54-70 'F\\ i THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES If i LOVE LYRICS LOVE LYRICS By ALAN STANLEY LONDON : GAY AND BIRD, PUBLISHERS, 5 CHANDOS STREET, STRAND. 1894. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Sync S7g JL CONTENTS At Evening, PAGF. I To a Child, . 4 Love in Autumn, 6 The Old Story, 8 Surrender, 10 A Dream, 12 At Monaco, 13 The Dawn Nocturne, . 14 Now Dies the Sun, 17 An Old Picture, 18 A Night Club and a Valse, 19 From North to South, . 21 Love at Hinksey, 24 A Requiem, 27 54966 LIBRART VI CONTENTS At Bournemouth, To a Poet, Love's Gifts, An Idyll at Marseilles, Wreckage, In a Northern Town, The Dawn of Love, A Chance Encounter, A Night Thought, A Traveller to his Lad) A Tragedy, Two Rispetti, . Love's Song, . Dedication, PAGE 29 31 33 35 37 38 41 43 44 45 48 Si 53 54 LOVE LYRICS AT EVENING How quickly sinks the westering sun In heavens of opal hue ; Ere day dies, eve has well begun To cast her shadows blue Down on the city at our feet O'er tree, and grove and valley sweet Which Arno wanders through. And you are silent, love, this hour This last flushed hour of day — Is it because my love's strong power LOVE LYRICS Has drawn your soul away 1 Do you regret your love of me *? Does your soul struggle to be free Flutter and fail alway 1 The sun has gone, the lights appear Along each sinuous street, The sky as one vast gem is clear, Night's first frail breeze is sweet "With scent of flowers, that close to sleep And through the night their bloom to keep Till roused by morning's feet. Do your lips tremble now to mine 1 In your eyes can I see Spring up a light of love divine, A new born ecstasy 1 Ah, dear, I shiver 'neath your kiss, Have I not waited long for this — That you should turn to me 1 AT EVENING The nightingale in yonder grove, Lifts up his voice in praise, He knows and chants our lyric-love, The love that never stays. He sings ' This moment is supreme Yet fleeting as a fitful gleam, Nor comes in after days.' TO A CHILD My heart's desire is white and fair, More gold than sunshine is his hair, And in his hazel eyes I see Such tender looks well up for me, That I forget my former care. So frail he is, so slim and rare, A willow wand he seems to be That quivers with each passing air, — My heart's desire. His beauty fills me with despair, It overwhelms me so ; I dare TO A CHILD Scarcely to pray on bended knee That I may kiss him reverently, Fearing to stain beyond repair My heart's desire. ERRATA Page 15, line 10, for 'grow' read 'glow' " 17 ' » 6, „ 'i rer > „ < iris > » 32 > „ 6, „ 'words',, 'chords LOVE IN AUTUMN When Autumn shades creep o'er the sky, And flowers and fruits are rich and red, The birds spread out their wings to fly. The leaves fall from the tree-tops high And brown upon the walks are spread, When autumn shades creep down the sky. The gaunter branches creak and cry Knocking and twisting overhead, And shivering birds prepare to fly. The winds are growing cold and dry, All nature knows the summer dead — Now sombre shades creep down the sky. LOVE IN AUTUMN My heart grows weary and I sigh For golden glories that are fled — — Even the birds prepare to fly. The low wind moans a lullaby, My loved one comes with gentle tread. Still leaden is the Autumn sky And frightened birds spread wings and fly. THE OLD STORY You loved me, sweet, and I loved you, Each of us deemed the other true — What was it fell between us two ? Your mouth a crimson flower to me, Your eyes an unsung melody Woven to which I fain would be. Each unto each we were complete, No sound unto my ears was sweet As the soft echo of your feet. Was it because we loved too well, We tired and broke the fervid spell ? Wearied of heaven, longed for hell ! / THE OLD STORY I know not, and I do not fret, Because I hear that you forget Even that we have ever met. Yes, I remember without pain, Our joy in sunshine and in rain, And only sigh to love again. SURRENDER Your life was in its spring time when we met, The flowers bent down in homage as you came Whispering of love ; I never could forget, Once having seen, that body white of thine, Or dear gold hair crowned with the purple vine, And crimson mouth which set my blood a-flame. You threw around me chains of lilies white, You tangled me within your golden hair, And made me drunken with the sweet delight Of violet eyes, in whose mysterious shade I loved to gaze, entranced yet half afraid, On that shy soul, as thy fair body fair. SURRENDER II Let all men shudder, let them turn aside And mocking point whene'er I tread the street. You are my very life, it is my pride To have this bright shame writ upon my brow And to possess thee, recking nothing now If for one moment our two souls may meet. A DREAM Last night I dreamed in mid-most sleep My love came to my lonely bed, And threw white arms about my head, And kissed mine eyes too tired to weep. White arms were thrown about my head, And I felt subtle fingers twine Within these tresses brown of mine, Yet still I lay as one half-dead. But when I felt warm kisses fall On upturned throat and barren breast, Then stirred I with a wild unrest To know the sweetest kiss of all. AT MONACO The waves upon the low beach play, A silver moon sails o'er the sea, Upon the cliff in stately row The lights of the casino glow, While far away The band sighs forth a melody. come, beloved, unto me And lean your cheek again on mine, For love is in the air to-night, And you are made for my delight, So let it be, If only I be made for thine. THE DAWN NOCTURNE (august blue) Silver mists on a silver sea, And white clouds overhead Sailing the grey sky speedily To where the east turns red. And one lone boat her sails has spread, Sails of the whitest lawn, That seem to listen for the tread Of the tender feet of dawn. The risen sun now makes the sky An arching roof of gold, Amber the clouds turn as they fly Uncurling fold on fold ; THE DA WN NOCTURNE 1 5 The sun a goblet seems to hold A draught of fervid wine, And the young day no longer cold Glows with a fire divine. Stripped for the sea your tender form Seems all of ivory white, Through which the blue veins wander warm O'er throat and bosom slight. And as you stand, so slim, upright The glad waves grow and yearn To clasp you circling in their might, To kiss with lips that burn. Flashing limbs in the waters blue And gold curls floating free ; Say, does it thrill you through and through With ardent love, the sea ? A very nymph you seem to be As you glide and dive and swim, 16 LOVE LYRICS While the mad waves clasp you fervently Possessing every limb. King of the Sea, triumphant boy, Nature itself made thrall To God's white work without alloy On whom no stain doth fall. Gaze on him, slender, fair, and tall, And on the yearning sea Who deigns to creep and cling, and crawl, His worshipper to be. NOW DIES THE SUN Now dies the sun and all the sky is red With his outflowing life blood ; one by one The sleepy flowers droop a languid head, — Now dies the sun. Along the wall the slanting shadows run And quiver through the golden irir-bed, While warning birds proclaim that day is done. Lo ! the pale moon by gentle breezes led Drifts like a wraith, ere night has yet begun, All grows so hushed, the very world seems dead, Now dies the sun. B AN OLD PICTURE It hangs alone upon the panelled wall, A faded picture in a faded frame, No traces are there of the artist's name, For each year as it stole into the hall Crept o'er the writing with its dusty feet, And Time upon the pale Madonna's face A veil has thrown, through which we dimly trace Eyes of deep blue by sorrow made more sweet. Perchance in bygone years in Tuscany Where maize-fields redden to the autumn sun The Painter watched the slanting shadows run Over the city walls, and learned from him, The mystic Botticelli, how to limn The Virgin's face ablaze with ecstasy. A NIGHT CLUB AND A VALSE Draw back the curtains, let the dawn come in And let new daylight mingle with the light Of candles that have guttered through the night, Of flaring gas-jets in this haunt of sin. The sleepy orchestra begins a tune, 'Tis the last valse and you with languid smile Renew your well-worn witchery, and guile Of eyes that 'neath their painted lashes swoon. how the music pulses, rises, calls, On tremulous strings of ill-tuned violins, Whispering of agonies and aching sins, And a wild longing o'er my spirit falls; 20 LOVE LYRICS For as like spectres we two move along My mouth upon your mouth, the music seems A memory exquisite of dying dreams Which in my brain beats forth this dancing song. Ah darling, daylight is not for us twain ; For us the darkness and the biting pain Of love that hate becomes, yet yearning still Drinks deep of passion, and may never fill The aching void of longing. Come, once more Let us glide swiftly o'er the polished floor To the mad music of the Toreador. And let our feet trip as with frenzy fired, For both our hearts are breaking and so tired That we would fain fall to a lasting sleep With eyes so weary that they may not weep. O that we two upon the last sweet strain Might drift away ! nor ever know again Joy's cloying dulness, or sin's wearing pain. FROM NORTH TO SOUTH (SAPPHO TO ALOEUS) The South is fair and the North is bleak ; Ah me, how I long to be there, And through the vines my love to seek And to touch with my hands his golden hair, For the North is bleak and the South is fair. Ah, bleak is the North and the South is fair, And I long for my lover's mouth, That kissing him I might lose my care, For my love is fair as the fragrant South, And wine-red is his red red mouth, And gold as sun-set his golden hair. 22 LOVE LYRICS O, my spirit flies from the North ice-bound, It wings and flutters unto the South, Nor will it stay, till it has found A resting-place on his lithe keen mouth, Or nestles against his fervid heart, Sinking to rest On his warm white breast, To sleep, and ne'er to part. And my body yearns to follow my soul, And my lips his lips to seek, For though all the world from Pole to Pole Lay between us, yet my soul Would seek his soul ; though the flesh be weak I long to follow my fluttering soul. For the South is fair and the North is bleak, And I know my true love wanders there, And twines the vine leaves in his hair, And crushes the grape against his mouth ; FROM NORTH TO SOUTH 23 Nor does he know my fretting care, As he wanders blithe and debonair. But 0, how I long and yearn to be there, For the North is bleak and the South is fair. LOVE AT HINKSEY In the grey city at our feet The lights gleam out, and one by one Each gas-jet makes a mimic sun Now the real sun has set, and sweet The air grows with the heavy scent Each flowering bush of May has lent ; The sky above a clear-cut gem, And the moon rising from the sea Trailing her white robes silently, Has seven stars for a diadem. When the sun set the breeze, too, fell, Fluttering down like a wounded bird, Now only its dying call is heard From where wan river waters swell, LOVE AT H1NKSEY 25 Amid tall lilies golden grown We two in silence stand alone. Your trembling hand in mine is prest, I know within your sweet grey eyes Love lights a torch which never dies But flares for ever in unrest. Ah dear, you love me now, and yet Have I not often felt despair Lest I should never touch your hair, Or that our lips had never met 1 I thought that you would never be More than a simple friend to me. Have I not known you two long years 1 Have I not striven to make you love 1 I think some angel from above Has moved you by my aching tears. You are a perfect poem, sweet, Sung to an angel's melody 26 LOVE LYRICS Before the Throne in ecstasy, Where choir to choir the song repeat Through all the columned courts of Heaven. Dear God to you such grace has given, Has wrought you as a golden flower, Has made you as a purple star, Or as a drifting nenuphar, Or as a wondrous ivory tower. Far in the hush of that young corn Where only birds and flowers may see, You shall be all in all to me, And we will rest there till the morn Turns emerald-sky to ruby red And crowns with gold your golden head. And lends unto your eyes new fire, And makes your splendid, curving mouth A gorgeous poppy of the South Culled for some God's desire. A REQUIEM I God took her when she was so young, So young and fair, She seemed a flower to beauty sprung When spring is rare With primrose and with violet, And daisies for a coronet. She lingered here so short a space Of fleeting years, Knew summer's sunshine, autumn's grace, And winter's tears, Then withered swiftly, ah so soon ! Frail spring flower born to die in June ! 28 LOVE LYRICS And yet maybe, 'tis better so Better for me, To drain at once the dregs of woe And then be free. If she had lived in after years She might have scorned my aching tears. So by her grave I will not weep Though she be dead, But leave her to a lasting sleep With one prayer said. She loved me to the last, and I Rejoice at that, yet needs must sigh To say, ■ Good-bye.' AT BOURNEMOUTH t The sun is bright, the waves laugh out And break in foam upon the shore, Above, the sea-gulls sweep and scream, Their clear-cut pinions glance and gleam, And oft above the breakers' roar I hear the merry bathers shout. From out the waves they leap and run In freedom o'er the shimmering sand, They laugh, and nature smiles to see Youth's unrestrained hilarity. Lo ! gladness reigns along the land And knows the kisses of the sun. 30 LOVE LYRICS could I join that happy throng, And lose my care and laugh as they, Or kiss the lips of one I love, And rest within some shady cove Where only tender shadows play Lightly the lichened rocks along It may not be, I do not care For spring, or sun, or sea, I who have loved these things, now long For crowded streets and busy throng, Where my beloved last walked with me, Where last I touched that golden hair. TO A POET You too have sung, but with a deeper note, Ah, not as I. I, the poor song-bird from whose narrow throat Rings but a single cry. I, the weak egoist, can of self but sing My joy, my pain, To others my weak verses may but bring The same thought sung again. But you from life's great varied lyre have made A chant more true, On all its wires of gold most deftly played And fashioned them to you. 32 LOVE LYRICS You sing your love with passionate sweet song, And yet you know Life's tumult that goes hurrying along, Its ecstasies, its woe. Where did you learn your mystic harmonies, Your subtle words, Your tremulous heart-reaching melodies, Your splendid coloured words 1 You, the true songster, smile but if you will At this my praise, Yet keep your well-loved friendship for me still, Through life's long after days. LOVE'S GIFTS (a nocturne) Love lends a light unto your eyes, A strange, new light, It is a light that never dies, Though long the night, For ever in those eyes of thine, "Will flash the flame of love divine. Love lends new gold unto your hair, A strange, new gold, It is a gold most bright and rare, On strand and fold, Nor will it ever grow less bright, Though long the day and long the night. 34 LOVE LYRICS Love lends new crimson to your mouth, That perfect flower, The crimson of the flushing south, A wondrous dower Of scarlet, splendid and complete, Such gifts love makes to you, my sweet. Your hair is all of wondrous gold, And scarlet is Your tender mouth, while white and cold As moonlight's kiss Your marble limbs, you seem to be A harmony Of crimson, ivory, and gold. AN IDYLL AT MARSEILLES I hardly dreamed as we walked together Through the busy streets of the sea-girt town, Charmed as we were by the sweet spring weather And green leaves bursting from branches brown ; I hardly dreamed on that young spring day Of the infinite love you bore to me, Happy and careless we strolled our way Through the long, straight street to the sun-lit sea. Yet as we sat in the late afternoon On the pavement edging the cafe gay, The touch of your hand came as a boon And I did not draw my hand away. 36 LOVE LYRICS The glance of your eyes as you looked to me O'er the half-filled glass of your absinthe dim, Seemed as the swish of my northern sea That kindles the blood in the languid limb. And as eve crept down and the night-time came With stars that throbbed in the sky o'erhead, We watched the moon with an argent flame Crawl up the heavens with stealthy tread, And all in a moment a thrill went through me As your flower-like head sunk down on my breast, With one long kiss you proclaimed you knew me And our hearts beat together in wild unrest. WRECKAGE I looked into my glass last night To trace my beauty there, How wan I seemed by candle light I who had been so fair. The thick brown hair was necked with grey, Mine eyes were seared with sin, "With bitter heart I turned away And crept my bed within. Oh God, dear God, my youth has fled, What now remains for me ? A shattered love, a passion dead, A half- wrought melody. IN A NORTHERN TOWN (two impressions) I The gas-jets glow, the hawker cries his wares, Cheap fish, cheap meat, old fruit; the hurrying crowd Loiters a moment, jeers and laughs and stares. Voices of children playing, ring aloud, Poor waifs of sin, beneath the light that flares, They jest, as yet, by wrong and shame unbowed. 'Tis Saturday night and as I hurry too Along with the noisy crowd, I think of one IN A NORTHERN TOWN 39 "Who wanders careless 'neath a southern sun And knows the olives green against the blue. Saturday night and traffic has begun In wares most shameless, women pray and sue For what 1 oh God, it thrills me through and through To see the wrong that man to man has done. II Thinking of one, I could not stoop so low Although her face was fair, and her great eyes Grew pleading as she begged me with her go. Aye, she was fair, and all the fire that lies Deep in man's heart began to burn and glow In a white-heat of flame that never dies. I stooped and kissed her lips, but lo, there rose A visioned face that falling tears did stain, And through my heart there shot a sudden pain, As half aloud, I cried, « my loved one knows.' 4 o LOVE LYRICS I turned away ! nor kissed her lips again, Yet see her still in dreams; a gas-jet throws A yellow light upon her face which glows Like some drenched flower beneath the falling rain. THE DAWN OF LOVE (on a picture) The morn steals in, our revelry is done, The wine lies spilled upon the marble floor, How faded are our roses, one by one Their poor brown leaves turn, twist, and fall away Ashamed to face the searching light of day, They who have bloomed one long night and no more. Our comrades round us sleep, o'ercome with wine, We two are left awake, and strangely fair Your face becomes, as o'er it light divine Of dawning love creeps roseate and sweet. Oh, let me fall and kiss your stainless feet Or touch with tender hand your splendid hair. 42 LOVE LYRICS Your eyes were lustrous, dear, as all the night We talked of love, and dallied with our wine Like some frail orchid culled for man's delight Seemed your white body, as you half reclined Upon my heart, with scarlet flowers entwined In the bright meshes of that hair of thine. And now they all lie sleeping, fiercer grows The passion that so long has in me burned, Oh ! how your falling raiment doth disclose Your neck's fine curvings to my ardent gaze, And lo I falter as my hot mouth strays In trembling kisses o'er your throat upturned. Your wreath falls down, well, let the blossoms fade, They matter not, the rose of love is sweet ; The morning birds sing out in the far glade Raising a nuptial-song, for we are one, And for our marriage-torch there comes the sun Flaming through heaven, with swift ardent feet. A CHANCE ENCOUNTER Her room was dimly lighted, everywhere Flowers seemed more beautiful because they died, Thick velvet curtains did the windows hide, And on the walls were mirrors tall and rare, That she might see herself on every side When shaking out the masses of her hair Of gold most wondrous and beyond compare — A fitting mantle for her beauty's pride. 'Twas in the crowded noisy music-hall I met her walking with her wanton tread And fickle turnings of her golden head, And the quick glance she gave me seemed to fall With force electric, thrilling as the call Of plaintive music wailing for our dead. A NIGHT THOUGHT Within the night I lie awake and cry On you who loved me in the spring-time bright ; "Weary I count the passing hours that die Within the night. what ailed Love that he should thus take flight, And leave me where the fading roses lie, In the drear garden of our dead delight ? But sometime as I sleepless moan and sigh, Will you return to cheer my aching sight 1 To kiss my lips, my falling tears to dry Within the night 1 A TRAVELLER TO HIS LADY f I Together we have roamed afar With love as a sure guiding star, And many lands have known together, Summer and spring and winter weather, All unto us their joys have given, 'Neath northern clime and southern heaven Is it then strange we fear to tell The words that speak our last farewell. we have seen the glad sun rise A crimson flash in morning's skies, Piercing the gloomy shades that lie Over Rome's fallen majesty. 46 LOVE LYRICS At Naples when the world's asleep, How sweet to hear the glad waves leap In laughter 'neath the vessel's prow ! Do you not hear their laughter now 1 In Capri when the eve came down With tender shadows blue and brown, Standing where slim, straight olives are, We two have traced the falling star. And in Marseilles one long spring night, We talked until the morning light, Showed how our faces had grown wan With brooding our strange love upon. In many lands, on many seas We two have learned love's mysteries, Until we knew them through and through, And I was all in all to you. But now romance is o'er, and lo, The callous world would have you go A TRA VELLER TO HIS LADY 47 To unknown cruel lands, and I Stretch pleading hands with yearning cry. The cruel world bids us to part, Yet cannot take from me your heart, And you within those unknown lands May ne'er forget my clinging hands. And yet I cannot bear to tell, The words that speak our last farewell. A TRAGEDY The city seemed asleep that time The cold December month crept in, And whitened with its snow and rime The hardened ground, and yet within Our hearts their glowed a rosy flame Of springlike warmth, though winter came. "We loved, and all around seemed gay To our enchanted eyes, though cold And keen the chilling winds would play With autumn's leaves, so dead, so old, For us the air with song was filled, Though song and songbird now were stilled. A TRAGEDY 49 Through the long nights we two would sit To tell our love, the well-worn tale, Watching the fickle shadows flit, O'er warm red walls and ceiling pale, Your hand within my hands was prest, Your head lay pillowed on my breast. And yet you say I never knew Nor cared to know your inmost soul, I never looked you through and through Nor all your secret fancies stole, I knew your lips, your eyes, your hair, But not the shy soul lurking there. So you drift from me, my sweet, Still colder grows your glance each day, Love flies us on his winged feet, I plead, and yet he will not stay ; With tear-dimmed eyes I watch his flight Till daylight falters into night. 50 LOVE LYRICS But sometimes with reluctant voice We whisper the old words again, Feigning the long hours to rejoice In pleasures that have turned to pain, And ghosts of our dead joys arise And mock us with their weeping eyes. TWO RISPETTI I city of the lilies, from the north 1 stretch my hands to you, and yearning cry ' Lo, it is spring, ah let me then go forth Unto the south, before the lilies die.' The fields are golden all with daffodils, The new-red rose a perfume rare distils, And when at night the crescent moon turns pale The air grows vocal with the nightingale. II Here, far away, I sit and dream, and lo ! A scent of lilies fills the darkened room, 52 LOVE LYRICS The Angelus rings out, a crimson glow Of southern sunshine floods the northern gloom. I hear a well-known voice, I touch a hand With love I roam along the pleasant land, "We pause and kiss, where flowers spring to our feet * A kiss in dreamland yet a kiss most sweet.' LOVE'S SONG Life is a song, because you love me, dear, A song angelic struck from harps of gold, Its mystic harmonies may ne'er grow old Nor its glad merriment turn sad and drear, For as your lips seek mine in tender kiss Our two mouths grow together as one flower, And naught to us the passing of the hour, For each hour brings renewal of our bliss In life's sweet song. I hold your hands and look into your eyes And mark the violet glories sleeping there, I bend and touch the splendour of your hair, My joy grows manifold and never dies ; We are as one, O God, let never care As some wild discord, marring all, arise In life's sweet song. TO G- These poems are all of love, and you Inspired them, sweet. Your beauty thrilled me through and through ; As melody to viola So was I tuned to you. 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