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1. Temple qui fut. 2. Poissons d’or. IA soul curls back, Their souls like petals, Thin, long, spiral,Like those of a chrysanthemum curl Smoke-like up and back from the Vavicel, the calyx,Pale green, pale gold, transparent, Green of plasma, rose-white,…
IDeux Movements 1. Temple qui fut. 2. Poissons d’or. IA soul curls back, Their souls like petals, Thin, long, spiral,Like those of a chrysanthemum curl Smoke-like up and back from the Vavicel, the…
One after one they leave thee, High Priest of Iacchus,Intoning thy melodies as winds intoneThewhisperings of leaves on sunlit days.And the sands are manyAnd the seas beyond the sands are oneIn ultimate, so we here being manyAre unity; nathless thy…
Thou keep’st thy rose-leaf Till the rose-time will be over,Think’st thou that Death will kiss thee? Think’st thou that the Dark House Will find thee such a lover As I? Will the new roses miss thee? Prefer my cloak unto…
Guido Orlando, Singing Befits me praise thine empery,Lady of Valour,Past all disproving;Thou art the flower to me—Nay, by Love’s pallor—Of all good loving. Worthy to reap men’s praisesIs he who’d gaze uponTruth’s mazes.In like commend is he,Who, loving fixedly,Love so…
1 his papier-mâché, which you see, my friends,Saith ’twas the worthiest of editors.Its mind was made up in ‘the seventies’,Nor hath it ever since changed that concoction.It works to represent that school of thoughtWhich brought the hair-cloth chair to such…
Gladstone was still respected,When John Ruskin produced‘King’s Treasuries’; SwinburneAnd Rossetti still abused. Foetid Buchanan lifted up his voiceWhen that faun’s head of hersBecame a pastime forPainters and adulterers. The Burne-Jones cartonsHave preserved her eyes;Still, at the Tate, they teachCophetua to…
The gew-gaws of false amber and false turquoise attract them.‘Like to like nature’: these agglutinous yellows!
Towards the Noel that morte saison(Christ make the shepherds’ homage dear!)Then when the grey wolves everychoneDrink of the winds their chill small-beerAnd lap o’ the snows food’s gueredonThen makyth my heart his yule-tide cheer(Skoal! with the dregs if the clear…