute. My child, gird on thy strength ; Clothe limbs with lustiness, and mind with might, That, communing with me, though for an hour, Thou mayest conquer when day comes at length.” 20

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