Part 5 (1/2)

Immortal Paphia! have I earned thy hate, That I should burn in pa.s.sion's fatal flame?

Is not my constant service thine to claim, My prayer's appeal with praise of thee elate?

Has not my life been one sole hymn of thee, One quivering chord on Love's harp overwrought?

My soul has trembled up to thee in thought, Probed to its depth thy every ecstasy.

Are not my countless heart-beats each a vow, Of tribute throbs a garland? For thy gain The Fates have drenched my soul in pa.s.sion's rain, Pieria's roses twined about my brow.

The virgin harvest of my heart was thine, I shuddered in the joy that half consumed; The votive garlands on thy altar bloomed, My days were songs to nights of bliss divine.

Why try me, then, with torture, gracious Queen?

Why verge me on this rapture's dread abyss, Hold breast from breast and stay the yearning kiss?

Ah, couldst thou fas.h.i.+on pain that stung less keen?

The throe of Tantalus is mine to bear, Beauty that Thetis-like eludes my clasp; Glances that lure, that make each breath a gasp, And then disdainful gloat at my despair.

Scornful she dwells beyond my ardor's clutch, Bathed in an aureole of carnal fire;-- O bind her equal slave to fond desire, Let pa.s.sion's tingling warmth her being touch!

Come to me, G.o.ddess, come as once of old, Hearing my voice implore thee from afar, I drew to earth thy dazzling avatar; Accord the smile of piercing bliss untold.

Ask me the dear suave question phrased of yore; ”Sappho, who grieveth now thy mad fond heart?

Wouldst win her beauty, she who frowns apart?

Wild as thou lovest, she soon shall love thee more.”

O fair Olympian, answer thus, I pray!

Release me from this torment, yield my arms The transport thirsted of her folded charms, In glow that welds her heart to mine for aye.

EROS

From the gnarled branches of the apple trees The heavy petals, lifted by the breeze, Fluttered on puffs of odor fine and fell In the clear water of the garden well;

And some a bolder zephyr blew in sport Across the marble reaches of my court, And some by sudden gusts were wafted wide Toward sea and city, down the mountain side.

Lesbos seemed Paphos, isled in rosy glow, Green olive hills, the violet vale below; The air was azure fire and o'er the blue Still sea the doves of Aphrodite flew.

My dreaming eyes saw Eros from afar Coming from heaven in his mother's car, In purple tunic clad; and at my heart The G.o.d was aiming his relentless dart.

He whom fair Aphrodite called her son, She, the adored, she, the imperial One; He pa.s.sed as winds that shake the soul, as pains Sweet to the heart, as fire that warms the veins;

He pa.s.sed and left my limbs dissolved in dew, Relaxed and faint, with pa.s.sion quivered through; Exhausted with spent thrills of dread delight, A sudden darkness rus.h.i.+ng on my sight.

Pa.s.sION

Now Love shakes my soul, a mighty Wind from the high mountain falling Full on the oaks of the forest;

Now, limb-relaxing, it masters My life and implacable thrills me, Rending with anguish and rapture.