Out of the seething cauldron of my woes,
Where sweets and salt and bitterness I flung;
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A part, immutable, unseen,
Being, before itself had been,
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To-night I tread the unsubstantial way
That looms before me, as the thundering night
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Jupiter's foursquare blaze of gold and blue
Rides on the moon, a lilac conch of pearl,
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[Dedicated to G. M. Marston]
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I praise Thee, God, whose rays upstart beneath the Bright
and Morning Star:
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When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the
glance
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Uncharmable charmer
Of Bacchus and Mars
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Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad,
when rosy limbs and sweat entwine;
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[Dedicated to Frank Harris, editor of Vanity Fair]
On the black night, beneath the winter moon,
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[Dedicated to Horace Sheridan-Bickers]
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs,
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Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years
Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres!
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So it is eighteen years,
Helena, since we met!
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There never was a face as fair as yours,
A heart as true, a love as pure and keen.
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TO LAYLAH EIGHT-AND-TWENTY
Lamp of living loveliness,
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I bring ye wine from above,
From the vats of the storied sun;
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Beneath the vine tree and the fig
Where mortal cares may not intrude,
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Gabriel whispered in mine ear
His archangelic poesie.
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Here rests beneath this hospitable spot
A youth to flats and flatties not unknown.
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Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced,
The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced,
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[Dedicated to Raymond Radclyffe]
I am that hawk of gold
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AN ATTACK ON BARBERCRAFT
[Dedicated to George Cecil Jones]
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Come to my arms --- is it eve? is it morn?
Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn?
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Mother of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake!
Silence and speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are at
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Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star:
Slain is Asar.
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I
The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam.
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[Dedicated to K.M.Ward]
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Out of the night forth flamed a star -mine own!
Now seventy light-years nearer as I urge
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How many million galaxies there are
Who knows? and each has countless stars in it,
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