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That if man lack not purpose, but succeed, Reaching in very deed Impersonal existence; — Lo ! Man is made one with God, an equal soul. For he shall know The harmony, the oneness of the Whole. This was my purpose. Vain, Ah vain ! The Star of the Unconquered Will Centred its vehemence and light, to stain In one successful strain, The stainless sphere of the unchangeable. With its own passionate, desperate breath Ever confronting the dark gate of Death. I passed that gate ! O pitiful ! The same Mystery holds me, and the flame Of Life stands up, un…
1903 · PDF PAGE 9
…to go.” “ There is America,” I said. I had to say something. “ Where the disappearance of man has followed that of manners : the exit of God has not wished to lag behind that of grammar. I have no use for American men, and only one use for American women.” “ Of a truth,” I said, “ the continent is accursed— a very limbo.” “ It is the counterfoil of evolution,” said the man wearily. There was silence. “ What can I do for you ? ” I asked. “ Are you indeed ill ?” vi
1904 · PDF PAGE 80
66 WHY JESUS WEPT. THE WOMAN. O God ! I am punished. Sir Percy here ! What is the matter, dear my love ? SIR PERCY. Never mind love — you are ? MOLLY. O sir, your Molly, that you broke the heart of. See what has come to me ! SIR PERCY. Ah, if you knew. You are the lucky one ! I am in grips with a more dread disease Than all your wildest nightmares figure you ! A carriage rolls by, as from the theatre. It stops owing to a block in the traffic. MOLLY. O sir ! I am so sorry for you. SIR PERCY. And a lot of good that does ! Enter, on the pavement, …
1905 · PDF PAGE 27
…for pure love? Did I see Zeus with his face through the thunder Frowning with fury and wonder? Love in Olympus is free— I have created a god, not a mortal of mortal degree. Ant. y ORPHEUS Hear me, O mother, descended To earth, from the sisterly shrine ! Hear me, a mortal unfriended, Save thou, in thy purity splendid Indwell me, invoke the divine! As sunlight enkindles the ocean, As moonlight shakes earth with emotion, As starlight shoots trembling in wine, So be thy soul for a man! Teach my young fingers to span That musical lyre of thine! Pass…
1910 · PDF PAGE 125
…uth ! The King-Ghost boasts eternal usurpature ; For in this pool of tears his fingers fret I had imagined, by enduring nature, The twin gods Thus-will-I and May-be-yet. God, keep us most from ill, What time the King-Ghost grips the will ! Silver and rose and gold what flame resurges ? What living light pours forth in emerald waves ? What inmost Music drowns the clamorous dirges ? Shrieking thy fly, the King-Ghost and his slaves. Lord, let Thy Ghost indwell, And keep us from the power of Hell ! Amen.
1910 · PDF PAGE 7
…1 THE FIVE ADORATIONS. To Gerald Pinsent 64 TELEPATHY. To Euphemia L 65 THE SWIMMER. To Norman Mudd 72 THE MUSE. To Kathleen 73 THE GOD AND THE GIRL. To Dorothy L 75 ROSEMARY. To the memory of Hippolytus 79 AU BAL. To Horace Sheridan-Bickers 82 DISAPPOINTMENT. To Sadie B 83 THE OCTOPUS. To my Mother 85 THE EYES OF DOROTHY. To Dot 86
1910 · PDF PAGE 11
1 ROSA COELI I ROSE of the World ! Ruby with blood from the bright veins of God Caught in the chalice of your heart, and pearled With dew at many a melting period When the amethyst lustre of your eyes dissolves The veil that hides your naked splendour From these infirm resolves And halting loves of your poor poets soul With radiance mild and tender, So that I see awhile the golden goal ! Yea ! all your light involves Me, me tenebrous, me too cold and base Ever to kindle to the maiden face (Three years my wife, three years of me unwon !) That w…
1911 · PDF PAGE 58
…ngs ! O shield me in your span, ye everlasting wings ! I kneel at Mary’s shrine ; the incense fumes ascend To bring my spirit through to GOD’S appointed end. Though in the valley of the shade of death I be, I fear not ; for Thy rod and staff they comfort me. I imprecate the aid of Mary, Mother mild ! The asp and dragon bow before Her Holy Child. The heathen did uprise ; the folk of fear and doubt. Great bulls of Bashan did encompass me about. The lions roared for prey ; the eagles screamed for food : All these were stilled before thy crownèd Mo…
1911 · PDF PAGE 55
…t Corrupt His oysters to make pearls? Shall not these lips praise Him? They kissed No cold reluctant girl’s. Jaja’ hath woven the web of God From threads of lust and laughter spun. In heaven the rose is worth the rod ; And love as water, One. 47
1911 · PDF PAGE 55
…t Corrupt His oysters to make pearls? Shall not these lips praise Him? They kissed No cold reluctant girl’s. Jaja’ hath woven the web of God From threads of lust and laughter spun. In heaven the rose is worth the rod ; And love as water, One. 47
1912 · PDF PAGE 68
…y in, and shattered The whole delusion asinine. All the false water-nymphs that flattered He killed with his resounding curse— O fool of God! as if it mattered! So, nothing better, rather worse, Out of the blue bliss of the pool Came dripping that inveterate fool!
1913 · PDF PAGE 28
E . N . da C. Andrade . STUDENTS' SONG . POR God's sake, let us laugh a little, 1 All our days we strive to seek Things the world calls worthy , brittle Bubbles breaking while we speak . Half believing old pretences , Fearing censure from the wise , Down we bow 'fore what our senses Tells us are inanities. The sun's out: damn their teaching The sun 's out : damn all preaching We are wise , but we will prove We are not too wise to love. Teachers , when you've often said it, You believe much foolishness : Preachers, do you really credit All you t…
1898 · PDF PAGE 40
Which dips, one wide black shaft, most horrible, Down to the nether Hell. Yet there seems time. God’s grief has not forgotten His mighty arm, and with His pitying breath A strong wind woke me ere my boat grew rotten With venom of the stream, that quivereth Now as He blew upon it—fish and bird Live at that silent word ! And I arose to seek the oars of Lying Wherewith I had embarked—the wind had torn Their wood to splinters—“ Jesus ! I am dying ! Send me Thy cross to fashion some unborn Oarage of Truth to quit this stream of Death ! ” O vain, O w…
1899 · PDF PAGE 25
THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 17 But I am born of gods, and turn My eyes to thee, thyself divine. My vigorous heart and spirit yearn With love, my cheeks with passion burn— As thy clear eyes may well discern By gazing into mine. Thy heart is cool, thy cheeks are pale, Nor blush with shame like winter wine To understand my amorous tale, For words and looks of Love must fail To touch thee, since a snowy veil Is twixt my mind and thine. Dear goddess, at whose early breast I drank in all desires and woes ; Most reverend god, who oft caressed Her pale chaste…
1904 · PDF PAGE 44
… fool am I ; I took an honied kiss ; I revelled in pure bliss ; Yet never thought to try A keepsake to obtain To wear my heart upon. Now God is great and gracious ; Here’s medicine for my pain. She has left it ; she has gone ! How sweet the air and spacious !
1905 · PDF PAGE 47
…beat and heave when I press lips of fire, hell’s princeliest boon, To thy mad petals, green and gold like angels’ wings, when as a flood God’s essence fills them, and the blood throughout their web grows icy cold ? To thy red centre are my eyes held fast and fervent, as at night Some sad miasma lends a light of strange and silent blasphemies To lure a soul to hell, to draw some saint’s charred lust, to tempt, to win Another sacrifice to sin, another poet’s heart to gnaw With dubious remorse. Oh ! flame of torturing flower- love ! sacrament Of S…
1906 · PDF PAGE 42
…n the hearts that revel in it, Drowned in the breath of the hell that pours In the heart of Paris its infamous wave. Damning the soul of God, I rise, Stumble among the dissolute bands, 36
1909 · PDF PAGE 225
…qual war Is wiser than only to weep— To weep for evermore ! Now, at the crown of the year, The decadent days of October, I come to thee, God, without fear; Pious, chaste, and sober. I solemnly sacrifice This first-fruit flower of wine For a vehicle of thy vice As I am Thine to be mine. For five in the year gone by I pray Thee give to me one; A lover stronger than I, A moon to swallow the sun! 215
1909 · PDF PAGE 225
…qual war Is wiser than only to weep— To weep for evermore ! Now, at the crown of the year, The decadent days of October, I come to thee, God, without fear; Pious, chaste, and sober. I solemnly sacrifice This first-fruit flower of wine For a vehicle of thy vice As I am Thine to be mine. For five in the year gone by I pray Thee give to me one; A lover stronger than I, A moon to swallow the sun! 215
1910 · PDF PAGE 380
THE HIGH HISTORY OF GOOD So halted he his horse, and bent To catch remembrance from the eyes That stared to God, whose ardour sent His radiance from the ruthless skies. Then like a statue still he sate; Nor quivered nerve, nor muscle stirred; While round them flapped insatiate The fell, abominable bird. But coldest horror drave the light From knightly eyes. How pale thy bloom, Thy blood, O brow whereon the night Sits like a serpent on a tomb! For Palamede those eyes beheld The iron image of his own ; On those dead brows a fate he spelled To str…