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The Book of Jade .


5R6BOOKOFJAD6 Doxey's At the Sign of the Lark New York .

is of which this No. <Jk .Copyright Doxey's 1901 This edition is limited to six hundred copies. O-O .

College library PS To the Memory of Charles Baudelaire 1053383 .


TABLE PACK PRELUDE PART ONE Ashtoreth Parfait ii 19 Amour 20 22 Opium Sombre Sonnet Languor Ennui Litany 23 24 25 26 28 29 Harvard Pride Song of Golden Youth 30 Mais Moi Je Vis La Vie En Rouge 32 34 35 Louanges D'Elle Helas Sonnet 36 37 Sonnet .

TABLE PACK Rondeau 38 Autumn Song Ballad 39 40 42 43 Changelessness Madonna Poppy Song Consolation 44 47 Liebes-Tod 48 50 Evening Song Song of the Stars in Praise of Her 52 54 56 57 58 Aubade Remember Song Song Constancy 59 Requiem 60 Autumn Burial 62 Sonnet of Burial 64 65 Nocturne 8 .

TABLE PART TWO PAGK 75 Mad Sonnet of The House Youth 76 78 De Profundis Prayer Sestettes 80 82 85 Sonnet of the Instruments of Death Truth Hegel 86 87 88 Monotony Sepulture 89 Misenimus Scorn 90 91 The Grave 92 Mummy Sepulchral Life 94 95 9 .

TABLE PACK Corpse 96 97 98 Mankind The Defilers The Grotesques Dead Dialogue Fragments Envoi 99 103 108 117 POSTLUDE Dedication 123 129 10 .

Why do the stars shine always in the sky? I think if I might die. less tiring than the duty Of kissing her. At last I think I am quite tired of beauty. I am tired of myrrh.PRELUDE am a little tired of all things mortal. might be. In Ispahan. Something more sweet. I am quite tir'd of love. Where I recline upon my deep diwan. ii . I see through half-shut eyelids languorous The old monotonous / through the western portal. And Of I am weary of The smoking censers. I thought so fair. and the sweet diversion stroking Leila's jasmine-scented hair. Gold sun set slowly I am a little weary of the Persian Girl that I lov'd. And kissing her.

alas 12 . golden sins be mine for sinning. come. come. very sad. Nor beautiful. moon-faced Leila hath repented a little singing Hafiz' songs melodiously. my palanquin And long ago i For man. nor wonderful. languidly. And now Of peace! For see. I pray'd That gorgeous. And Surely all things are vain. And once.PRELUDE Khaled. But now. alas. that Brahm prov'd in great compassion is not nor ever was. And all my is heart is fain Of something. and great thanksgiving Is due not. surely all things now are vain. Nothing far too great for living. Well now. since all Goodbye! With things are not worth the winning. these I have a little playd. something. But now I would not leave For any sin. and slowly move the scented Gold narghile away. let the lyres cease. alas.

I Then "with philosophy I bor'd me duly. in sweet golden rhyme. So beauty wearied me. and Victory came unto me. since on earth I must a while sojourn. 'And turn'd away. But Brahm is dead. since I could not slumber all the time. that in the olden fashion I might laugh once again ere all is said. in order slowly Love. 'And Virtue came. And I. In luxury. that own my mastery. All things shall walk. Now And And since of all I am a little weary.PRELUDE would he were. since a while must burn The censer of my long existence dreary. and Duty. On white papyrus scented with patchouli starry-beautiful. To these I said Pray come another day. Joy. Wrote masterpieces The earth was full. stiff and holy. I kiss'd them languidly. 13 .

Stiff. unto the velvet-falling measure for shawms. all is is drunken! for thee Soul. trailing. . And walk Of golden-voiced. Like to a consecrated bishop holy. solemn-sounding shawms. My Sin from golden goblets of Bysant Shall drink absinthe. purple.PRELUDE My Ennui shall in vestments falling lowly. purple Pride. all eaten. (My candles are all burning at her shrine) Shall be made drunk with wine. . And my gold-crowned wanton goddess Pleasure. their faces transitory all life show within Something more subtile than While I shall live. and my Luxuriousness. Ah. can give. long. all is liv'd. No rhyme All they that wait upon me in my glory. episcopal Sweep through her palace hall. My And my Shall Voluptuousness. there anything Excepting sanctity ? now 14 left .

'And all the palac'd capitals that be Have wearied me. All the philosophies. All the satiety. we have confess'd. all the olden Sins. ev'n we too have been have been holy Said. And things forbid. Paradisiacal. / have drunk out of heavy goblets golden. Alas! and all the pictures that are painted. Exstatical. As from some hellish tabernaculum Cannabis. I have had all things unto mortals given. With all the sciences I am acquainted.PRELUDE Nay. in virtue sunken. all I all the women. I know quite all the poisons. all the passion I. 15 . Alas! I know quite all the languages. all the tenebreux dark secrets hid. We priest. I have had the pleasures known in heaven. conium. Missa Est. purpureal.

Land of cocagne. all art. And I am come to Persia again. and the seas. all life's all passion I have had: I have heard all the symphonies. 16 . I have sail'd all I have drain'd cup in languid fashion.PRELUDE "Alas. all knowledge.

The Book of Jade PART ONE .


So I prostrate before thy deity. Before whose face priests sing in solemn chime. Like some moon-idol of the buried time.ASHTORETH In thy blue pallid gown that shimmereth So pale thou standest in the wan moonlight. So wan thy high tiara glimmereth Above thy mystical far eyes of light. Pallid thou standest in thy divinity. O changeless Ashtoreth. Where the gold censer near thy body white Wraps thee around with its perfumed breath . And in my hands a golden censer swung. Unto thy face have solemn praises sung. Thou seemest some dead goddess of the night. O starry love. .

PARFAIT It is AMOUR not that thy face is fair As dying sunsets are. And that within thy soul I prize The calmness of the dead. Thy kisses holy wine . sweet lost soul of thine ! O O O Thy bosom is an altar-place. Nor that thy lovely eyelids wear The splendour of a star . And on The thy stained lips I kiss holy lips of Death ! 20 . Sweet incense offer'd for my bliss Is thy corrupted breath. Tis the deep sadness of thine eyes Hath my heart captive led. holy love. fair white face.

PARFAIT AMOUR Wherefore because thy heart Fill'd full is all of mournfulness. And thy gold head as with a pall Hung o'er with sinfulness. Because thy soul is utterly Sinful unto the core Therefore my heart is bound to Dear love. forevermore ! thee. 21 .

For thee shall not with high uplifted urn The Night pour out dreams that awake and say. O pallid . Before the world the vain we maiden vesperal. Unceasingly its still-ascending stream. O where the air winds its myrrh-scented steam About thy naked body's disarray. also in our turn scatter'd morning gold away. Born and forgot Shall not today's gold to thy shut eyes seem in the dead ages gray ? Sunk from life's mournful loud processional. 22 . We By were.OPIUM Naught is more sweet than gently to let dream The pallid flower of life asleep alway Where the dim censer sends up far from day .

. I Therefore love thee more than aught of life that dies. thine unillumin'd eyes. Awful cathedrals where rich shadows fall . desolate eyes. Regal and mournful and funereal. from day I sit beside thee far And Thy look into thy holy eyes alway. Hoarse symphonies sepulchral as a pall Mad crimes adorn'd with bestial blazonings. Whereto a solemn savor of death clings: Coerulian serpents mark'd with azure rings . .SOMBRE SONNET I love all sombre and autumnal things. Within whose subtile beauty slumbereth The twain solemnity Therefore and death. Things strange and curious and majestical.

The days and Until our bodies to the earth are gone. Pass by before our eyes and not abide. And kiss me with a kiss that shall not tire. I think how That all pleasant such a thing must be. Hast thou not now.LANGUOR Although thy face be whiter than the dawn. dear love deified. O Enough of kisses upon thy forehead wan ? nights. thy lovely limbs should fall away. 24 . And drop to nothing in their soft decay. Fairer than aught the dawning hath descried. like beads to pray upon. With new love on thy changed lips like fire. And so these things shall be till we have died. Then may thy buried body turn to me.

Please to go away. . Boring myself with solitude and dreams. Dreamily garmented in pallid blue. gray. But I said only is I . and One that was shrouded like a person dead. And one most beautiful began to pray. with sacerdotal The seven mortal sins. all Naught And really very foolish. When. in rich array. Came in and knelt: one old. gleams They swung before me amschirs of strange gold. And one whose robes cast reddish-purple Upon her scornful face at peace alway.ENNUI I sat in tall Gomorrah on a day. have dream'd of you. like strange priests. tread. things are very old. and weak.

Me. All the women of the earth weary Thee . 26 .LITANY. Life and death fatigue Thee. Me . All the statues and all the temples bore All the authors that there are bore . All the philosophies bore Thee All the statues and all the temples bore Thee. Life and death fatigue Me. . All the women The fruit of the of the earth weary vine wearieth Me Me . All the symphonies weary Thee. The fruit of the vine wearieth Thee. . Victory and defeat fatigue Thee Gladness and sorrowing fatigue Thee. Victory and defeat fatigue Me Gladness and sorrowing fatigue Me. Thee . All the symphonies weary Me. . All the authors that there are bore All the philosophies bore Me.

. . Myself wearieth Me.LITANY The earth and the heavens weary Me The sun by day and the moon by night weary . The noble army of Martyrs tireth Thee. . All the race of men weary Thee The Cherubim and the Seraphim weary Thee. Thyself wearieth Thee. . All the race of men weary Me . The glorious company of the Apostles tireth Me The goodly fellowship of the Prophets tireth Me. The goodly fellowship of the Prophets tireth Thee. The Cherubim and the Seraphim weary Me. The glorious company of the Apostles tireth Thee. The earth and the heavens weary Thee The sun by day and the moon by night weary Thee . . All the great stars of heaven weary Thee. All the great stars of heaven weary Me. Me . The noble army of Martyrs tireth Me.

off from Ispahan where roses blow. sit Professors Through Yankee noses drooling I find all these on lofty stools upcurl'd. Past the clos'd jalousies the mlengkas go am a little .HARVARD ON His TWENTY-FIRST YEAR Tired Muse. put faded roses on thy brow. things quite ridiculous. and sing I : bor'd with everything. Put thy bare arms about the harp. Before despis'd old age comes over us. . We shall be very grand in the great world ! 28 . Let us step into the great world ere long. . They are not beautiful no Greek they know They go about and howl and make a fuss . I Far gaze through sdd-shap'd eyelids languorous. all day long.

they pass before my soul. weak Anguish and Distress. they shriek and threat and lower. 29 . The deeds that I have done in Fate's control. Time's lowly dole. Set far aloft within the heaven's crown. Shame and Despair in phantom crowds they press. Mournful their voices as slow bells that toll. Ineffable things wrapp'd round with loathsomeness. : Life's poor processional. and moan. So the calm evening star Upon the wallowing peaceless sea looks down. Ignoble faces that the sky do mar My changeless soul from her high pride of power They leer .PRIDE They come and go. Looks down unmov'd. Voices of them that curse and do not bless . Desire and Love.

Though Yet to We degringolade. bring the roses ere they die! I love laughter. lily That Lucretia's fingers slapp'd his face vivaciously . Good bye. we know all the of all my life dear Lili make a gay my languages. when haughty Tarquin did his horrid deed of sin. ! O Muse. have heard. I love love. Lift the wine-cup to your haughty lips. We laugh loud at all the virtues underneath the shining ! We . Nothing greatly can afflict us. I love Lili. goodbye have laughter on our lips. But these dingy funeral dirges ennuyer us by-and-by Fellows. ennuis doth Lili sing an endless lullaby. nor our spirits mortify All the laws and regulations under scornful feet we tread. no longer lappt in sadness let us Bring the jars of old Falernum. I love kisses. . when the lords of life depart. I sky. and in our hearts the laughing spring. disinvoltamente. and sing.SONG OF GOLDEN YOUTH Quelle betise lie. are Greeks and we are Tartars. 30 .

Charming people in Benares where the Ganges loiters by the . If the heartless heart of Lili tediously cruel prove. Go and dance the tarantella with the girls of Hokusai ! In the golden-citied world from Paris unto Tokio We are quite at home. shaw of rosy Persia is a gentleman. we know how to sigh .SONG OF GOLDEN YOUTH To the girls of Persia. : . India. with laughter and with roses enter I your gates ! ! O O Kalliste. And the sacred hour of absinthe your Persian ghazal cease to sing the sun is low. golden-tower'd cities gay. China. we saunter languidly through tall Shanghai Chairete ! . Allah akbar Into all great world. now is very very nigh.

With sweet life and sweet death for dower. And in the night pray on their knees The pleasures of the life in white. whose eyes are amethyst. Fair love. Mary. 32 . . All cloth'd with virtues manifold Are these their souls are like white snow . Your lips are gold wine bought and Pure golden kisses bought for gold Each breast is like a golden bowl. The water is all wine they drink. They sorrow not at anything The pleasures of the life in pink. Who walk in peace all day upright. There are who will have none of these. Your gold hair's like an aureole. Whose lips are like red wine when kist. sold. around thy heart I know My heart is bound with chains of gold.MAIS MOI JE VIS LA VIE EN ROUGE Your soul is like a purple flower. Sweet youths whose life is in the spring.

MAIS MOI JE VIS LA VIE EN ROUGE These things are for a scorn to those That read great books both night and day. scholars sour. . white ladies. whose skin is white as whey. and hasten on your way Mary. Rejoice. Joy dieth as the rose The pleasures of the life in gray. That say. Your soul is like a purple flower. Sweet youths. 33 .

of mine that sittest orientally

With a green emerald snake about the waist of thee, With henna-tinted feet, and almond eyes that dream,
Put down the opium-pipe of jade and ivory, For she that is most fair is fain to hear thy song Awake, O Muse, and sing her praises solemnly, That to the laughing heart of California Hath added all the grace of France and Italy She who, to put to sleep my pitiless ennuis Is come from distant Paris and from Varsovie; Athens is in her heart, and Paris in her eyes, Dear European angel from beyond the sea



no use

to sing




not to be sung


What mortal praise can come unto her glory near? And she hath quite forgot her natal English tongue;

too far, too high, thy languid praise to hear,

Too Too

delicate, too strange, too wicked, too divine,



heavenly, too sweet, too bad, too fair, too dear pas I' oasis ou tu reves et la gourde tu humes a longs traits le vin du souvenir?'


sittest thou,



in grief enfolden




promis'd jewels rich and rare

To wear within my hair; And for my slaves the kings

kingdoms olden


And And

to abide in lofty castles golden,
lo, I


am most fair. have no sandals for little bread to eat.



Of that far golden Irem I am dreaming, Whence for few kisses I did follow thee


that spot to see,



waving palms and towers gleaming


Great deserts round that
Lie stre'tching endlessly.

of blissful seeming




And how my

how my state is low, pride that had the earth for throne

In this dark city sitteth all alone, heart is fain for death to end




Then when





the great below


only sorrow and grief through all their days, that with these shall some time stand in place,
fortune like their bitter fortune know.


Among whom

also holy Baudelaire,

Though unto him the loftiest lot was given To hear the blessed muses sing in heaven,
Past his few days in anguish and despair Yet did he not bow down his mournful head Until Peace found him in his glory dead.

low lair, sorrow and grief thou dost remain, Though of all things whereof thy soul was fain Remaineth only pain, Yet be not thou, O soul, disconsolate:
in this in

So thou


Forget not thou thy far-exalted



37 . Osiris also could not but to die . when his long grief was finished. He reigneth king among the perisht dead And Christ. . Far from the great moon and the stars of heaven.SONNET Be not cast down my heart. and be not sad. All these had sorrow. Hid his great glory in the lowly ground. . Not unto Tammuz was this fortune given. Not to know grief whom starry Ashtoreth . Sought through the seven-gated realm of death. But ev'n the gods thy supreme sorrow had . these also crown'd. . That thou like common men must sorrow know Not only they that live and die below. that were great and high These also were august.

in waning flight. all our life. Sorrow and gladness. a weary mass. So passeth our glory out of sight. As shadows pass. in the misty night. a little light. Fadeth and faltereth. So . As shadows pass. Glimmer and falter and pass in blight. . Over the wan and moonlit grass. A little darkness. alas Passeth our sorrow and our delight.RONDEAU As shadows pass.

Dead leaves that falter down Solemnly to your sleep. far autumnal skies. and red. for thy chill despair. Shrouded in misty air . Weep. Golden. 39 . O stricken forest-trees. Earth.AUTUMN SONG Weep. And for thy solemn dearth. Weep. and brown.

But rode through the midnight's mystic noon Under the far gaze of the moon. Her palfrey's silken feet did go. Over the shadow-haunted sod She laught to see the dead desire That even now her life should tire. And though before her horse's head Throng'd the wan legions of the dead Wanly attempting to stop her way. like Bearing her solemnly a god . 40 .BALLAD The lady rode 'neath the strange sky's Through the leafy woods funereal. And all the length of her moonlit way pall Was wanly white as the light of day . As though to see her funeral pass So through the mournful forest slow . She laught to think that to the earth They call'd her that was full of mirth. Unmindful of their droning throng That throng'd her shadowy path. alas. She halted not for their legions gray. Solemnly rob'd she rode along.

And cometh at last to her chamber high Beneath the wide face of the sky.BALLAD Then out from the dying woods at last . Thinking to slumber like the dead. And being a little wearied. And At red her lips as the red red wine. She hath her golden stays undone. At last her journey being done. last in the unceasing night Down By from her palfrey she doth alight . Hath . Into the moonlit plain she passt The misty stars were almost dead Sunk in the heavens overhead. Solemnly through the misty air She rode with gold gems in her hair Bright were her holy eyes divine. . While low down in the solemn skies The white moon wan'd as one that dies. laid her naked on her bed. the strange murmuring of the sea She climbs the tall stair fearlessly.

wholly end and cease. 42 . it knoweth not to die.CHANGELESSNESS When And Death shall touch thy body beautiful. When that thou liest quietly inurn'd In the dark bosom of the earth divine. For love of whose white face all men have burn'd . Thy beauty shall not When that thou art gone to endless peace Though all things beneath the sky above Fade away. Then in the earth. . all thou that art of the earth most fair air. But abideth changeless endlessly. Being turned unto a heap of ashes fine. O beautiful white love. Shalt close thine eyes upon the shining An unadorned gold urn to make full .

Her And on is fragrant made with utter Woe her purple gorgeous garment's hem Madness and Death and all the ways of them face . That smile so strangely under the far skies. And on her head Grief like a diadem And as with frankincense and tropic myrrh . the sad years and the dolorous days but as jewels round her forehead set. . all Add A glory to her face. but a little 43 .MADONNA Anguish and Mourning are as gold to her She weareth Pain upon her as a gem. Emblazoned Within her in strange carousal show. little languor to her half-clos'd eyes. And Are delicate face are all things met.

when thou shalt eat Even so. Give me an anodyne for my despair . a vain and soiled heap. While the poor tyrants of the world go by. Life 44 . Thou shalt have golden rest forevermore. My soul may have all-rest through all the hours careless . A is all vanity. scatter'd dust. Even so. Make that the day for me be as the night. Shouts of the fighters. crimson poppy-blooms. a loathed sore. That having breathed of your rich perfume. that in the golden air Wave heavy hanging censers of delight. Empty of all things fierce and piteous Even as a sailor on the tossing deep . songs of them that reap. of us. Hears vaguely the vain tumult on the shore. O drunken heavy poppy-flowers. Give me to lie down in your drowsy bowers. So shall I lie within my little Beneath the wide face of the cloudless sky. O golden blight. thy life shall be a sleep.POPPY SONG O O poppy-buds. Restfully shrouded in your velvet gloom. room.

Green pastures where the clouds sail by on high. . Dead sundawns over pathless prairies fair. dead ambitions. Sweet is forgetfulness. Under the sun my spirit lies alone. sweet. Sunken from sorrow. And suns long sunk beneath the wall of the sky. . Old And struggles. Make me forget the heavy old dead years. Sweet to forget the death-like things that were. Make me Not forget that dolorous vow that sears. Give unto me your holy fruit to eat Make me forget all things above the mould . Where but the sun shines. sleepy. And all that lives from out the writhing past. most sweet to lie. O yellow tawny fading blooms of gold. buried tears that white face that I shall see the last. . golden. to be lesser than the great of old . . Drunken with slumber and mild exstasy 45 . And evermore behind the billows fail. in our pleasant vale. .POPPY SONG O poppy-flowers. and the clouds go by Even as to them that through deep waters sail The toiling shore fades and becomes a sky. .

star. . Like the far tossing of some infinite sea Within the heavy slumber-laden air All fades. Leaving my soul alone. Even as happy long-dead bodies are. sweet sleep. 46 .POPPY SONG Sleep. While the whole world fades like a fading Dies like the perfume of a dying rose. Drops on me as ripe fruit drops from a tree dim eyes see the valley poppy-strown . long unto mine eyes unknown. all fades. murmur sounds within my lair . My The clouds And the world's fade and the gold sun over me. Even so I slumber in my tireless close. and grows afar afar. empty of care.

Then all the world shall be a quietness Dead women beautiful with their delights : . 47 . And And endless weariness in all the lands. Sunken in sepulchres of sculptur'd stone. And evermore within their burials deep The banded nations of the earth shall sleep. one alone. White faces. Standeth one consolation. eager heart-strings.CONSOLATION Among all Among all sorrows that my heart hath known. peace shall hold the valleys and the heights. I know that earth shall be for death a throne. sorrows that my spirit keep Forever buried 'neath their mountains steep. soiled hands . All they that had such striving and distress.

Thy Thee only I behold within the skies . Thee only I behold on the earth's floor. Before thy footsteps the world's glory dies. Thou art made kindred with eternity.LIEBES-TOD splendour-lighted face before mine eyes Shines like a flaming sunset evermore. Of Death ! O love ! be I made one with thee. Daughter of glory. Thy coming on is like a conqueror. Within mine ears thy voice doth ever rise Like a loud ocean beating on the shore. daughter of consolations Thy face is set above the constellations . . That on thy holy lips and in thy love The world may perish and the light thereof! 48 .

now our lips are cold. Faint with the utter whole of exstasy. That can give no more joy. O Death. . Which none shall reach. we have Our white stars to behold pale and fainting faces sick with joy. call'd the regal lips that shall death's sting destroy. bring new joy. Yea. I lie slain at its utmost golden base. eclipse I die. at joy's far-off throne. at the place Of utter joy. lips. now my life is gone unto Upon thy perilous bosom lo. O Death? ! 49 . With unassuaged lips against thy lo. lo. with eyes now weary grown.LIEBES-TOD II Lo. 1 have suck'd bare life's cup upon thy breath ! Kiss me to death Wilt thou not Lo.

the stars I and all the sunset faded. The sky was pale.EVENING SONG Lo. in the lily garden. saw not in the heaven. And all the world became as wind before me. Among And all in the lily garden. the lilies. Because the glory of her face above me I saw alone. 50 . wrapt in a dream of slumber And lo. Before whose face the years wax dim and fading. And all her mouth was crimson fire to burn me. all I lay the passionate pale evening between the breasts of my beloved. she was more fair than all the lilies. But as the wind before her face that passes. the lilies. And gave me of her joy unto fulfilling: She bow'd her head whereto the stars do homage. her breasts were whiter than the moon is. lo. Among the lilies. And low she bow'd her body. Among And And lo. . And all her hair was golden chains to bind me. in the lily garden. low before me. and tipp'd with crimson coral. Whiter than the moon. her face was fairer than the stars are.

in the lily garden. her. in the lily garden. Perish and die. Among the lilies. Nay I care not the night forever . because her face is more than God is.EVENING SONG Before whose eyes the ages pass and vanish Bow'd her low down before me like a lily. and all things have ceasing because her lips are more than roses. Among the lilies. or the pale stars have setting. Hold me by Yea. And now at last I care not if the morning Come at all. Yea. . . because her breasts are more than Heaven. Yea. Nay I care not if the whole world perish. or if if the white stars falter.

52 . the starry shine. the bloom. the planets high far off within the desert sky Praise thee as with the sound of dulcimers. art the skyey light. Thou only art these are but shine and dream . And all the temples of the night Thy solemn glory everlastingly rehearse ! O thou for all And But whom the moon's pale-lighted star the planets and the milky gleam. art the glimmer of the moon divine . And little of thy praising seem. . Thou Thou art the lonely lamp in night's great gloom. as a Thou Thou art that light that doth the stars illume.SONG OF THE STARS IN PRAISE OF HER O starry light of the dim universe ! The night adoreth That reign thee. All these are but the garment that is thine Thou art the wonder and the glow. the great lights that swim through heaven afar But the reflection of thy glory are. .

O Holy. shimmer of the silver planets pale is .SONG OF THE STARS IN PRAISE OF HER Starlight The but the glory of thy face. Holy. hail. O hail! 53 . Is but the And dim effulgence of thy veil the great passing of the nights and days Is all but as the perfume of thy praise. Holy.

. Lo. And had no joy thereof.AUBADE The lady awoke before the cold gray dawn. me O O rose-garden wherein my me roses grew. all that dies. the stars are dead Only the moon appeareth overhead As one Lo. odorous dim ways. What joy is mine of all When Lo. Why are And 54 . Wherein. ye strange to cold with dew? as perish'd days. very strange to see. the roses and the grass for Blossom'd of late. the joy of love. And the garden lieth desolate. all all love is gone ? is the air strange unto mine eyes.

Surely I have drunk full of love's delight. 55 .AUBADE Through the wide window creeps the cold sweet Faint with sweet rose-perfume. And o'er my hair. It stealeth o'er air. While the pale day in silence doth behold The dying night. But now my lips are cold. my body in the gloom.

after sunset cometh the night. One garden is there belov'd of none. and lov'd are one. One house there is unknown of delight. ye whom the skies delight. . Remember. One place there is unseen of the sun. O ye whose days are as sands that run.REMEMBER Remember. When love. Whose That That sorrow followeth all delight. faces flame with the falling sun. ye whom the skies delight. and lover.

An ending is set Now thou art as As the leaves. 57 ' . touch of the night.SONG She hath liv'd the life of a rose. She that was fair. grass. as the blossoms that pass. Made pale at the to delight. Blown on by the summer air. Grown tall in a golden close.

When peace is secur'd for delight. Cometh As the end of the years. Whose own are the lips of gold . When slumber is given for tears. A day and a night and an hour. To have and to own and to hold. Cometh a day and a night For him to whom all is thrown. When the lamps of life burn dim. Whose own is the bosom white. Cometh the end of the years. For him to whom all is thrown.SONG Cometh a day and a night. silence after the song. And the breasts to the worm belong When the cheeks have the lilies' bloom. Cometh a day and a night. . . When the cheeks have the lilies' bloom. . Cometh a day and a night. And poppies for the red-rose flower When the lamps of life burn dim.

CONSTANCY Surely thy face. Although thy passionate have no word said. the dust shall profane thy golden crown. . Before thy stillness some poor men might lips quail. the so : worms Even shall consume thy perfect face but Death shall bring thee no disgrace. And though my kisses might raise up the dead. Thou art gone down to Death. And thine adored breasts are cold like hail. is a little pale. To waken thy deep sleep they naught avail. thou art gone down. Thou art most fair! . love. But I shall not desert thy holy bed. And And And And the dead things shall nestle in thy hair. And somewhat wan thy lips that were so red. to the stars I cry.

REQUIEM White-rose perfume Go with thee on thy way Unto thy shaded tomb . Odour of musk and roses Make sweet thy crimson lips Whereon my soul hath gone to deep Poppies' and violets' scent eclipse . 60 . And the sounds of them that pray Make thy low bier an holy thing to be. Low music fall Lightly as autumn leaves About thy solemn pall . Faint incense rise From many Above thy a censer swung closed eyes. Be And for thy burial lent every flower that sweetest smell discloses. That all the beauty underneath the sun Carries unto the clay.

And for eternal peace eyes. Before which all my lilies rest. Until the white worms shall be one with thee. 61 . Be poppies strown upon thy holy Till also these shall cease Turning to that which man And poppies on thine until death shall be done with thee. spirit hath bow'd down.REQUIEM Upon thy breast. White And for a crown upon thy mortal head Be poppies red. when he dies. unassuaged mouth is Be strown.

Waiting the golden dawn The silent woods stood wan.AUTUMN BURIAL The moon shone full that night. While rob'd Palely their torches flare. While through their aisles mov'd on Her funeral. And with misty light The solemn clouds hung white fill'd Above her pall . From put the forest brown The wood-things stare. 62 . The orbed moon looks down Upon her golden crown. in white they bear fair Her corpse that was most Of them that die. By sleeping forests tall And woods funereal Through the decaying fall Beneath the sky.

And slumbering and cold bare. Her bosom The moon And shines full o'erhead. . She 'neath the passing moon Sees not the shadows strewn Sunk in her golden swoon Forevermore.AUTUMN BURIAL The holy stars behold Her woven hair of gold. they with bowed head About her body dead In silence stand . There where no foot hath trod They bury her with sod Alone with only God In all the land. Tall forests stand around About her grassy mound And over all the ground Lie shadows hoar.

gone down to the places of the tired. That doth the fairest thing o' the earth enfold. and thy grave shall be admired. Thine eyes forever more have ceas'd from weeping. Now that thy soul that hath so much desired. Being now number'd with the placid dead. Thine eyes shall not again the sun behold hath fired . Thy buried body shall be no more distressed . And thou art gone to slumber with the blessed.SONNET OF BURIAL Now that the earth thy buried corpse doth hold. Far from the dawning and the star-light cold Is . Now Have shall thy body that all men ceasing. 64 . Now that thine ashes are all buried. Forevermore thy spirit shall have sleeping.

65 . Over the ocean dreaming Lo. where our pinnace sails Awaiting. Listen. Unto our spirits sigheth. with unfurl'd with me. Far in the heavens gleaming. how sweet the ocean lieth . Her pallid light doth throw. Where softly the night wind bloweth. Come thou Come thou Out of the dreary world. There where no ships come sailing. Into the darkness floweth. Lo. beloved. beloved. And lo. where the endless ocean. Thither at last I go. with heart unquailing.NOCTURNE how the moon.

toil my anguish. Unending vanity 66 . Trouble and surpassing. Here where what man hath desired. But ever and only ever shall . its longing nor shall find it ever Here. all its seeming. Behold. Where beauty too early tireth.NOCTURNE Come Out thou with me. Here. heart hath not found Remaineth only woe. where the heart attaineth Not. And kisses mean not love. of the world and Where And shadows The all we know. Shadows the fame thereof . what the heart desireth. He not find forever. things are only dreaming. my desire. Behold of my life's endeavour . beloved. Are all but as shadows passing.

But in farther lands abideth And over a wider sea. Leave we our mortal sorrow. when the spring shall blossom. is Where nothing transitory. My only longing hideth. when the winter is vanisht. There. 67 . There I in in mine olden kingdom. The anguish and the lamenting That made our hearts to mourn. Leave we our woe and grieving Like garments long outworn . beloved. My spirit that long was banisht Shall come to its home. though late . Our longing and our repenting. exceeding glory Shall hold mine ancient state. Here let us leave our anguish. Here at the hour of leaving.NOCTURNE Not in this world. There.

Past is the rainy weather. . little And ever a is after Sorrow theirs the more. beloved. Shall be made new for thee.NOCTURNE Others Others may weep and anguish. beloved. 68 . together With sadness and sorrowing Past are the rains. the world-wide Spring! Come thou with me. But we two have done with laughter sadness that hath no reason. And Past are the storms of winter. We two in the springtime season Push out from the weary shore. And lo. at the hour of parting. may talk of laughter. Past is the time of weeping. Past are the snows. o'er the Laugheth green earth sleeping. O let us now be starting! All things.

strange and new Far off lies that dream'd-of country Eternally fair and blessed blue. There never wet rain falleth. that desired .NOCTURNE Listen. Far over the ocean Knowst thou the land. how sweet the ocean . Eternally undistressed. Fadeth the land. beloved? Year-long with gentle motion There the unending ocean Batheth the tropic shore . . Nor stormy waters 69 roar. There never storms blow loudly. There never loud wind calleth. Far country. That long hath our spirits Before us lies tired. Unto our spirits calleth Softly the starlight falleth Over the dreaming sea. beloved.

with all life forgotten. than to us is given.NOCTURNE Fairer the stars that lighten There. We two shall sit reposing. Forever. 70 . and o'er stranger flowers There through the long long hours The wandering breezes swoon. There naught is heard of sorrow. Through twilight never-closing. . And nothing is there begotten There. There. Fair stand the castles golden There. Never is heard thanksgiving There. There in a fairer heaven Shineth a larger moon . never a sound of living. We two shall come alone. thou with me. O my one beloved. nor the noise of moan . There Is in that land. beloved.

lonely. The moon sinks in the sea. we only.NOCTURNE There 'neath the stars eternal. . While from the heavens. We two shall sit.


The Book of Jade PART TWO .


MAD SONNET Lo. If thou art not a dead corpse in thy sky. ! ! God world God and is I. in the night I cry out. and my voice shall howl into the sky I am weary of seeing shapeless things that fly. God ! ! And I I flap into my face in their vile flight . am weary of dead things that crowd into my am weary of hearing horrible corpses that cry. O God of light! with hideous blight. That comes and All. I am weary of that lidless Eye God ! sight. all the stares at me. and I dare not stir. Send thou down Death into my loathed sty! 75 . I am aweary of my evil plight. become a dead stricken blur. in the night. Crouch in the black corners.

. me and a flame that brands tears. Far off and through the vista of the years. it stands. And the low way mine eyes can scarcely see. The world is There where but a background for it there. There darkness abides and silence endlessly. Only the House remains. a quenchless 76 . And yet the light and sound from that far hill The road my Like the sky's fire my weary pathway fill. It flames a fire fire A that burns to lighten all the lands. loud like a beaten lyre. So that it seems a place of life to be. And Of all Whereat flames blood-red like some vast funeral-pyre. my heart to fail doth not forbear. Down which my soul its helpless journey steers. Me. whose dead days pass slow as heavy footsteps tread is dim and still. the things that have been made soe'er fire.THE HOUSE OF YOUTH Far in the melancholy hills it stands.

that hateful this thing were not in the The House And weary that flames with light singing all the ages long. where curl'd The kindly armies of the worm do throng. world and song Ah And that ev'n this might in the dust be hurl'd. even as my heart.THE HOUSE OF YOUTH Ah God. and strode its hallways to and fro. Yea surely even that stair so hard to climb I climb'd. Far sunken in the weary dust of time. surely I have seen it long ago. Yea. loud with choristers in ceaseless chime. crush'd and slain. The which were And many lamps aglow. bright with 77 .

art strong to save Lo. loathed walls to climb. O God. lamentable call. Be thou not deaf unto my dolorous cry. And the dead things are crawling over me. thou my Out from Again am I God. impregnable wall its . have climbed up God. Yea. Thou. I call to thee. Or from the grave come not evermore. fallen down in My I soul is sunken its am too weak into the grave. and many a dolorous fall. the pit's depths I would rise on high. from this I pit With groans and 1 cries have crawl'd out before. . only thou. in mine eyes the worms have made their cave. the place of slime. O God. My soul is fallen down into the sty. 78 . And squatting toads oppress I me all the time. give me the worm to flee. hear thou its shall not rise now from O my I slimy floor.DE PROFUNDIS Out of the grave.

DE PROFUNDIS I am become a housing for the toad . head. All things are fled wherein I took delight. I am made as a man already dead. from my body all my might is fled. . O Lo. I have reap'd what I sow'd am become a dead thing in the night. And in my heart the worms have their abode. 79 . And Mine all the light is gone out of mine eyes ears hear only lamentable cries. 1 God. There is no joy here. And eyeless things stand round about my I am made as a man that slowly dies. and there is no light. God. .

holy Pestilence. plague-struck at Holy night. come thou upon them. Pestilence. a crown on thy head. let them be dead. put Pestilence. come and strike down. Holy Holy Pestilence. crown'd with a crown. Pestilence. Pestilence.PRAYER IN TIME OF PLAGUE Holy Holy Pestilence. then shall the cities sink with thy might. put on thy garments. let them all perish. touch'd with thy breath. put on thy crown. Pestilence. come thou at night. let all the nations fall at thy tread. Pestilence. 80 . moulding in death. Pestilence. Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Pestilence. come on the cities. on thy mantle. them grow rotten. they shall lie desert. then shall the rulers. let Pestilence. let them all perish. Pestilence. gird thee with might.

peasant with ruler. all shall be stricken Pestilence. Pestilence. shall be dead. body with head.PRAYER Holy Holy Holy Pestilence. Holy Holy Holy Pestilence. then shall the valleys be cover'd with death. all shall be rotten. 81 . all under thy tread. feeling them stricken. Pestilence. Pestilence. then shall the nations with thy breath. reel and faint fall down.

Ashes upon your arms that grow not old. life's That holds thy dull wine. Stain'd with a purpler glow. bitter-sweet as to die. Puissant as musk. 82 .SESTETTES Thou shall The pallid Is rejoice for woe : goblet old. And mock the face of Death with blasphemy. And on your unassuaged lips of gold: So we will wanton in love's sepulchre. made thereby And wrought From in stranger gold. II the suck'd lees of pain. divine. We To have won joy again: Death shall thee not distress: That sleepy bitterness thy kist lips shall be The supreme exstasy. in Put ashes on your golden body bare.

so death. eyes. the dark. no sound. And your white body beautiful. soft no movement. and loving ever dies. Death is Death. The sepulchre. . that holdeth to his lips the cup. So soft. could not love you more if you were dead. . alas. no sight. the little host that squirms. I . Priestess and victim in love's holy mass. .SESTETTES IV love you more than Death: your mournful Your shrouding hair. 83 . and I . and your unfathom'd I head. And you still show within your wickedness The poor stale weakness of humanity. v Death is The smell. no eyeballs. and no breath no nose. . And always Death is Death the worms the worms No ears. VII I am as one that thirsteth for As one all things. . Your flesh that loves. . no cry. Because your beauty's perfect cruelty Is ever marr'd with pity and distress. ! VI Not for your evil is my spirit sad I mourn because you are not really bad . the coffin clos'd.

SESTETTES With lower'd No Till. Now from the night of sadness let us go. From sadness then and gladness us go. having drain'd unto I may its dregs the cup. let Henceforward us drain the cup of gladness. VIII Heart. I refuse among all things. let And find in gladness no reality. thing may eyes searching the wine's dull flame. 84 .found in sadness no reality. return into the astral flame. And. we have wholly drain'd the cup of sadness.

brave souls. . are of one sanctity. orient opium? All these. .SONNET OF THE INSTRUMENTS OF DEATH Adorned daggers. mortal serpents in gold volumes roll'd All-holy poisons in wrought cups of gold Huge . lie death's communicants untold Is Which meetest for of these instruments blessed and old. ruby-hilted swords. Of all the vessels in his sacristy Which will ye choose to make of you a clod Sharp swords. All ways are good whereby ye pass to God. life's purple-robed lords? Ye that commune in death's ciborium. bright lightnings. Unfailing crucifixes of strong cords . Wherein Mortal baptismal waters without fords.

I do not know. not. Death. waver before me to and fro. Wherefore mine eyes have seen the 86 . things As one half head that would be dead I lie.TRUTH have not sought thy face Ceaselessly through the world's eternal lie. I know all not even that But And I know thou. Which having seen I were content to die. . last despair. or but renewal of vanity. It is not that I But I have sought thee and I have not found Wherefore my soul is banish'd from delight. And sitteth joyless as a madman bound Seeing vain visions in the loathed night. if thy face be really fair. More than all things and throughout every place.

read the words that Hegel once did write An idiot gibbering in the dark alone I Because Till on my heart and vision fell the night. . my heart a stone.HEGEL my hope is dead.

perish'd heart is woe the vile worms that gnaw it lying low. chain. flings Only the wind my loathed incense Afar afar only above my head . the dead all And evermore my While the dead days. For whom eternity no difference brings. night returns when day is fled. Day passes. Unchangeable return of changeless things. And evermore with pain return again. Beneath the open sky my soul lies dead.MONOTONY A dead corpse full of wormy questionings. 88 . Shameless and rotten and unburied. Unto For things bring only pain. like to an endless Pass ever o'er my body cruelly slow.

In endless contemplation evermore. And And there my Morning Joy long turn'd to mould . where vain and cold lie: encoffin'd there my Pride my Life's Gladness crucified. Nor these suffice to break my iron dream. Among Among all these long dead alive alone. And there insensate on the darken'd floor still Despair a maniac doth howl and scream. And all my Hopes lie shrouded side by side. My there like once-lov'd corpses dead and old Victory that long long since hath died.SEPULTURE dead hopes Lies dead. no dirges toll'd. and My My heart is but a tomb. 89 . For whom no eyes have wept. these things I sit upon a throne.

These seem'd My past away heart took up again more low. all the damn'd they shall not know Through all eternity but only woe. gnashing doom. They passt by. I saw pass by me through the bitter gloom All them whom life with deepest grief hath fed. happy gods that heaven own.MISERRIMUS In the last hopeless depth of hell's dark tomb Wherein I sit for aye with bowed head In anguish and great sorrow buried Where never sun the blackness doth illume. Now And They hear no sound but sound of them that groan. 90 . there forever crusht to hopeless stone . unto me that sat than these like . also here among the hopeless dead Whom Me Through hell pursueth maniac. and there in hell alone its ancient woe.

heart whereto their hosts have clomb lips shall Their hungry I evermore be not out from but a dead corpse in a tomb my accurs'd abode. Inhabited by the dull worm and the toad. Unto Over the worms am abandoned my Upon my Here am I shall flesh their loathed cohorts roam fed. . bread. that have made I of me your meat and . . Ye Ye Ye that within mine eyes have found your home. ! Torment me with your scorn you till everlasting goad the end shall come of doom. and ye triumph o'er me dead.SCORN Dead am I. . Ye I vile sojourners in my rotten room. that are soft and blind and white like foam.

So in the earth my coffin'd ordure lies Within my loathed shambles strait and low. dead. dead. dead. dead. lies close against mine eyes. ceas'd to see. dead. dead. The lifeless earth I There And And no thing now where my face hath been. I know that My limbs are made one with the worms I know Where all my head and body putrifies. Their soft intolerable mouths are gathered. dead. 92 .THE GRAVE The loathed worms All the dead hours are crawling over me about my buried head . They long time since their feasting did begin. my flesh lies soft upon the floor Unto my heart the worms have found a door. is all . utterly. And in my dead eyes that have I am full of worms and rotten dead. dead. all my body is to the worms akin. And they shall part not from me evermore. have rotted long ago. Dead.

not out from I shall my corrupted cave. whom all my dead spirit squirms eternity ! 93 .THE GRAVE Here lie I stretch'd out through the rotting years. my soul shall die. There is no one that sees and none that hears. lustful Here now forever with the I lie worms sty. within my putrid sunken And through O thou toward Forevermore I love thee through all terms Until the dead stars rot in the black sky. And I am surely weary of the grave. rave. And I have sometimes thought that I might And my two perish'd eyes almost shed tears.

is by that artist great Now crystalliz'd unto a changeless state.MUMMY Thou art at last made perfect. nos'd and ear'd and eyed. In vain. Stiff in in the Hard But thee no passion doth illume musked darkness of the tomb stiff bands of red and nacarat. Sunk from the bands of them that drank and ate. Eternally severely doth abide. That thing thou walkedst. The soft the flowing and the putrified That made thee up. 94 . Green mummies walk above thy walled gloom. Unripen'd mummies they intemperate Seek in life's beauty their high-crowned doom . from the estate Of mushy life Death hath thee petrified.

in 95 . and Honour. We would that these dead bones were buried. Dreaming of that which no dead men may see. Even as a corpse.SEPULCHRAL LIFE Lo. And We Of our passage to the second death. Even as a corpse. Even as a corpse. and the holy rain doth play. upon whose lowly head The sun beats. and great Victory. whisper strange names with our pesty breath. Love. whereof the people say. Fadeth and perisheth and doth decay. in whose unhonor'd clay The worms have long the inmost secrets read. all the world as some vast corpse long dead. Even so: and in the earth's vast sepulchre Our fainting souls their doubtful footsteps bear.

rotted. . Is but a corpse. and it He He is is accurst that sees accurst that sees : dead and old. that beneath garments' fold tall. Its soft hand doth a golden sceptre hold. And regal purple robes funereal. the white worms call For him: for him have funeral dirges toll'd. face a vast processional Before its Goes by with offerings for its great knees cold. They that pass They know not ceaseless by see not its at all . 96 . And in its flesh lie sleeping worms uproll'd.CORPSE A dead corpse crowned with a crown of gold thron'd beneath the its Sits Gold garments from sky's gigantic pall rotted shoulders fall. and dead.

Nor that their bodies are to the worm given o'er. long. They pass beneath the sky f orevermore With their dead flesh the earth is cumbered. Surely the sun is They have no ears. How O God. .MANKIND They do not know that they are wholly dead. Each day they drink of wine and eat of bread. And from their eyes the light of life is fled. and they are dumb and blind . shall these dead corpses rave ? When When shall the earth be clean of shall the humankind? sky cease to behold this death? . Long time their bodies hunger for the grave. And do the things that they have done before. weary of their breath. And yet their hearts are rotten to the core.

your last wave roll forevermore Back from the sick and long-defiled shore? vile shall When O shall the grave the shameless humankind! shall When dead carcass bind? O dead! rottenness be buried? your last O dead! 98 . foolish.THE DEFILERS O O O O endless idiocy of humankind! blatant dead that howl and scream and roar! strange dead things the dull worms have gambled for! and senseless. how long. Shall the white dawn their gaping faces find? O O When and simple. mad and blind! How How How long now shall your scent defile the wind? long shall you make vile the earth's wide floor? long. waiting ages hoar. blind of heart and mind.

Eyeless and earless. And And in that charnel that no lights illume. Long buried and rotten to the core. on the charnel-floor. I Behold this corpse shall know its not evermore Aught It lies that may be outside wormy room. while the still worms through its soft heart bore. While in its nameless corpse the wormlets hoar Make in its suppurated brain their room.THE GROTESQUES saw a dead corpse lying in a tomb. uncover'd in the pesty gloom. It lay And And in its and reason'd of the ways of doom. It shriek'd of things that lay outside its door. . head thoughts mov'd as in a womb. in its heart the worms 99 lie evermore.

Within those dead dominions the dead tsar Receiv'd his plaudits where dead bodies are . And And The as with loud sound and reverberant jar. with faces that implore. Held his high head unmoved like a star. 100 . His dead hands bless them. With dead feet planted on a high tomb's floor. in a high tomb phantom horses bore.THE GROTESQUES II saw a dead corpse in a haughty car. death-car thunder'd past the tomb-walls hoar. While through his flesh the ravenous wormlets He in whose eyes the worm was conqueror. I Whom His gold wheels myriad perish'd souls did mar. The dead stand round. I saw a dead corpse making a strange cry. as with splash of crusht flesh and dull roar. Aye to and fro upon the scatter'd floor. stretched forth on high. tore . And in his heart the worms in lie evermore. His dead eyes star'd as though they look'd afar.

and vanity. It turn'd itself as turn'd itself one upon a bed.THE GROTESQUES And art them God? and And art thou he whom all And art thou he that hath art them majesty? the dead adore? the skies in store? Nay. flesh Its black lay about it shred on shred. dead dust. Thou shalt not out from thy polluted sty. dead dust. IV die. worms were in its woman's head. Thou dreamest of splendour that shall never And in thy heart the worms lie evermore. I Of saw a dead corpse lying on the floor a tomb. Thou wouldst become divinity once more. . as one whom sleep hath 101 fled. nay. its And the dead things slept in bosom hoar. thy limbs are rotten on the floor. nay. And evermore It inside that loathed door. And wouldst thou rise up to the lighted sky? Nay. As one that the sweet pangs of passion bore.

Came forth love's accents and it spake.THE GROTESQUES And from its passionate mouth's corrupted sore. . and said. The And And I am Pleiades and night's noon-hours are o'er. 102 . And from its lips that are no longer red. left alone in wearyhead. in its heart the worms lie evermore.

There is no flesh upon my body now. 103 . Rejoice that now at least thou art done with life. That was so long a-rotting. That have had life beneath the face of the sun. This thing shall nevermore return. that the sweet light of the Sfht sun Might once again shine down upon my I would now face.DEAD DIALOGUE 1st Corpse. is a hundred years since in the grave have lain down between four narrow walls. At last My It I body is aweary of the tomb. Shut up with putrid darkness and the worm. ist Corpse. on my shelf Here am I now nothing but stinking bones. I of my rottenness. So weary am 2nd Corpse.

while I liv'd beneath the / . Envy me not. would that I might leave this place of ordure look once more upon the face of the world. sun At least then I might think of what I had done. dung- eyes. and I have not liv'd. foolish ragged-bones. O crements. My And bones are clean and dry as the tomb's walls. slop-face. stink not . 104 . am not yet utterly putrified. I But I am rotten. and leave us here in Corpse. ist Corpse.DEAD DIALOGUE 3rd Corpse. ist still. And Where 2nd Corpse. thou art a sink. O stench. as for thee. the sun is. And the worms yet within my flesh abound I do repent me that I did not learn What life was. Wouldst thou show forth thy dripping ex And shredded rottenness to the face of day? Stink and be peace.

Thy were not dead. Envy me not. well that speaketh flesh lies all O O spit is upon. Be Lo silent. but lately dead. The black worms that that I am so sweet love me. And the worms' gnawing. the rottenness in thy bones brain ! and in thy O beautiful. I know wherefore thou speakest so Because thy torture is too great for thee. ha. O pudding gravied sauce ! thine own dead 105 . like along thee in green slime. this love? lips are green for kissing. this love. and streaks of black Streak over thee where the not yet been 4th Corpse.DEAD DIALOGUE 2nd Corpse. That on thee preys. thou. I. and thy body's rottenness. He Thy dead. 4th Corpse. ! worms have : Ha. And ist Corpse. one might me love. firm. so sweet a thing. hungry were worm . and almost sweet If that I 2nd Corpse. Is it fair and smooth and . Am 3rd Corpse. that both ye dead and rotten things was unburied yesterday.

Thou I shall I sayest true. that thou art fallen Into a pit where people leave their dung . Dead one ! Beast! beast! beast! 2nd Corpse. that. .) Thou have left all . Corpse. brothers.DEAD DIALOGUE 2nd Corpse. (Aside. I shall grow accustom'd to the worms. Come. new brother. I am evermore leas'd 1 shall not struggle and suffer any more. derous my . ist have all been the same upon the earth. be not so slan We 3rd Corpse. goat-face death ? Shall I say what was thy 4th Corpse. Therefore perhaps. There is no reason here for any 106 joy. thou art so early dead ? They say that those thou lovedst were not men. This seemeth strange and very sweet to me. ist Corpse. ist Corpse. And 5th Corpse. come. re- 2nd Corpse. Rejoice not thou. not suffer anything any more. Rotten one ! Dung-heap! 2nd Corpse. sayest true.

All thy hair is golden. Be silent. Golden is the sunlight. A Voice above singing. But so I before the time of rottenness.DEAD DIALOGUE Sepulchre. the So eagerly they are begotten. 107 . and they And they are begotten again. y'are not the i' first. so fast world. just for this end Hideously propagated evermore. Golden blow the roses Ere the spring is old . Falling long and lowly Round thy bosom And thy heart is holy of fine gold! . And ye shall not be the last. when y'are here roar. When the daylight closes. die. For a long time ye always spout and first. now. suppose it must be. ye spindle-shanked dead! Ye At will learn to be silent .

weary of Others apart whose spirits had more dearth Sat solitary as who would fain divine.FRAGMENTS And I since i understood not all what so strong Driveth too went these at such exstatic pace. Pass thou from these. And many I sitting in a lowly place saw. From these I past. 108 . me soon Why do all these have mirth? myrrh and wine. These are all they that eat and multiply In the same manner with low apes and dogs Like these they live and like these they shall die. down and joined in the throng. But ask'd down and joined in that noise. where sense and vision darkness clogs. And Then saw I heed not thou the stinking of that sty. With one flat-breasted wife with munched face bestial litter as of rats or And hogs. Crowning their heads with roses of the earth too sat . . said then to me that voice. I them that did with wine rejoice.

shouting o'er and 109 o'er. And ever as I went the solemn brawl Of all these mad and idiot howl'd behind. half drunken with the vine. knowledge that their striving found Was but one vision more than wine had sent All these also shall moulder in the ground. Till my soul wonder'd at the striving great But all the . In all their actions never could I find What they were doing these things for nor why. From these I past as from the deaf and blind. I came to those that ceased not to call The world unto them. one made reply . Until my soul wearied of brass and bronze. That all their limbs such strange grimaces show ? These are all they that do. these I sat. From these I past as from dead flesh and bones. . Others whose sweating nothing could abate Kingdoms and cities build and overthrow.Of With And seeing and of hearing ill content. Of all the puppets in that puppet-show : Doth the string move them with such urgency. . Then came I where the kings of earth sat crown'd Neath purple canopies on golden thrones These offer'd me part in that changeless state. sick of visions that aye came and went .

And among them whose lot with wine was cast. With these I stay'd. I past the prophets and the puppet-show. heart. is And this all the meaning of that throng. But like a circle that still seemeth long Because it goeth round and round again? This O Not in all these doth any reason hide No more than in the words of the insane. till my heart questioned What are the things thou doest here and why? : Whereat all these Then I arose became as persons dead. no . Asking for peace and ever those that gave Did but like these delude themselves the more My heart . And among them that ever fain would know. . And among them that reigned then I past. some there were that did with vanity Toil ever with unwearied hands to save And to eternize all things great and high . And followed then where'er my footsteps led. Last. all. that wast of seeing fain. But rottenness shall stop all these that rave. And among them that joy'd in marble and in song. . from among these the last.FRAGMENTS And some knew not why these so loudly bawl stood round with faces that implore. And all that Seven tir'd of long ago.

. Him that made noisy what before was mute I found upon a heap of filthy dung Low-sitting in the fashion of the brute. and do not shirk. The sought is vanity the seeking great the not-seeking vanity. He will perchance release me from this hell. and since no one could me The wherefore of this endless Vanity Of all the spirits that on earth did dwell. .FRAGMENTS There is no ground for sorrow nor in pride For pride nor in them that in gladness sate Wherefore with none of these shall I abide. Do thou those clothes wherein he is inhearst Take off. said I to one. Up to the chin within that still filth immerst. Which busy hands about him flung. his in . For none of these change I my solemn state. I said I tell go unto the Absolute. . ii Then since no one could answer unto me The question. while still that being howl'd and curst. He did. In strange grimaces still his face he wrung. . Vanity.

And I he still knew not well bore of clothes so thick a weight. That decency the perfect tale prevents. A filthy idiot so foul and low. Why seek for truth among the low insane? Then he that did within the ordure sit Out of the filth that lay about his feet Such things as children make with little wit Made. ! And he still made reply Brahma! repetition vain. . what thing therein did lurk. Omnipotence. From off the thing that in the ordure sate. Three coverings then that one removed straight Omniscience. Omnipresence. Then did his truth .FRAGMENTS For there so thick and muddy was the murk. and then broke. Why Then things that are. Everlasting. and did the 112 act repeat. show clear to every sense. great I asked again and Brahma he did cry. And I O thou whose nakedness doth show Like one not in the womb to fulness brought. I I Not such reply my question sought. Then one thereby to me Why art thou fain Knowledge to have from It ? It knows not. Answer thou me : : ! It . great Brahma. Brahma. if thou dost he replied from out the ordure hot are all : ! know? And Brahma.

Ignorance. Why No dost thou these things? why. Then seated in that place of ordure rank. ignorance. And Then back within the friendly ordure sank. With his two lips he made a cackling sound. and knoweth naught outside his stall. But giggling sounds and idiot uttered.FRAGMENTS I have made I all And his labour with these the worlds. him that^tank. shrouds him like a pall. he gibbered . Because his sense is blind and deaf and mad of his Then one to me The infiniteness doing these things for and why? His bliss is not to know Lo from Forever. with a great sad and awful voice Cried out O thou that rottest in this sty. He thinketh he himself is And nothing is but him ! everything. Why doth he this ? and in this fetid tomb . word vouchsaf'd the mouth of O why? I said. He is not sad. the first his soul no reason had . knoweth not eternal woe. And I He maketh naught outside his store. words did greet. Therefore the soul of him that stinketh so. I What art thou own Vanity. O thou whose soul in ordure doth rejoice. Therefore thus low upon the fetid floor He sits.

And It as a gnat. And did the beatific vision see. How And he More woe than Shall know not. . a viper. too shall perish in the worm's abode. This rottenness that seemeth God this nor any other mode till It ceaseth in the sod. in Then from I the world I turn'd my steps afar. Nor knew I why all these should be reborn. or a toad. awful. in the loathed gloom? How long shall This within the ordure squat? How long shall This cease not to beck and nod? How long shall This cease not to rot and rot ? shall iron. And how those happy are that once did mourn But my heart said All this is naught to me. came there where the holy Trinity And all the blessed saints in glory are. its Because nature is not infinite. Till then It suppurateth in the night. 114 .FRAGMENTS Sitteth he here in madness evermore? long gnashing doom Leave him thus naked old and idiot Blind deaf and stinking.

And there with the beloved and the vine My heart grew weary of that blessedness. But therein I that Where all illusion fadeth like to grass. came I to that banquet more divine . Lost in that Infinite whose being is Glory and reality was not I. Found naught that equall'd my undimm'd If that reality then real desire. What is was. is Sick of what and shall be and hath been. Of Brahma. as the drop sinks in the seas : I past out from the bonds of thee-and-me. That Jayadeva and that Jami sing And the fair goblet fill'd full of the wine Brought the cup-bearer clad with wantonness . I past by in scorn. The vision and the vine and drunkenness Still like a circle ever closing in. . finding no joy therein. For my Then heart dream'd a deeper revelling.FRAGMENTS Where moon-fac'd houris wanton arms do fling Round Mahmud's blessed. alas In that deliverance from me-and-thee in all things . that real more than trodden mire ? all Then from being did my spirit pass. Then I departed to the final peace. From life I past.

Out of
all being whether low or higher. that circle unto nothingness I came, unto Nirvana, the far goal

Sick of

Of many a holy saint, where visions cease But nothingness did not my heart console. Ah not in nothingness is any peace, Nor in peace any peace, nor in the whole,


in the vine

nor in the vision, nor

In being nor non-being, nor in all That man hath dream'd of and hath anguisht for. Nay not in joy nor the vine jovial,

Nor Nor

in the

Nay nor

perfume of the lov'd one's breath, anything anywhere at all illusion; nor what sundereth

Illusion; in the sundering of that chain There is no joy; and not alas in death


I that thing whereof my soul All these things also are all vanity

is fain.

No less than sun and stars that Forever in the everlasting sky.

wax and wane




am come

to the nadir at


to the absolute



the stars are

Night everlasting morrow,

gone out of my sky; mine without hope or desire of the
to die.


my life's hopes are gone tombwards my life's glories lie perisht around me;
great laughing I out loud, and I care not at





Here with mine Anguish,






Grief, I



Wine, in high state in my echoing hall. This is the last night I drink with you, maniac wassailers

up your goblets and drink ere
easily bor'd, I







easily tired

and made weary





at the last I

am weary





in the flower

crown'd season of youth-

fulness golden,

Think ye that all things my gladness can slay ? Sorrow is fitting for dotards and them that are some and olden;
7 Lo,



as one that goes ever away.
lo, I

laugh out at Grief,





I that have nightshade entwin'd in my hair; Heart of me, what dost thou here in the wearisome dark

ness, revoicing Yesterday's stale and forgotten despair? Now it is midnight; but soon shall the wakening glory of morning

Shine in the East, when the darkness







spirit that sat for a time in the darkness of




spring laugheth without ing! and o'er thee

gladness the mystical dawn. to thy heart




Soon shall the banners of dawn be unfurl'd Wait thou no longer, O heart, O heart that
for before thee


art strong,

Lieth the


of the great high world













Sadness, my Sorrow, Crown you with nightshade, and once more with me Drink and make merry farewell I am here with you

now; on



over the mighty sea.



Postlude .


dream'd of heavier suns than burn in skies of ours. Full well I knew that ne'er those northern promontories Could give to me the dream that did my soul desire. in the distance And And an idle dream The North is faded far off here with thee I sit in golden. 123 . perfect peace enfolden Beside the Ganges-stream. tropic palms that wave through all the long long hours endless afternoon. For there my heart did tire.SONG OF INDIA Now Are at the last. And And Of heavier-scented gardens fill'd with stranger flowers. And heavier airs that through the long long evening swoon Under a larger moon. And I suns of mightier fire. all my sorrows olden farther off than like Europe or than China seem. Zulaikha. For always me allur'd the strangely whisper'd stories Of skies that burn with more consuming languid glories.

. And mine own I see. Zulaihka. From out the oleanders languid slumber steepeth. dost. Now under tropic palms land peace unbroken. Sleepeth the nenufar. And Like one enchanted seem Thy beauty now in waking slumber sunken 124 sleepeth. . Stilly the the longing and endeavour sleeping move not any leaf . and hear spoken My natal tongue again. Before us riseth white our marble-builded palace. Among all we two with languid eyes forever Lie sunk in endless kief. in rest too deep for dream. Thou hast let fall from out thy hands that weary are The volume of Attar. padmas these float upon the holy river. Zulaikha. beloved. and Perisht is woe and grief. past is all The palm-trees sleep. . . thou. Thy hand hath spill'd the wine within the silver chalice Upon the river winding through the distant valleys .SONG OF INDIA At At last now from I that northern dream arn I awoken. last I am come home over the watery main I lie in Long long sigh'd in vain.

from many a distant aden Of heavenly indolence. nard. Thou And in thy scented ! mouth and in thy lotus-eyes. shall bring They home to thee from distant isles return ing Pearl. 125 . All kinds of gems wherefore thine almond eyes have yearning. In heaps. The caravans that in the desert. hast the light of Asia in thy face divinest. wherein to bathe thy beauties languorous. heavy-laden. sweet scents Wherein delight in heaven the houris ever-maiden Patchouli. diamond. And opal luminous. O wine of Paradise O moon-fac'd love Hath this that by the sacred stream reclinest. and myrrh.SONG OF INDIA And dreaming The past thy wholly closed eyelids creepeth sleepy-flowing stream. world anything for which in vain thou pinest? That thing shall be thy prize. By unknown oases pitch their sun-blacken'd Shall bring thee all tents. O maiden amorous. and ruby burning. sapphire. topaz.

frankincense.SONG OF INDIA Thou Here art that sweet Therefore whereof all poets dead have chaunted. hast that beauty in thine all-consuming glances skies. amomum. Sweeter than opium to still the spirit's drouth Thine unassuaged mouth Him that hath known thy love no mortal grief distresses . all spices and all scents together come. my to have endless peace. Thy perfume maketh dream of desert lands enchaunted. the paradisal lotus. That openeth the ways to far enchanted And in thy lotus-eyes Thou hast the Of them whose The that shineth in the countenances have seen the glory which entrances eyes light blest of Paradise. 126 . Thou art the garden of delight with slumber haunted. Thou In thee art all sweets that unto perfect joy devote us. And Thou far-off oases. art the fragrant wine. . O lute that art now art dumb ! Thou Thou Thou musk. Hashsheesh nor opium are worth not thy caresses. stephanotis. soul hath sought thy face o'er pathless seas. art the opium.

The muzin from his tower calleth unforgetting. made drunk with roses. Is past. in The faithful ones to pray. Behold O day Indian skies the holy sun is setting. the home. Under the velvet night wide India reposes dark the champak odours swoon. now that the daylight closes. O perfume Asian And past the moonkt palace. like to shadows seeming . and all regretting with the North afar from thee and me away. 127 where we two lie dreaming. With camels and with horsemen Departs the caravan. At Is last I am come love. come home. Tinkle their quiet tune. 'neath the moonlight gleaming from out the sleeping khan.SONG OF INDIA Sweeter thy kisses are than incense which oppresses The breezes of the South. . O The travellers depart ! well-beloved. . Slowly the summer moon Now And in the scented Riseth into the azure night lo the camel-bells. Behold.

There far afar to seek through endless time the holy Mirages of their dreams.SONG OF INDIA It is the starting most melancholy hour. Like something that but seems. 128 . In long procession underneath the moon's pale gleams. ! O The caravan departeth to the desert slowly.

DEDICATION These paltry rhymes. which loftier shall pursue state. Than aught America of high or great Hath seen since first began her world-wide I dedicate. my brother. 129 . unto you.



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