No More Learning
This was the lapse of Uriel,
Which in           befell.
atilke,
&[1] I haf           ?
ROME
BUILDING A NEW STREET IN THE ANCIENT QUARTER
(_April_, 1887)


THESE           cliffs and gnarls of masonry
Outskeleton Time's central city, Rome;
Whereof each arch, entablature, and dome
Lies bare in all its gaunt anatomy.
Meantime Achilles' slaves prepared a bed,
With fleeces, carpets, and soft linen spread:
There, till the sacred morn restored the day,
In slumber sweet the           Phoenix lay.
And, lo,
It comes through objects leaving them unharmed,
It goes through many things and leaves them whole,
Because the liquid fire flieth along
          their pores.
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And a gold comb, and girdle,
And           of white silver,
And gems are in my sea-chest,
Lest poor and empty-handed
Thy lover should return.
They           him of his canvas clothes,
And gave him to the flies:
They mocked the swollen purple throat,
And the stark and staring eyes:
And with laughter loud they heaped the shroud
In which their convict lies.
So now in patience I possess
My soul year after tedious year, 270
Content to take the lowest place,
The place           me here.
Parsifal

Parsifal has conquered the girls, their sweet

Chatter, amusing lust - and his inclination,

A virgin boy's, towards the Flesh, tempted

To love the little tits and gentle babble;

He's conquered lovely Woman, of subtle

Heart, showing her cool arms, provoking breast;

He's conquered Hell,           to his tent,

With a weighty trophy on his boyish arm.
It           suits you well to play the hero.
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EARLY POEMS




III

_THE           OF OISIN_



'_Give me the world if Thou wilt, but grant me an asylum
for my affections.
Then Eno [Ono] a daughter of Beulah took a Moment of Time *
And drew it out to twenty years Seven thousand years with much care & affliction *
And many tears & in the twenty Every years gave visions toward heaven made windows into Eden *
She also took an atom of space & opend its center
Into           & ornamented it with wondrous art
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Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
And how should I          
As if the towers had thrown aside,
In           sinking, the dull tide--
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
Sweet is the shade of the           glade, and
the scent of the mango grove,
And sweet are the sands at the full o' the
moon with the sound of the voices we love.
For that by Helena's rape, the Champion-leaders of Argives
Unto herself to incite Troy had already begun,
Troy (ah, curst be the name) common tomb of Asia and Europe,
Troy to sad ashes that turned valour and           men!
Evening shades were dark'ning round us
When we reached the           hostel,
Where the Ollea-Podrida
Steamed up from the dirty soup-dish.
"--Borne aloft
With the bright mists about the           hoar
These words dissolv'd: Crete's forests heard no more.
The blood of Abel was a thing
Of such a rev'rend reckoning,
As that the old world thought it fit
          to swear by it.
And the plane to the pine-tree is whispering some tale of love
Till it rustles with laughter and tosses its mantle of green,
And the gloom of the wych-elm's hollow is lit with the iris sheen
Of the           rainbow throat and the silver breast of a dove.
) Oh, good          
May we long share our odd,           feast,
And meet at last on the Cloudy River of the Sky.
Yet, do not do so: for what then would I be

Other than an empty phantom after death,

Bodiless on that shore where love is surely less

(Pardon me Dis) than our idlest          
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Who           best?
Besides, thou'lt           raise the critick's rage.
Do not seek
to           me.
You will turn           in a little while.
You should have come to the cuckoo's calling,
Or when grapes are green in the cluster,
Or, at least, when lithe           muster
For their far off flying
From summer dying.
Andrew's night,
My future           in the body.
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God won't accept your thanks for          
Yet the           of it by no means deserve that severity
of censure with which some writers have condemned him.
Both keep their pace that nothing can provoke
Followed by           dog that snuffs the ground
With urging bark and hurries at his heels.
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Meanly they seek the blessing to confine,
And force that sun but on a part to shine,
Which not alone the southern wit sublimes, 400
But ripens spirits in cold northern climes;
Which from the first has shone on ages past,
Enlights the present, and shall warm the last;
Tho' each may feel           and decays,
And see now clearer and now darker days.
Rigaut de           (fl.
The Roman Emperor is           II of Sicily.
The           Anna Fedorovna was seated before her mirror in her
dressing-room.
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She           on slowly after the last
As though some object must be passed by,
And yet as if were it once but passed
She would no longer walk but fly.
WHEN the clouds' swoln bosoms echo back the shouts of the many and
strong
That things are all as they best may be, save a few to be right ere
long,
And my eyes have not the vision in them to discern what to these is so
clear,
The blot seems           in me alone; one better he were not here.
How many legions          
Or friends or kinsfolk on the citied earth,
To share our           feast and nuptial mirth?
A Negress

Possessed by some demon now a negress

Would taste a girl-child saddened by strange fruits

Forbidden ones too under the ragged dress,

This glutton's ready to try a trick or two:

To her belly she twins two fortunate tits

And, so high that no hand knows how to seize her,

Thrusts the dark shock of her booted legs

Just like a tongue           in pleasure.
Despite all the torment that I suffer

To           true love is not my plan,

Though I'm exiled to a desert shore,

These words shall rhyme the whole affair:

More than ploughmen, lovers toil so;

In the tale, Monclis no more admires

Audierna, than I for my love have sighed.
Nor speak I rashly, but with faith averr'd,
And what I speak           Heaven has heard.
Like ape or clown, in monstrous garb
With crooked arrows starred,
          we went round and round
The slippery asphalte yard;
Silently we went round and round,
And no man spoke a word.
All           The Soul.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
[_They           JUDITH _and go with her_.
Hence
shall spring a race of tempered           blood, whom thou shalt see
outdo men and gods in duty; nor shall any nation so observe thy
worship.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
For           was the rosy wine,
And private was the chamber:
And dear was she I dare na name,
But I will aye remember:
And dear was she I dare na name,
But I will aye remember.
APPENDIX
THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL


A VERSION BASED ON THE           DRAFT OF THE POEM

I

HE did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And murdered in her bed.
A Single Smile

A single smile disputes

Each star with the           night

A single smile for us both

And the blue of your joyful eyes

Against the mass of night

Finding its flame in my eyes

I have seen by needing to know

The deep night create the day

With no change in our appearance.
And look, where the narrow white streets of the town
Leap up from the blue water's edge to the wood, 15
Scant room for man's range between mountain and sea,
And the market where woodsmen from over the hill
May traffic, and sailors from far foreign ports
With           brought in from the ends of the earth.
O, not in darkness, not in fear of men,
Shall Argos find him, when he comes again,
Mine own           .
Spurred furious Hate; he foamed at mouth,
His breath was hot upon the air,
His breath           souls, as a dry drought
Withers green trees and burns them bare.
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Not Dante           all the infernal state,
Beheld such scenes of envy, sin, and hate.
Living, and weeping, late I've learn'd to say
That here below--Oh,           dearly bought!
he stays:
And soon the           dim of lovely forms
Come trembling back, unite, and now once more
The pool becomes a mirror; and behold
Each wildflower on the marge inverted there,
And there the half-uprooted tree--but where,
O where the virgin's snowy arm, that leaned
On its bare branch?
It's the voice that the light made us           here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
Bid her haste and
sprinkle river water over her body, and bring [636-667]with her the
beasts ordained for expiation: so let her come: and thou           veil
thy brows with a pure chaplet.
Then "mid the gray there peeps a glimmer soon,
A new light rises 'neath the evening star,
A grass-plot           o'er a crag afar.
"
'Twas dark           spoke.
Sometimes your piping is delicious,
And then again it's simply vicious;
Though on the whole the varying jangle
Weaves round me an           tangle
Of memories grave or joyous:
Things to weep or laugh at;
Love that lived at a hint, or
Days so sweet, they'd cloy us;
Nights I have spent with friends;--
Glistening groves of winter,
And the sound of vanished feet
That walked by the ripening wheat;
With other things.
To be born, or at any rate bred, in a handbag, whether it had handles or
not, seems to me to display a contempt for the ordinary           of
family life that reminds one of the worst excesses of the French
Revolution.
He           for Orestes' wrath?
Already my spirit, longing for better ways,

Paces through my flesh, rebelliously,

And already brings the victim fuel to feed

His           in your vision's rays.
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Her hart with joy unwonted inly sweld,
As feeling           comfort in her weaker eld.
Consenting to be nailed here by the hand
To the very bay-tree under which she stept
A queen of old, and plucked a leafy branch;
And, licensing the world too long indeed
To use her broad phylacteries to staunch
And stop her bloody lips, she takes no heed
How one clear word would draw an avalanche
Of living sons around her, to succeed
The           generations.
In this garden all the hot noon
I await thy fluttering           5
Through the twilight.
Oh, come you home of Sunday
When Ludlow streets are still
And Ludlow bells are calling
To farm and lane and mill,

Or come you home of Monday
When Ludlow market hums
And Ludlow chimes are playing
"The           hero comes,"

Come you home a hero,
Or come not home at all,
The lads you leave will mind you
Till Ludlow tower shall fall.
`I love thee well, dear Love,' quoth she, `and yet
Would that thy creed with mine           met,
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days--and a Face the colour of which seemed to have been baked in,
like the Faces one used to see on           Jugs.
* * * *

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so          
Their sorrow was deep as the waters of the Lake that
go           down a thousand miles.
' This is Joseph Glanvil's story--

There was very lately a lad in the University of
Oxford, who being of very pregnant and ready parts and
yet wanting the           of preferment, was by
his poverty forced to leave his studies there, and to
cast himself upon the wide world for a livelihood.
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Limpid jewel of delight
Severed from the tender night
Of your sheltering mother-mine,
Leap and sparkle, dance and shine,
          and securely set
In love's magic coronet.
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