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… I flung it in my anguish to the ground, I raise it, and its music hath not found One string or snapped or loosened, and the tune Is the old triumph garlanded and crowned ! Folly and hate! Blithe mockery of sorrow ! Shrill me no harsh lies of some sweet to- morrow !1 Soothe me no hateful mysteries of the moon, How one life lends what 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 Hal…
1905 · PDF PAGE 44
…e the small floweret, hidden by the maze Of the dying children of the copper-beech, Lifts a blue forehead to the sun to kiss— Fancies of old romance too pitiful lor any delicate quill to ight upon-- Yes, when the sky from stainless ebony Merges in azure, like as if the light Of stars had melted into all the black To gladden it, O then the solemn hush Of morning shall behold the silent grave, And wait a moment in rich worshipping Of Love, creator of the world’s delight, Till the full chorus of the spirits of fre (Whose mighty shoulders and wide-…
1905 · PDF PAGE 193
…roken bosom still abide His virginal white bride. So, in the dawn of skies unseen above, Your passion’s fiercest flakes shall catch new gold, The sun of an inmeasurable love More beautiful shall touch the chaos cold Of earth that is grown old. Then, shameful sisterhood of earth’s disdain, Your lips shall speak your hearts, and understand ; Your lovers shall assuage the amorous pain With spiritual lips more keen and bland, And ye shall take God’s hand. THE NAMELESS QUEST.! Tue king was silent. In the blazoned hall Shadows, more mute than at a fu…
1919 · PDF PAGE 154
…ity there remains, back of all, the Will. The Will to Be. The Will to Be Nothing, which is the only state inconceivable to the mind. The old God willed to be some- thing, and the Universe appeared, The New God wills to be Nothing and be- reflection of which was caught by the body. So joyful it became that it whirled round in a mad dance, and was filled with music. It was stifled by the confines of the room; but “I” was Free, so it couldn’t matter much. (This is the second experience of rhythm filling the body, and causing it to whirl and dance …
1906 · PDF PAGE 28
…me. The Rescuer of Matter is My Name. I am the Heart of Jesus girt about With the Swift Serpent! I, Osirified, Stand in this Hall of Twofold Truth and say : Holy art Thou, Lord of the Universe! Holy art Thou, whom Nature hathnot formed! Holy art Thou, O Vast and Mighty One! O Lord of Darkness and O Lord of Light! Holy art Thou, O Light above all Gods! O Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy King Ineffable, O Consciousness Divine In whose white Presence, even I, a god, A god of gods, prostrate myself and say : I am the spark of Thine abundant flame. I am the f…
1907 · PDF PAGE 13
…that I am.” Perpend! (Hark back to Hamlet !) You stand thus poised upon the cliff Freewill—I await that will; (One) laughter ; (Two) the old kiss; (Three) silence after. No? Then vacate the laboratory ! Psychology must crown the event, And sociology content, Ethics suffice, the simple story ! (Oh! that a woman ever went Through course of science, full and whole, Without the loss of beauty’s scent, And grace, and subtlety of soul. Ah God! this Law maketh hearts ache, ‘Who eateth shall not have his cake.’’) If XIV. AccEpr measIam! I give All you …
1905 · PDF PAGE 219
…ope the sun. I seek the darkness, not the light. O Lord Harpocrates,? be still The moveless centre of my will ! My sorrows are more manifold Than His that bore the sins of man. My sins are like the starry fold, My hopes their desolation wan. O Nuit,’ the starry one, arise, And set thy starlight in my skies ! In darkness, in the void abyss, I grope with vain despairing arms. The silence as a serpent is, The rustle of the world alarms. O Horus,® Light in Darkness, bless My failure with thine own success ! My suffering is keen as theirs That in Am…
1905 · PDF PAGE 81
…rous that thus invade Our fencéd cities, these that put to sword Our helpless. Hear the cry of widowed men ! Of young men fatherless! Of old men reft Of children! Grant us victory to avenge Their innocent shed blood, and ruined land. So, to gain time for prayer and penitence For grievous trespass of idolatry Done to the accurséd Baalim (aszde)—and time To gather fugitives, and make them men, And straggling herdsmen for our arma- ment !—(a/oud) We send thee, herald, to the furious king Who lies with all his power encamped some- where Hence south…
1906 · PDF PAGE 108
…e ; the great hand shot Forth, and broke in the brass-bound door; the day Passed with him inwards; then the brazen hoofs Beat with a tenfold fury on the stone. But Jason, swiftly turned, evaded these, And chose two oxen from that monstrous herd To whose vast heads he strode, and by the horns Plucked them. Then fire, devouring, sprang at him From furious nostrils: and indignant breath, Fountains of seething smoke, spat forth at him. But with no tremor of aught that seemed like fear Drew them by sheer strength from their place, and yoked Their fr…
1907 · PDF PAGE 78
…? Why do you knock so? [Great noise below.) No honester crafts- man ever built a door—you waste time! Why so reluctant to move from the cold night to the ‘‘ blush of an alabaster brow,” and the rest of your accursed troubadour’s jargon, to a bliss you little expect. “‘ Gratia cum Nymphis geminisque sororibus audet ducere nuda choros.” But your choros, Blanche, is but your old uncle, who per- haps loves you better than you think just now. [ad sound of suppressed sobbing from the Chapel.) Ah! you may weep if you will—but what choice have you left…
1905 · PDF PAGE 39
… and understands Beyond the first Amen.” THE ALCHEMIST. THIS POEM WAS INTENDED AS THE PRO- LOGUE ‘YO A PLAY—AT PRESENT UN- FINISHED.? An old tower, very lofty, on a small and rocky islet, Inthe highest chamber aman of some forty years, but stlver-haired, looks out of the window. Clear starry night, no moon. Chamber furnished with books, alchemtc instruments, etc. He gazes some minutes, stzhs deeply, but at last speaks. THE world moves not. abyss, Look down into the black unfathomed vault Of starland and behold—myself. I gaze upon the The sea To…
1905 · PDF PAGE 171
…lies—slain ! Madness and Terror and the deadly mood of Fortitude, A misbegotten brood Of all things shameful—O the desolate eyes Of the cold Christ enthroned! The weep- ing heaven Answers for angels: the oppressive skies See them dislink from bodily form and shape, Unloved and unforgiven, Unwept, unpenitent, unshriven! Their hell of horror knows no gate of any escape. This tragedy is terrible to me. Even I, its spirit, shudder as I see ; I, passionless, the moulder of men’s hope, The slayer of them, cast no horoscope Divining what befell. And I…
1907 · PDF PAGE 167
…st to her breast, mouth to her mouth, I lie, Hand upon hand, and foot on foot, sore weeping— Can she not live again or I not die? As the old prophet on the child I fall And breathe—but no breath answers me at all. All of my kisses stir no blush, no sigh ; She will not hear me ever if I call! Let the far music of oblivious years Sound in the sea beneath! Are not its waters one with all my tears? Hath Atropos no comfort in her shears? No Muse for me one wreath? Were I now dead and free to travel far Whither I will, ah me! Not whither I must—were …
1907 · PDF PAGE 223
…ess. Ah! me it shall capture In torrents of rapture ; It shall flood me, and fill, and possess. For brighter from age unto age The weary old world shall renew Its life at the lips of the sage, Its love at the lips of the dew. With kisses and tears The return of the years Is sure as the starlight is true. Yet the drift of the stars is to beauty, To strength, and to infinite pleasure. The toil and the worship and duty Shall turn them to laughter and leisure. Were the world understood Ye would see it was good, A dance to a delicate measure. Ye foo…
1906 · PDF PAGE 134
128 AHAB And like a serpent’s mouth is cold, And like a serpent’s mouth is keen, And like a serpent’s mouth is death. Lithe arms, wan with love’s mysteries, Creep round and close me in, as Thule Wraps Arctic oceans ultimate ; Some deathly swoon or sacrifice, This love—a red hypnotic jewel Worn in the forehead of a Fate ! And like a devil-fish is ice, And like a devil-fish is cruel, And like a devil-fish is hate. Beneath those kisses songs of sadness Sob, in the pulses of desire, Seeking some secret in the deep ; Low melodies of stolen gladness,…
1929 · PDF PAGE 418
…gh the forest. He fantastically exhorts the woodcutter to make an art of his work, while the girl amuses herself by trying to excite the old man's passions. That night there is a thunderstorm; and an English girl, who has lost her way, takes refuge in his hut. He combines the element of his thought during sleep, chops her to pieces, stacks her limbs neatly by the hut, and goes off to his regular work. A rescue party discovers him. The story ends, "They told him of a widow lady in Paris who could beat him at his own game." {667} I am passionatel…
1939 · PDF PAGE 51
which exists, and the great Hebrew sages of old time noted this fact by giving it the title of the supreme idea of reality (behind their tribal God, Jehovah, who, as we have previously shown, is merely the Yoga of the 4 Elements, even at his highest,the Demiourgos) EheiehAsher-Eheieh, I am that I am. 17. If there is any sense in any of this at all, we may expect to find an almost identical system of thought all over the world. There is nothing exclusively Hebrew about this theogony. We find, for example, in the teachings of Zoroaster and the…
1906 · PDF PAGE 62
…e spray of the dawn. And the life of the mountain swims through me (So the song of a thrush in me thrills) And the dawn speaks to me, of old for it knew ne The soul of the hills. I stand on the mountain in wonder As the splendour springs up in the East, As the cloud banks are rended asunder, And the wings of the Night are released. As in travail a maiden demented, Afraid of the deed she hath done, By no man lamented, springs up the sweet- scented Pale flower of the sun. So change not the heights and the hollows ; The hollows are one with the he…
1905 · PDF PAGE 113
…ess, life beyond the tomh ! Manhood reluctant from religion’s womb Leaps, and sweet laughters flash for freedom’s birth That thrills the old bosom of maternal earth. The dawn has broken ; yet the impure fierce fire Kindles the grievous furnace of desire Still for the harpy brood of king and priest, Slave, harlot, coward, that make human feast Before the desecrated god, in hells Of darkness, where the mitred vampire dwells, Where still death reigns, and God and priests are fed, Man’s blood for wine, man’s flesh for meat and bread, The lands of m…
1907 · PDF PAGE 18
… you, love you. Iither, shore Of far unstained eternity ! There we will rest. Beware! Beware! For I am young, and you are fair. Nay! Iam old in this, you know! Ah ! heart of God! I love you so! XXV. O WHAT pale thoughts like gum exude From smitten stem of tropic tree ! I talk of veils, who love the nude ! Witness the masterpieces three Of Rodin that make possible Life in prosaic Paris, stand About the room, its chorus swell From the irritating to the grand. Shall we, who love the naked form, The inmost truth, to ourselves fail, Take shelter fro…