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…hope, and his tradition, and his pride. Thus have I written for the sake of truth, And for his sake who bears his father’s sword— I pray God under my fond guardianship As worthily. Thus far, and so—the end:
…and—I am feeling ill [CORA recovers her mental balance. CORA. A blood-grey vapour and a scorpion steam To poison the unrighteous life of God! [ULRIC looks on in a completely dazed manner, uncomprehending. CORA Zakes razor and puts tt in his hand. Kill yourself. ULRIC, smiling, as tf with some divine and ineffable joy, draws the razor across his throat, cutting in deeply. He falls bleeding. My dear! CORA. That is my duty to my motherhood. Let me now think of all this happening. [She sinks slowly into a chair trembling. She puts her hand to her t…
…h central goal Wherein some sucking devil squats Now surely as ever ! Broke the bowl. Loosed the old cord yet hope unblots The record. God may fuck her soul When Celia rots. [131]
… that I saw not pity, but desire! CHORUS. Surely a bane more potent than the first. MEDEA. Love is itself enchantment! CHORUS. Some kind god Whispers from this a little light of hope. MEDEA. Only the hopeless are the happy ones. CHORUS. But didst thou turn him from his gleaming goal? Cover that shame with sweeter shame than this? MEDEA. Thou knowest that his vigil was to keep, Invoking all Olympus all the night, And then to yoke the oxen, and to plough The fearful furrow, sow the dreadful seed, Smite down the armies, and assuage the pest Of sli…
… dance is done, And Death drives home his silver spurs! Then—the last leap. What crowning curse Can bid that cup of curses brim? How may God’s maniac ministers Lash the last languor out of Him? 203
… dance is done, And Death drives home his silver spurs! Then—the last leap. What crowning curse Can bid that cup of curses brim? How may God’s maniac ministers Lash the last languor out of Him? 203
…re truth. I invoke, I greet Thy presence, Ο Ra-Hoor-Khuit! Unity uttermost showed! I adore the might of Thy breath, Supreme and terrible God, Who makest the gods and death To tremble before Thee :— I, I adore thee! Appear on the throne of Ra! Open the ways of the Khu! Lighten the ways of the Ka! The ways of the Khabs run through To stir me or to still me! Aum! let it fill me! 38. So that thy light is in me; and its red flame is as a sword in my hand to push thy order. There is a secret door that I shall make to establish thy way in all the quarte…
Quod he: “ By Goddes holy spell, So high a venture was not known, Nor so divine a miracle. A certain beast there runs alone, That ever in his belly sounds A hugeous cry, a monster moan, As if a thirty couple hounds Quested within him. Now God saith (I swear it by His holy wounds And by His lamentable death, And by His holy Mother’s face !) That he shall know the Beauteous Breath And taste the Goodly Gift of Grace Who shall achieve this marvel quest.” Then Arthur sterte up from his place, And sterte up boldly all the rest, And sware to seek this…
…ight of the dread oath that bound him: He would not yet give up the quest. “Nay! while I am,” quoth he, “ though Hell Engulph me, though God mock me well, I follow as I sware; I follow, Though it be unattainable. Nay, more! Because I may not win, Is’t worth man’s work to enter in! The Infinite with mighty passion Hath caught my spirit in a gin. Come! since I may not imitate The Beast, at least I work and wait. We shall discover soon or late Which is the master—I or Fate!” 85
Further, the attitude of the magician to his weapous should be tliat of the God to the suppliant who invokes Him. It should he the love of the father for his child, the tenderness and care of the hridegroom for his bride, and that peculiar feeling which the creator of every work of art feeïs for his masterpieee. Where this is clearly understood, the magician will find no difficulty in observing the proper ritual, not only in the actual cérémonial consécration of each weapon, but in the actuai prépara¬ tion, a process which should adumbrate this…
…of the mouth. He is the Open Eye of the exalted Sun, before whom ail shadows flee away: also that Secret Eye which makes an image of its God, the Light, and gives it power to utter oracles, enlightening the mind. Thus, he is Man made God, exalted, eager; he has corne consciously to his full stature, and so is ready to set out on his journey to redeem the world. But he may not appear in this true form; the Vision of Pan would drive men mad with fear. He must conceal Himself in his original guise. He therefore becomes apparently the man that he w…
…er drips, Oozing in tiny drops caught up again By the sun’s heat, that brooks not his eclipse And dissipates the welcome clouds of rain. God ! have Thou pity soon on this amazing pain. If but a lion stirred with distant roar The silence of the world, perchance at last I might find honey in his mouth, and store His tawny flanks until the sand were past. Nay, but these wastes intolerably vast, Like glowing copper raging for the heat, Stretch and stretch on and leave me all aghast 46
…now, he gathers to himself vain men, Violent folk, and breakers of the law, And holds aloof in rocky deserts, where The land, accurst of God, is barren still Of any herb, or flower, or any tree, And has no shelter, nor sweet watersprings, Save where a lonely cave is hollow, and where A meagre fountain sucks the sand. Our folk Are naked of his counsel and defence Against the tribe of Ammon, and stand aghast; Our feeble arms sway doubtfully long swords, And spears are flung half-heartedly ; and he With warlike garrison and stronger arms _ Who mig…
….) In her womb Brews the Elixir, and the roses bloom. For the Three Maries (so he said) were One : Three aspects of the mystic spouse of God, Isis ! This pagan ! " Look towards the Sun " (Quoth he) " And seek a winepress to be trod ; " With Beauty girdled, garlanded, and shod.
…ernity. Alas ! that mind returns from its abode With newer problems, fiercer thoughts ! But stay ! Suppose it came not ? It must be with God !— Then this dull house of gold and iron and clay Is happy also— 'tis an easy way ! 24
…as a smile : Even as a smile on Beauty's burning cheek- Ha ! In a circle ? As this journey is ? How vain is man's imagining and weak ! Begod my lady, and my lady's kiss ? Back swing we to the pitiful abyss. Liken God's being to the life of man. So reason staggers. Angels, answer me ! Ye who have watched the far unfolding plan— How is time shorter than eternity ? Prove it and weigh ! By mind it cannot be. All our divisions spring in our own brain. See ! As upsprings on the horizon there A clefted hill contemptuous of the plain. (Why, which is hi…
94 THE EQUINOX With all their thorns ; we came there at the dawn, My lord and I; God sailed across The sky in’s galleon of amber, drawn By singing winds While we wove garlands of the flowers of our minds. IV All day my lover deigned to murder me, Linking his kisses in a chain About my neck ; demon-embroidery! Bruises like far-off mountains stain The valley of my body of ivory ! Then last came sleep. I wake, and he is gone; what should I do but weep? Vv Nay, for I wept enough—more sacred tears |— When first he pinned me, gripped My flesh, and as…
94 THE EQUINOX With all their thorns ; we came there at the dawn, My lord and I; God sailed across The sky in’s galleon of amber, drawn By singing winds While we wove garlands of the flowers of our minds. IV All day my lover deigned to murder me, Linking his kisses in a chain About my neck ; demon-embroidery! Bruises like far-off mountains stain The valley of my body of ivory ! Then last came sleep. I wake, and he is gone; what should I do but weep? Vv Nay, for I wept enough—more sacred tears |— When first he pinned me, gripped My flesh, and as…
…tched, Like all the rest, begins to crumble. Where is the Beast? His bliss exceeded All that bards sing of or priests mumble; No man, no God, hath known what he did. Only this baulked him—that he lacked Exactly the one thing he needed. 107
… to me, Come with Apollo in bridal dress (Shepherdess and pythoness) Come with Artemis, silken shod, And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God, In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount, The dimpled dawn of the amber fount! Dip the purple of passionate prayer In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare, The soul that startles in eyes of blue To watch thy wantonness weeping through The tangled grove, the gnarléd bole