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…re, 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 with poisonous streams, And wastes with wan desire the soul of me.
…rely mystical. This is no College of the Holy Ghost For Rosencreutz his mystifying crew ! A Courtier. A Poet's tourney, and the theme is Love ! The Unknown Minstrel. There is a sequel to our poet's song, And he will sing it. Tannhauser. No ! I know it not ! The Unknown Minstrel. The winepress and the sun ! Tannhauser {again in Venusberg). My spouse and Queen, Bright Goddess of the amber limbs, the lips Redder than poppies in the golden corn That is your mane ! Listen, the after-song ! [ Taking his harp. ii6
…she well knows how. CHORUS. Thus, thus it is! We know the witch’s cunning. JASON. Dogs and fools! For this ye die. MADNESS. Nobility and love Urge my own sanction to support the wife! JASON. I bade my queen prepare this spell. Disputes Your arrogance my kingship? ACASTUS. Ay, indeed! Now justice turns against thee, fickle jade As fortune. Mine is a boy’s arm, but I Advance against thee an impervious blade, And give thee in thy throat and teeth the lie! JASON. Boy’s bluster! MADNESS. Justice will be satisfied. It will be best to flee!
Lord ! on love’s altar lies the sacrament. O willing victim, eager to be slain, Lusting to feel the knife, the life-veil rent, Assumption energized by death ! O fain To feel the murderous ardour of the priest Clutch at his throat, theurgic frenzy fly About the initiates of the Paschal feast And know it centred in the dim dead I Loosed by the pang — even thus you know it is, Even thus, when I invoke your harsh caress, Put up my mouth to your immortal kiss, Confess you for my lady and murderess — In mine own life-blood I exult to float Even as yo…
…ted up In the Cadmean cup, As incense lifted in the thurible, We know that God is even as we, Light from the sky, and life on earth, and love be- neath the sea.
…X That float on the summer air; the hot delight, Awaken no response; only the might Of the shy poesie that enchants the night He cares to love ; the eerie palaces Where the soul finds forbidden harmonies. Oh I Now his eyes dance up to meet the sun ; Curious, he peers into the hurtling air: Oh! all his spirit follows, slim and fair; The spears of light attract him : it is done; The flaw is found ; he bends again, to shun The summer—heat: see! the swift fingers run Like spiders o'er the strings : Look! it is bare, The flaw: and he has found what godhe…
…he earlier rue If we chanced to meet again? I jingle homely lore, While you rhyme is with kiss— Which of us two Will the earlier rue The love of the Haj/lake Miss ? Not I the first to go, Nor I the first to deceive—— Which of us two Shall the the earliest rue Our garden of make—believe? 0 2 21 I
…X That float on the summer air; the hot delight, Awaken no response; only the might Of the shy poesie that enchants the night He cares to love ; the eerie palaces Where the soul finds forbidden harmonies. Oh I Now his eyes dance up to meet the sun ; Curious, he peers into the hurtling air: Oh! all his spirit follows, slim and fair; The spears of light attract him : it is done; The flaw is found ; he bends again, to shun The summer—heat: see! the swift fingers run Like spiders o'er the strings : Look! it is bare, The flaw: and he has found what godhe…
…he earlier rue If we chanced to meet again? I jingle homely lore, While you rhyme is with kiss— Which of us two Will the earlier rue The love of the Haj/lake Miss ? Not I the first to go, Nor I the first to deceive—— Which of us two Shall the the earliest rue Our garden of make—believe? 0 2 21 I
… horrible things I see, and try to find beauty in them, or to make beauty; and I write about all the beautiful things I only dream of. I love them all ; yes, even that woman yonder. VAUGHAN. Do you find beauty in her? PERCY. No, but I see in her history a poem, to which I trust that God will write an end. VAUGHAN. What end can come but evil? PERCY. O! if I had no hope for her I should have none for myself. , VAUGIIAN. How? Have you then fallen? PERCY. Oh, yes, I have fallen. I am older every hour. I have wasted time, I have wasted love. | VAUGH…
…hout any prompting on my part, to what a muddle the question necessarily led; and very nice for me, because it lets me out , cara soror! Love is the law, love under will. Yours fraternally, 666 P.S. I thought it a good plan to put my fundamental position all by itself in a postscript; to frame it. My observation of the Universe convinces me that there are beings of intelligence and power of a far higher quality than anything we can conceive of as human; that they are not necessarily based on the cerebral and nervous structures that we know; and…
…engulfing it within, his pile-ridden and fistula-riddled bung- hole is a camel. See with what joy he plunges in my turd-pipe ! How his love-lobes bang against my bum ! How he spurts his Scotch broth into my very colon ! By the way, did I ever tell you how the K..g of E.....d missed his coronation ? I shook my head and the tip of my Timothy-tool in negation. It was thus, continued the Archbishop, while the camel still played the part of Captain Shaw, a type rather of true love let loose than kept under, sending his foaming cream, like an a…
MOTHER LOVE 341 Where Zola failed, who can hope to succeed? To distinguish between brute and brute: no, dear lady, that task I not regretfully relinquish! But in "refined" strata? That cock won't fight, 0 thou Aspirant to the Sacred Wisdom! It's very often worse; for under the anaesthetic, the most delicately-minded ladies of high social position and religious repute are apt to pour forth floods of filth which would disgust the coarsest harridans of slum-land! This is the final fact: so long as our life is bound to that of the animal and vegeta…
…rbed and afraid Because it wears so holy a garb of light Of perfumed fire immaculately made. These sins are deadly. God is merciless For Love that joins Mans passion with His power, And makes to bloom on earth a fairer flower Than heaven bears. Our token of success Is that displeasure toward our sin unnamed Of a fierce demon jealous and ashamed.
…he dance that hails the golden pinions The sun waves over an awakening earth ; We know the joy that floods the heart’s dominions At true love’s birth. Even so, the mists that roll o’er earth are riven, The spirit flashes forth from mortal sight, And, flaming through the viewless space, is given A robe of light. As when the conqueror Christ burst forth of prison, And triumph woke the thunder of the spheres, 3
XII I Love you. That seems simple? No! Hear what the physiologist Says on the subject. Zo and fro The motor axis of the brain Eitts on the cerebellum hard, Makes the medulla itch : the bard Twttches hes spinal cord again, Excites Rolando’s fissure, and Impinges on the Pineal gland. Then Hippocampus major strikes The nerves, and we may say ‘He likes,” But of the umbilical cord Cut the cerebrum like a sword, And afferent ganglia, sensory bones, Shake in the caecum: then one groans “ He likes Miss What's your Name.” And if The appendix vermiformis…
… We are sightless and dumb. ORPHEUS More frail than your friends, The clouds borne above, The light of thee blends With the moon and her love. Thy spirit descends As a white-throated dove. Come forth! I invoke thee, O mist, and make me a sharer thereof! THE MIST From valleys of violet My shadow hath kissed, From low-lying islet, A vision of mist, 40
…ghs upswell, And sorrow shakes her: shame’s oblivious hell Burns round her body: in her eyes there swim Tears of deep joy, deep anguish; love's first hymn Is choral in her ear’s young miracle. She knows the utmost now: what waters white She held from heaven’s crystal fountains; flight Of what celestial birds struck down:—Ah me! What god or demigod hath struck remorse Into that close-crouched, cold, and desolate corse, Wailing her violate virginity ? SY / I
…ease in your caresses, And cares not for the song, so that it sings. Life is but one caress, one 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
thee: he shall expound it. But remember, 0 chosen one, to be me; to follow the love of Nu in the star-lit heaven; to look forth upon men, to tell them this glad word. 77. Ο be thou proud and mighty among men! 78. Lift up thyself! for there is none like unto thee among men or among Gods! Lift up thyself, 0 my prophet, thy stature shall surpass the stars. They shall worship thy name, foursquare, mystic, wonderful, the num- ber of the man; and the name of thy house 418. 79. The end of the hiding of Hadit ; and blessing and worship to the prophet o…