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…ortions ofa sodden mind. God did first work on earth when woman- kind He chipped from Adam’s rib-—a thankless task I wot [lis wisdom has long since repined, ' See Bunyan’s Pilgrim's Progress, where Hope unlocks the dungeon of Giant [espair. Crowley more wisely would use the key of Work.
… to my fate as the stars Are to my curses, were I fool enough To curse, Rupua. Destiny has strange ways. CRIOSDA. I care not. RuPHA. How long hast thou left home? CRIOSDA. Seven years. RUPHA. Return ! CRIOSDA. How can I? RuPHA. Stamp the boat beneath thy feet Down wallowing in the trough ! CRIOSDA. It is done! [The boat sinks from under CRIOSDA. He would sink did he not grasp the staff extended to him. RupuHA. Now, stand alone! CRIOSDA. I stand. RUPHA. Then break, O vision Of sea; awake, O vision of the shrine ! CrRIosDA. All is illusion? RUPHA…
…er, With the joy of fatherhood, With the cry of Mcenads after Sacrifice by well or wood ; As the grave religious throng Moving silently along, Leading heifers, snowy-footed, Into glades and sacred groves, Where the altar-stone is suited To commemorate the Loves ; As the choir’s most seemly chanting ; As the women’s whispers haunting Silent woods, or chaster spaces, Where the river’s water wends ; As the sound, when the white faces Burn from space, and all earth end. Inthe presence of the Gods; These and all their periods ; These, and all that o…
…d bid the very dead awake. Are not your veins made purple with our blood, And our dominions touch they not afield? Pours not the sea its long exultant flood On either’s coast? The rose has one same bud, And the vine’s heart one purple pledge doth yield. Are we not weary of the fangéd pen? Are we not friends, and men? Le us look frankly face to face—and quarrel then !
… my forehead kisses blest ; Bid blossom out this rose, This fair white bud whose heart is pure, Whose bosom fears not, neither knows The long vague mysteries that endure Of life uncertain, of love sure. Teach her the mystic overture To Love’s transcendant throes. Tle ceased : but out of [leaven no sound ol might, No tongue of flame gave answer. Still as night, Silence and sunlight, stream and mead, pos- sessed The whole wide world. The maid’s re- luctant breast Heaved with soft passion nowise under- stood, and her pulse quickened. quiet wood Il…
…y love, arise ! See the grave avenues of Paradise, The dewy larches bending at my breath, Portentous cedars prophesying death! ¢ See the long vistas and the dancing sea, The measured motion of fecundity ! Bright winds set swaying the sofi-sounding flowers (Here flowers have music) in my woven bowers, Where sweet birds blossom, and in chorus quire The rapt beginnings of immense desire. Here is the light and rapture of the will: We touch the stars—and they are tiny still ! O mighty thews! O godlike face and hair! Rise up and take me; ay, and keep…
…he Air, breathing it deep into his lungs: then he broke down the ancient tower, that which he had made his home, will he nill he, for so long, and he slew the other Bull, and he broke the arrow in twain; after that he was silent, for they grew again in sixfold order, so that this latter work was double: but unto the first three he laid not his hand, neither for the first time, nor for the second time, nor for the third time. So to them he added that spiritual flame (for they were one, and ten, and fifty, thrice, and again) and that was the Beas…
…ike glowing copper raging for the heat, Stretch and stretch on and leave me all achast Straining my eyes in horror and defeat Toward the long vista seen where rescue seems to greet, The vessel fills with brackish foam. I drink, Drink to the end, and stagger on alone Without a staff to hold me ifI sink In the hot quaymires of untrusty stone. Foodlessand beastless, so despairing grown, I know not, care not, only trust that soon The sun’s dominion may be overthrown, And o’er the wilderness appear the moon With cold lips to bestow the inestimable b…
…som, and bent very low, And put it to her lips-—and even so His lips were set on them ; the flower sighed | For deep delight, and in the long kiss died. Years fled and faded, yet a flower was seen Gracious and comely in its nest of green, And tender hands would water it and say: ‘*( happy sister, she that went away ! “For she brought back my lover to my heart, And knew her work was perfect, and her part Most perfect when she died between the breath, And in the bridal kisses kissed to death.” So grew the newer blossom and was glad: Sweet little …
…t prayers, For Jesus’ voice. And I will never break The secret of his being to my boy Lest he despise me. ‘This one reticence I think my long-drawn agony may earn. For I will do without a mother’s name If only I may keep a son’s love still ! [ Axed. SPIRIT OF TRAGEDY (wth sarcaslic verve). She will not break an oath so wisely sworn, Unlock her secret to disdain. Wisdom is hers—what angel need to warn? Since angels only seek to gain That wisdom of the unprofane. All future happiness I surely see. I am the Soul of Tragedy ! Enter ULRIC ‘musing, w…
…other lives may borrow ! I hate that foolish counterfoil of grief That one pain to its friend may give relief— Eurydice replace Eurydice Long hence—no separation sharp and brief But dwelling in the intermediate Halls between Hades and the house of Fate: Atropos cut, and pass to Clotho, and she Respin the shuttle in some other state. What shall it boot me now to gather flowers From this young hope to wile the angry hours ? That many thousand years shall pass, and show Eurydice again amid her bowers, Forgetting, and myself again be born, Clasp he…
…, at least. My doubtful breath Is breathing in a nobler air; I know, I know it in my soul, despite of this, The clinging darkness of the Long Ago, Cruel as death, and closer than a kiss, This horror of great darkness. I am come Into this darkness to attain the light : To gain my voice I make myself as dumb: That I may see I close my outer sight : So, I am here. My brows are bent in prayer ; I kneel already in the Gates of Dawn ; And I am come, albeit unaware, To the deep sanctuary : my hope is drawn From wells profounder than the very sea. Yea,…
…ir, breathing it deep into his lungs : then he broke down the ancient tower, that which he had m ade his hom e, w ill he nill he, for so long, and he slew the other Bull, and he broke the arrow in twain ; after that he was silent, for they grew again in sixfold order, so that this latter work was double: but unto the first three he laid not his hand, neither for the first time, nor for the second time, nor for the third time. So to them he added3 that spiritual flame (for they were one, and ten, and fifty , thrice, and again) and that was the B…
…d men wait the trumpet in the tomb. the The king was silent. Tense the high-strung air” Must save itself by trembling—if it dare. Then a long shudder ran across the space ; Each man ashamed to see his fellow’s face, Each troubled and confused. He did not spare Our fear—he spake not yet a little space. 1 This poem has no foundation in tradition. 2 Here and in several other passages intense energy of will, or importance of situation, is represented as producing an actual condition of strain in the air or the ether. The fact observed is at least s…
…he could to calm me; he thought I was mad! The fool! I was in the death struggle with self: God and Satan fought for my soul those three long hours. God conquered—now I have only one doubt left—which of the twain was God? I aspire ! ‘* And falling headlong, he burst asunder in the midst, and all his bowels gushed out... . Insomuch as that field is called in their proper tongue, Aceldama, that is to say—the field of blood.”-—.ACTS i. 18, T9. Howbeit, ; The poet himself would be inclined A few other early poems appear in ‘‘ Oracles,” Vol. IL, cho…
…irs; but the lady who bore Him, Eros, to ruin the ages, has softened at heart ; He is tamed by the art of the sages, the magical art. No longer he burns and blisters, consumes and corrodes ; He hath Muses nine for sisters; the holy abodes Of the maiden are open to him, for his wrath is grown still ; His eyes with weeping are dim; he hath changed his will. We know him; and Venus sinks, a star in the West ; A star in the even, that thinks it shall fall into rest. Let it be so, then! lyrical spears ! Huntress, O Artemis wise, be upon him who hears…
…Saith unto thee in like commandment: Thou Who hast destroyed my people from the land So far, shalt not encroach upon their places One furlong more, lest quickly I destroy Thee and thy host from off the earth. thus ; Ride for thy life, and bring me speedy word. [ Axzt Herald. Say CHORUS. Not wingéd forms, nor powers of air, Nor sundered spirits pale and fair, Nor glittering sides and scales, did bring The knowledge of this happy thing That is befallen us unaware. In likeness to the lips that sing Ring out your frosty peal, and smite Loud fingers…
…IFE 89 XV. Thereis no soul. See yonder gleams the starry shoal Of orbs incalculably vast. They are not present: they are past, Since the long march of shuddering light Made years the servants of its might. There is no soul. A. These stars thou seest Are but the figuring of thy brain. NV. Then of all things the soul were freest. 4. Move then the centre of thy pain ! NV. ’Tis done, A, A trick to cheat a child. NV. Itis the truth that I am nought. Hear what I have gatheredin the wild, Flowers of imperishable thought With glory and with rapture clo…
…ties of the Work. The practical point is this: 'The little more and how much it is, the little less and what worlds away!' No matter how long you keep water at 99 degrees Centigrade under normal barometric pressure, it will not boil. I shall probably be accused of advertising some kind of motor spirit in talking about the little extra something that the others haven't got, but I assure you that I am not being paid for it.
…g My thirsty lips to the one perfect spring— My iron soul upon my trembling hands Tad its harsh will ; my bitterness was king. So verily long time I rode afar. My course was lighted by some gloomy star That boded evil, that I would not shun, But rather welcome, as the storm the sun, Lowering and red, a hurtful avatar, Whose fatal forehead like itself is dun It was no wonder when the second day Showed me a city on the desert way, Whose brazen gates were open, where within I saw a statue for a sign of sin, And saw the people come to it and pray, …