{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_sha256": "5d95556009c07663feb12e6947f97517d1e868f874081b647b572c6430c7275d", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaat/issues/1914/09_01/bmtnaat_1914-09_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaat/issues/1914/09_01/bmtnaat_1914-09_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "couv. 1", "page_fin": "couv. 1", "image_debut": 1, "image_fin": 1, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.1", "titre_corps": "THE POEMS", "titre_sommaire": "THE POEMS", "signature_source": "George Cronyn", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 29, "texte": "THE GLEBE\nPOEMS\nGeorge Cronyn"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "couv. 2", "page_fin": "couv. 2", "image_debut": 2, "image_fin": 2, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "THE only editorial policy of THE GLEBE is", "titre_sommaire": "THE only editorial policy of THE GLEBE is", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "couv. 2", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1005, "texte": "THE only editorial policy of THE GLEBE is\nthat embodied in its declaration of absolute\nfreedom of expression, which makes for a range\nbroad enough to include every temperament from\nthe most radical to the most conservative, the only\nrequisite being that the work should have unmistakable\nmerit. Each issue will be devoted exclusively\nto one individual, thereby giving him an opportunity\nto present his work in sufficient bulk to\nmake it possible for the reader to obtain a much\nmore comprehensive grasp of his personality than\nis afforded him in the restricted spaces allotted by\nthe other magazines. Published monthly, THE\nGLEBE will issue twelve books per year, chosen\non their merits alone, since the subscription list\ndoes away with the need of catering to the popular\ndemand that confronts every publisher. Thus,\nTHE GLEBE can promise the best work of American\nand foreign authors, known and unknown.\nThe price of each issue of THE GLEBE will be\nfifty cents and the yearly subscription three dollars."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "n. p.", "page_fin": "n. p.", "image_debut": 3, "image_fin": 3, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "POEMS", "titre_sommaire": "POEMS", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "n. p.", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5, "texte": "POEMS"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[3]", "page_fin": "[3]", "image_debut": 5, "image_fin": 5, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "POEMS", "titre_sommaire": "POEMS", "signature_source": "GEORGE W. CRONYN", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "[3]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 22, "texte": "POEMS\nGEORGE W. CRONYN"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "5", "page_fin": "5", "image_debut": 7, "image_fin": 7, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "To touch the sleeping lids of Beauty", "titre_sommaire": "To touch the sleeping lids of Beauty", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "5", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 294, "texte": "To touch the sleeping lids of Beauty\nDrawing thru finger-tips her dream—a birth\nOf hell and heaven for a nobler earth;\nThis is the poet's duty.\nTo sleep with stars, to dream a flower,\nFrom passing shadows pluck profound relation,\nWith a divine wonder at its emanation;\nThis is the poet's power."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "6", "page_fin": "11", "image_debut": 8, "image_fin": 13, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "DIONYSUS ELEUTHERIOS", "titre_sommaire": "DIONYSUS ELEUTHERIOS", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "6", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 732, "texte": "DIONYSUS ELEUTHERIOS\nTHE PRAYER\nLike a cat beside a pool\nMore than half afraid of it,\nFishing gingerly I sit\nHere beside this pool of wit—\nDumb as any fool!\nChirrups humor in the grass;\nWinds of tickling laughter pass,\nAnd the world grows wise forsooth,\nLets gleam amused tooth\nSeeing in this water-glass\nJests that swim the depths of truth,\nAnd like fins of fishes shiver\nIt to fretful quirk and quiver.\nRipples break and bubbles rise\nCatching smiles from out the skies\nIn their globed eyes.\nSurely, surely there was never\nSuch a pleasant river!\nOnly I am out of tune\nLike an icicle in June,\nOr a monster from the moon.\nDionysus, hear my prayer!\nSpreading arms to the mute air,\nI entreat thee, fashion me\nOne with this gay company,"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "7", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 818, "texte": "One in mirth and one in song\nDartling their minds among.\nLoosener of lips and heart,\nDraw my sullen mouth apart.\nGive a gleam to guide me by\nAs a phare in a night-sky—\nGrace of tongue and warmth of eye;\nGive me of thy fire and dew;\nGive me flash of mimic art—\nSpice of Godhead in this brew\nTo pierce my fellows thru and thru.\nOh, thou vintal Deity, ,\nLoose my limbs that they may fly\nWith this reckless revelry!\nSick of sober ways am I;\nIn this tumult I alone\nAm a satyr turned to stone;\nSatyr—satyr—not a man!\nGifts I ask not of Apollo—\nWine is good and grief is hollow;\nI would follow after Pan;\nI would follow, follow, follow\nAfter Pan!\nOr if he wander ways too quiet,\nShepherd ways of warmth and ease,\nLet me taste a wilder riot\nIn thy mysteries—\nLet me quaff it, laugh it, cry it!\nGive me, give me, give me these—"}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "8", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 898, "texte": "Fleet foot after those that flee,\nHot veins amorous to seize\nMaenads maddened by the wine,\nWound with hair and wreathed with vine,\nMaenads stained with purple lees—\nGive me, give me, give me these.\nOnly this I ask of thee\nDionysus, Dionysus, son of Semele!\nTHE ANSWER\nLo! the God of purple pleasure\nHeard and hearkened to his prayer,\nReft the swathed bands that bound him,\nFrom his cloak of Self unwound him,\nFilled him with supernal seizure\nThat his humor's jewelled treasure\nLeaped and sparkled in the air—\nTill the night was bright around him.\nNever such a jestful fit\nDreamt he in his wildest wishes!\nNever from the pool of wit\nHad he drawn such shining fishes !\nHumid flame glowed in each eye\nAnd his face had changed its vesture,\nAnd his arms moved with strange gesture\nApt in every mimicry.\nWith the spell of Fire and Dew\nHe pierced his fellows thru and thru.\nSurely Dithyrambus pressed him!"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "9", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 942, "texte": "Surely the Great God possessed him!\nAnd the mystic sisters too,\nOeno, Spermo, and Elais,\n(Who knoweth what their way is?)\nSurely they caressed him!\nHe whose tongue of old was frozen—\nAs he quaffs, with this potation\nDeep and deeper inspiration\nSeems to grow a Prophet—chosen,\nFor he speaks by divination!\nNever were such fancies woven\nFrom the carded thoughts of mortal.\nSome are mazed, and some deride him,\n\"Lo, his wits have gone astray,\nWhat a fool he is!\" they say.\nOthers whisper (those beside him)\n\"He hath crossed another portal—\nHe is one whose foot is cloven.\nDo ye hear wild creatures beat\nLifted hoof and naked feet\nOn the quiet woodland sod?\nDo ye mark what mood that strain is ?\nHints it not the Shepherd God\nWith his pipings shrill and sweet—\nSnubnose, Sweetwine, old Silenus,\nAll his creatures shy and fleet?\"\nDeeper, deeper, Fire and Dew\nDrains he of the Wine-God's brew\nCraving furthest essence—thus\nHeareth now another voice"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "10", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 927, "texte": "Terrible and new,\nLuring—appalling,\n\"lachus! lachus! lachus!\nWine! Wine! Wine! Rejoice!\"\nThru the forest calling.\nAnd the sky is red and golden\nAnd the red, red stars are falling,\nFalling to the earth in showers.\nAnd the fresh blood-scents embolden\nGold and sable leopards, sleeping,\nTo come crawling, writhing, leaping,\nOver gold and purple flowers.\nAnd the autumn sun is swollen\nWith the sweetness he has stolen\nFrom the wine, and he is wine, wine-red.\nCome ye now with wreathed head,\nCome ye now\nWith ivy bound on your white brow,\nAnd forgotten, forgotten be the hours!\nForgotten and forgotten! Ah the night has fled away,\nAnd the wine is spilt, and the stars are gray,\nFor the old cold dawn abashes\nAll the torches turned to ashes,\nBut the feasters—where are they?\nFled, the sound of pipes at last;\nFled, the panting, goat-shankid clan,\nAnd the maenad rout have passed,\nAnd the echoes caught and cast\nDied where they began."}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "11", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 600, "texte": "Never, never, never\nA more sombre river\nFrom such springs of laughter ran!\nAnd the lucid pool of wit—\nWhat a scum has clouded it!\nPast each stately Parian column\nDay comes, gaunt and pale and shrunken\nAnd her step is very solemn.\nOn the veined marble sunken,\nReft of breath of Deity,\nProne there, lies the Priest—-the Chosen,\nHuddled, bestial, bleared and drunken—\nLike a body that is frozen\n(That such things should be!)\nShape of shapeless mockery\nHe had tasted all one can;\nHe had heard the pipes of Pan;\nHe had followed in thy van\nDionysus, Dionysus, son of Semele—•\nSatyr ?—not a satyrhhae—a man!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "12", "page_fin": "13", "image_debut": 14, "image_fin": 15, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "THE TRAIL BY NIGHT", "titre_sommaire": "THE TRAIL BY NIGHT", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "12", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 935, "texte": "THE TRAIL BY NIGHT\nNo human foot-print here before my own!\nAnd it is strange to come so far—alone—\nSo far into this frozen forest world\nOf moonlight and of shadow and deep snow,\nAnd things I do not know,\nThat strike the civil vestments from my soul—\nAs if all law-born years were backward hurled\nToward some dim and other pole—\nSome brute primordial reign\nWhose voice was terror and whose life was pain.\nOn—up the trail I go ;\nBeneath my feet cold streams of moonlight glow,\nAnd in the silver-sifted dark strange, naked fancies\ngrow,\nWhile the vast pines in vista, round by round,\nMove with an unearthly sound,\nAnd every tree with its white hair is crowned.\nOn—up—I go,\nAnd as thru ancient Gothic arches seen\nI glimpse the valley far below\nThat glistens with a fine fantastic sheen.\nOn—up—I pass,\nNor reck the night-wrought spells about me thrown,\nHeedless—sucked dry of thought or will\nSave to peer curious into this magician's glass,"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "13", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 547, "texte": "And see the forest dreams thru forest moonlight\nblown.\nOn—up I plunge—until\nBending, discern before me, with a thrill\nThe signs where some wild beast has gone.\nWho knows but that within the silence here\nThe cedar shadows gloom about a deer,\nThat stands with body lithe and slim\nStruck to a statue by surprise ?\nWho knows but that, upon some snowy limb\nA lynx, lean-bellied, pricks his tufted ear\nAnd watches me with evil, amber eyes?\nSurely beyond the stars my man-world lies—\nFor close to me unhallowed mountains rise\nAnd fill my heart with fear!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "14", "page_fin": "15", "image_debut": 16, "image_fin": 17, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "SONG IN WINTER", "titre_sommaire": "SONG IN WINTER", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "14", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 460, "texte": "SONG IN WINTER\nBurning stars in a frosty sky,\nThread-bare winds from the hollow west,\n\"Give us a garment of beauty!\" they cry,\n\"For the waters of truth our throats are dry,\nAnd phantoms of chaos uncover the bones of our\nbreast,\nLeaving us little rest.\"\nBitter stars in a frozen sky,\nTattered winds from the lonely west,\nHaggard beggars of hours that die—\n(Begging the gift of a golden lie!)\nIs it with you as with us, no rest, no rest—\nIs it with you no rest ?"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "15", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 594, "texte": "The lacy chequer of aerial boughs\nThat winter weaves with delicate wizardry\nFar away—who knows how far?—\nAgainst the flaming calm of winter twilight,\nI hear the voice of speed—muffled and hoarse,\nSounding across the hills.\nLocomotive, locomotive,\nOver the hills at night,\nRunning on your far-away groove\nWith the husky pant of things that move\nAnd cannot turn to left or right,\nOf things that toil and things that pass\nIn the murk of smoke and the stench of gas,\nSerf of the monstrous city,\nWhat pity—oh what pity\nFor the dearth of your delight,\nLocomotive, locomotive,\nOver the hills at night!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "16", "page_fin": "17", "image_debut": 18, "image_fin": 19, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; 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God! God! the desire\nFor what only the Gods attain!\nIn the white moonlight stand\nWith every finger on a star, and feel\nInfinity as an engulfing wave."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "18", "page_fin": "18", "image_debut": 20, "image_fin": 20, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "JOY", "titre_sommaire": "JOY", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "18", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 234, "texte": "JOY\nThe canons are covered with snow,\nBut the sky doth over them lean\nWith eyes that are warm and keen\nAs if he could never know\nThe gray despair of the snow;\nAnd snow and sky join hands together\nTo dance a dance of wonderful weather!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "19", "page_fin": "19", "image_debut": 21, "image_fin": 21, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; 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Mankind tells all things\nTo me, knowing I will not ever speak."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c029", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c029", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "40", "page_fin": "41", "image_debut": 42, "image_fin": 43, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.29", "titre_corps": "DISILLUSION", "titre_sommaire": "DISILLUSION", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 42, "page_imprimee": "40", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.42", "debut_caractere": 141, "fin_caractere_exclue": 388, "texte": "DISILLUSION\nThe night was like a jewell'd crown—\n(Could jewels be so soft a thing!)\nFor stars and wind were in the town\nAnd by the highways entering,\nPlucked there as on a viol string,\nUntil—somewhere—a woman's scream—\nSharply shattered the dream!"}, {"page_pdf": 43, "page_imprimee": "41", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.43", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 552, "texte": "Silence within\nThe upper twilight of a temple lies\nAsleep, with pendant plumes—a dreaming god—\nAnd dreams the pageantry of things—and dreams\nThe gifts that he has given with his hands—\nThe gifts that he has taken with his hands—\nAnd dreams his own eternity.\nI am one that loves\nThe stars of labyrinthine night whom the shrill dawn\nDevours, the quietude of ultimate slopes\nThoughtful of twilight, peering moons that shed\nUnrisen glamours thru the umbrageous wood\nWith gnome and goblin rife, and the light spray\nOf gray spring rains enveloping the hills."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c030", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c030", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "42", "page_fin": "42", "image_debut": 44, "image_fin": 44, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.30", "titre_corps": "SONG", "titre_sommaire": "SONG", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 44, "page_imprimee": "42", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.44", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 555, "texte": "SONG\nWould I were a bird\nTo nest in a cover\nOf leaves that hover\n'Twixt earth and heaven\nWhere no sound is heard—\nOnly the uneven\nBrush of winds that slumber\nWith no thought to cumber;\nWould I were a bird!\nWould I were a wave\nTo rise for a moment\nFrom the ocean's foment,\nTo puff my lips asunder\nBlowing bubbles brave,\nTo dream and to wonder\nOf the depths below me\nAnd the winds that blow me—\nWould I were a wave!\nBird, canst thou fashion\nSong of things that grieve thee?\nWave hast thou passion\nFor things that will deceive thee?\nBird and wave I leave ye!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c031", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c031", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "43", "page_fin": "43", "image_debut": 45, "image_fin": 45, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.31", "titre_corps": "RONDEAU", "titre_sommaire": "RONDEAU", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 45, "page_imprimee": "43", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.45", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 486, "texte": "RONDEAU\nA Sunday-calm, ornate, profound,\nEnchanting sense, subduing sound,\nEnjoins its ritual to prepare ;\nThe day is bland with unctuous prayer\nThat leaps to heaven at a bound.\nAnd bells ope throats in mellow round\nOf sweet antiphonal resound,\nAnd virtue glistens everywhere—\nA Sunday-calm.\nDraw breath! Away to virgin ground!\nBut where the fields are flower-crowned\nThe cattle with self-conscious stare\nChide my undeprecative air,—\nGood heavens! Can they too have found\nA Sunday-calm?"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c032", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c032", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "44", "page_fin": "44", "image_debut": 46, "image_fin": 46, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.32", "titre_corps": "SUNSET BURIAL", "titre_sommaire": "SUNSET BURIAL", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 46, "page_imprimee": "44", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.46", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 234, "texte": "SUNSET BURIAL\nThe trees upheaven filigrane fingers of desire\nTo touch a ruby-throated cloud-face fanned\nBy a bronze breath and globous mouth of fire;\nBeneath, the rigid gravestones stand,\nEach one a cadaver that cannot close its hand."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c033", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c033", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "44", "page_fin": "44", "image_debut": 46, "image_fin": 46, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; 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[n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.37", "titre_corps": "SONG (After an old English tune)", "titre_sommaire": "SONG (After an old English tune)", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 50, "page_imprimee": "48", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.50", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 541, "texte": "SONG\n(After an old English tune)\nI will bring thee a silver crown.\nI will bring thee an ell of vair,\nCloth of gold and ermine rare\nTo make thee a gown.\nThou hast brought me a marble frown.\nThou hast brought me a cold, cold stare,\nHeart of lead and wry despair,\nAnd a mad-man's swown.\nI will bring thee a leaden crown,\nCloth of Raines in thirty-fold!\nI will bring thee a bed on the wold\nTo lay thee down.\nThou hast brought me out of the town\nTo the earth upturned where the bell is tolled—\nFires of hell and the river's cold\nMy sorrows drown!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c038", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c038", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "49", "page_fin": "49", "image_debut": 51, "image_fin": 51, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.38", "titre_corps": "TRISTAN AND ISOLDE", "titre_sommaire": "TRISTAN AND ISOLDE", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 51, "page_imprimee": "49", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.51", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 616, "texte": "TRISTAN AND ISOLDE\nThe sea is here, it hath not any shore,\nNor moves with moving of wind-driven waves\nWhich, undulant and writhing—naked slaves\nTo the uneasy wanderer of heaven's floor,\nBow sullen backs beneath their master's store\nHe brought with viewless hands from broken graves—\nThe sea is here, and in its silent caves\nMoves not, tho the wind clamors more and more.\nThe sea is here, an infinite undertone;\nBut lo! upon its surface I descry\nTwo floating bubbles, wonderfully blown\nToward each other, flame-like from the sky—\nMeet—melt with lyric splendor into one—\nThen, wind-prick'd, vanish—o'er the Sea, a cry!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c039", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c039", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "50", "page_fin": "50", "image_debut": 52, "image_fin": 52, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.39", "titre_corps": "PALINURUS", "titre_sommaire": "PALINURUS", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 52, "page_imprimee": "50", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.52", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 621, "texte": "PALINURUS\nStarlight: with deep and quiet breathing slept\nThe southern sea. The white-wing'd ship that bore\nThe good Aeneas from his Dido's shore\nGhostlike, with rippling furrows, onward crept,\nAnd only faithful Palinarus kept\nThe midnight watch—but ah, the magic bough,\nThe opiate dew that dript upon his brow,\nThe vacant post, the friends who waking wept.\nThe gods demand their victims; who shall know\nWhat failures Time and Circumstance compel?\nYet, if such doom were mine, I would 'twere so\nThat they would mark my absence thus: \"How well\nEven unto the last he struggled, lo!\nHe tore the rudder with him when he fell!\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c040", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c040", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "51", "page_fin": "52", "image_debut": 53, "image_fin": 54, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.40", "titre_corps": "THE DERELICT", "titre_sommaire": "THE DERELICT", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 53, "page_imprimee": "51", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.53", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 648, "texte": "THE DERELICT\nI cannot remember whither I was bound—\nI cannot remember why I was found\nMoving without a sound\nMoving in mystery—\nDerelict, derelict,\nOver the sea!\nI too carry a cargo in my hold,\nUnderneath sea-water and green with mold—\nI cannot remember how old!\nFor terrible it is to be\nDerelict, derelict,\nOver the sea!\nFeebler ships weather bravely into port;\nRunning a course that is safe and short—\nMy voyage is another sort;\nNo master guideth me—\nDerelict, derelict,\nOver the sea!\nNights have shadow'd me with phantom stride—\nStars have peer'd at me, eerie-eyed—\nGoblin lights and magic tide\nKeep me company,\nDerelict, derelict,\nOver the sea!"}, {"page_pdf": 54, "page_imprimee": "52", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.54", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 346, "texte": "Setting suns have rowell'd me with crimson'd heel—\nWinds have flung laughter, peal after peal—\nBut they shall not know that I feel\nMute in my agony—\nDerelict, derelict,\nOver the sea!\nRudderless, by ways uncharted blown—\nSome day shall waken to find me gone—\nWhat matter? I have drifted alone\nEver—alone—vet free—\nDerelict, derelict,\nOver the sea!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c041", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c041", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "53", "page_fin": "54", "image_debut": 55, "image_fin": 56, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.41", "titre_corps": "THE SQUIRE OF DAMES TO HIS LADY", "titre_sommaire": "THE SQUIRE OF DAMES TO HIS LADY", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 55, "page_imprimee": "53", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.55", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 746, "texte": "THE SQUIRE OF DAMES TO HIS LADY\nWhy should our meeting borrow\nA sense of shame or sorrow\nThat each must go his way ?\nLove liketh no fetter\nTherefore our roads were better\nIf you go yours to-morrow,\nAnd I go mine to-day.\nI hold you for a minute—\nYou'd catch the hour and pin it—\nBut if I held you longer\nWould you have more assurance\nIn days of richer durance,\nLife with more rapture in it,\nPassion more wise and stronger ?\nThe Daughter of Illusion\nHath made our love seem fusion\nOf two strange things in one—\nBut loving hath not taught her\nThat strange as fire to water,\nLove becomes bleak intrusion\nWhen all the glamor's gone.\nYou say I've brought you sorrow\nAnd pay not debts I borrow—\nBut mirth is what's to pay!\nSo part our paths in laughter,"}, {"page_pdf": 56, "page_imprimee": "54", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.56", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 84, "texte": "And, since your heart is softer,\nYou go your way to-morrow—\nAnd I'll go mine to-day."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c042", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c042", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "55", "page_fin": "56", "image_debut": 57, "image_fin": 58, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.42", "titre_corps": "GAS-LIGHT HEROICS", "titre_sommaire": "GAS-LIGHT HEROICS", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 57, "page_imprimee": "55", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.57", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 383, "texte": "GAS-LIGHT HEROICS\nWith this night's carousal\nWe will close the portal\nOn our poor espousal—\nSacrament and housel\nFor a love too mortal!\nWith this gay delaying\nWe'll delay yet longer—\nCare not what the saying\nOf the World—that braying\nEvil tattle-monger!\nPleasure has as thunder\nScorched and jangled thru me;\nNow I'll sit and wonder\nAt the day-star yonder\nAnd your face, grown gloomy."}, {"page_pdf": 58, "page_imprimee": "56", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.58", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 500, "texte": "You are known as \"Lily\"\nAnd they mock your gender;\nIs it but a silly\nFancy, you seem stilly\nLily-souled and tender ?\nUnderneath the bitter\nMockery of color,\nUnderneath the titter\nIs there something fitter ?\nSomething finer, fuller ?\nSomething (can I hear it\nIn your secret eyes?)\nWhen I come too near it\nLike a frightened spirit\nRunning from the skies?\nGirl, you know that glow meant\nDawn's thin lips of scarlet—\nBubble of life's foment\nStay your soul a moment!\n• •••••\nBah! You're drunk, you harlot!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c043", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c043", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "57", "page_fin": "58", "image_debut": 59, "image_fin": 60, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.43", "titre_corps": "MISTS", "titre_sommaire": "MISTS", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 59, "page_imprimee": "57", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.59", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 606, "texte": "MISTS\nI\nI am most weary of this fatuous me\nThat doth obtrude a niddering death's head\nAt a blithe feast of Springtide jollity,\nOf revelling buds and flowers unsurfeited.\nI am most weary of this chained thought\nThat hath forgotten where its mansions are—\nAnd lost the dew its seven-spher'd courses caught\nWandering in plunged dark from star to star.\nI am most weary of my stagnant soul\nThat neither thirsts, nor hungers, nor is stirred\nBy the gigantic thunders that have rolled\nFrom the white, hurtling lightning of a word.\nI am most weary, love; so let thy face—\nThe sponge that sops my gaze, myself erase."}, {"page_pdf": 60, "page_imprimee": "58", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.60", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 581, "texte": "II\nOft in the groping night I am afraid,\nFor this, mine opaque organism, seems\nA glass, a mere reflex of trooping dreams—\nA polished boss where images parade.\nAnd to see these doth make my senses cold—•\nThis globe become a visionary face—\nThis little spinning soul of me—in space—\nI dare not think of what that space may hold!\nSuch thoughts are as the charnel mists that rise\nFrom feverish and mortuary ground\nThru which one sees the country all around—\nYet near, the dead—and far away, the skies.\nBut at the thought of you my life expands\nUntil it holds all life within its hands!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c044", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c044", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "59", "page_fin": "64", "image_debut": 61, "image_fin": 66, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.44", "titre_corps": "SCEPTIC", "titre_sommaire": "SCEPTIC", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 61, "page_imprimee": "59", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.61", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 728, "texte": "SCEPTIC\nI\nThis hour has shut us like a tent\nFrom all but night; we two, alone,\nSo close, so poignantly alert, have grown,\nThat trivial speech, from silence rent,\nBreaks off—a useless instrument.\nFor all the opening world is ours,\nAnd you, tho scarce a woman yet,\nYour eyes with feasts of lights and vintage set,\nHold all the dewy wealth of flowers,\nAnd gold of Babylonian towers.\nOur lives will alter if we move—\nIt were so< easy now to rise\nAnd tell my unimpassioned soul it lies—\nAnd claim youth's heritage of love,\nLet bald life prove what it may prove!\nIt were so easy to conceive\nYour lack my lack would compensate—\nAnd by one stroke undo the knot of fate;\nIt were so easy to believe\nThe lies that such a thing could weave!"}, {"page_pdf": 62, "page_imprimee": "60", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.62", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 372, "texte": "Or shall I stumble through the night\nBiting my lips to hold the tears\nBecause your incommunicable years\nMust spend their summer of delight\nWithout my reach—beyond my sight?\nThe house is still; the midnight seems\nInscrutable—no answer there.\nOh God!—to break this tension of despair.\nBetween us the calm lamplight streams—\n\"Good night!\" and \"Pleasant dreams !\"•—yes—dreams."}, {"page_pdf": 63, "page_imprimee": "61", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.63", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 601, "texte": "II\nI would I had lain with my love to-night;\nHer eyes trembled for her body said,\n\"I have smoothed a pillow and made a bed\"—\nBut I smiled against it\nAnd turned away my head\nTo come into the cold starlight.\nI would I had lain with my love to-night,\nFor I know how flowers are shed,\nAnd the cynical scintillant stars are dead—\nDead, dead utterly!\nYet I turned away my head\nTo come into the cold starlight.\nI would I had lain with my love to-night!\nOh, indolent Gods, we too can tread\nOn the silent spirits, the uncomforted!\nShe did not reproach me,\nTho I turned away my head\nAnd came into the starlight."}, {"page_pdf": 64, "page_imprimee": "62", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.64", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 498, "texte": "III\nLove (as a cloud on the sea\nHung between poles of blue)\nHangs in the heart of me\nBetween the eyes of you.\nLove, as a cloud on the sea,\nClaims the tears of two.\nLove (as a wind in a tree\nShaking its tower of green)\nShakes all the heart of me\nAnd leaves no peace between.\nLove, as the wind the tree\nTears with hands unseen.\nLove (as a storm on the sea\nShatters the sleep of the wave)\nShatters the heart of me\nWith desires that grope and crave.\nLove, as the storm the sea,\nBoasts not me his slave."}, {"page_pdf": 65, "page_imprimee": "63", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.65", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 400, "texte": "IV\nYou, flower-named, and as a flower arrayed,\nOpen to all the wandering airs that pass,\nOpened to me—yet I drew back afraid,\nCraven to the blood that would have preyed\nAnd the sly viper coiling in the grass.\nV\nLove, when you smiled and beckoned\nMy cold thought stood aloof and reckoned\nSome heights above you.\nBut now you have turned and gone\nSmiling, fugitive as dawn,\nI know (oh fool!) I love you."}, {"page_pdf": 66, "page_imprimee": "64", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.66", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 676, "texte": "VI\nLove, with her queen's face and child lips\nWalked at my side; her hair about her head\nStreamed, with riotous and exuberant spread\nLike sails and cordage of sea-breasting ships,\nAnd as the tides, her mirthful glints and dips\nTugged at my anchor'd calmness—then she said\nChilling to gravity, \"You are lead.\"\nIt was as when the bright blade cruelly slips,\nFor in my soul that hid its vain desires\nUnder closed hatch, I knew the stifled fires\nDevoured in silence, as stealthy serpents writhe\nTheir folds about their prey; and seemed to hear\nThe passing of some irrevocable year,\nAnd faint for whistle of a monstrous scythe.\nVII\nPain of widest range—\nThe intimate grown strange."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c045", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c045", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "65", "page_fin": "68", "image_debut": 67, "image_fin": 70, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.45", "titre_corps": "ARMA VIRUMQUE CANO", "titre_sommaire": "ARMA VIRUMQUE CANO", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 67, "page_imprimee": "65", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.67", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 637, "texte": "ARMA VIRUMQUE CANO\nAnd so the good Aeneas went away.\nIt was not dawn, and yet the sleepless sea\nFelt as a mother, the still unborn day.\nThe stars were brighter than they ought to be.\nA milky foam curled from the vessel's breast\nWhose long blades lifted to each lifting crest.\nHappy were the sailors to be aboard once more,\nAnd the laughing sea answered to their shouts afar\noff shore.\nDido the Queen\nKnew he was gone.\nNo ned to have seen\nFrom the casement withdrawn;\nNo need to be told;\nHer heart had guessed\nBy the aching unrest\nAnd empty breast—\nEmpty and cold.\nOh, plain her Maidens at their spinning,\nLove has end that had beginning."}, {"page_pdf": 68, "page_imprimee": "66", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.68", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 610, "texte": "As the course was traced Aeneas paced,\nHis thoughts uprising like a flock of birds;\nAnd one flew west, to the new the unknown nest,\nAnd one that was wing'd with flaming words—\nSomething the Queen had uttered, tender—sweet,—\nFluttered back and died—just at her feet.\nHo! chants a Rower, straining at the sweep,\nLeave the landsman to his pillow, the sailor to the\ndeep.\nAll night the Queen\nIn fever burned;\nA dream returned\nLong ago seen:\nA dream of ships,\nOf one who came\nOut of a flame\nAnd cried her name\nAnd kissed her lips.\nSomewhere in the dawn Someone's singing:\n\"Lo! what gifts love's hands are bringing!\""}, {"page_pdf": 69, "page_imprimee": "67", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.69", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 612, "texte": "Jet-black, the palms like sculptured fountains loomed\nAbove the lovers; one star blazed all night.\nBeyond the river was the sea that boomed.\nTheir barge was lit with lightnings of delight.\nOf this, the good Aenaes too had dreamed\nWhile the unshaken towers of Ilium gleamed.\nAh! cry the sailors, ''whom we loved must wait.\nThere's no turning back from the open track to the\ngates of fate.\"\nThe cicadas drone;\nDesert winds blow\nAs oarsmen row\nTheir Queen alone\nDown the river.\nAlone, she cried\nAlone! to the tide.\nAnd the sea replied\nForever!\nLa, croon the Women, nimbly weaving,\n\"Whose heart do we hear grieving?\""}, {"page_pdf": 70, "page_imprimee": "68", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.70", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 620, "texte": "Months bring all wanderings to a close.\nThe fleet years flee; Aeneas wisely wed,\nOften, when wind and sea strike mighty blows,\nWakening from dreams half ecstasy, half dread,\nThat come upon him from another life,\nTouches the calm breast of his sleeping wife.\nHum, the Night Watch mutters, leaning on his spear,\n\" 'Tis a strange world to be in and to have no fear.\"\nThe sea at last\nBrings pain to end.\nThe desert vast\nBecomes her friend.\nHer people fear it:\n\"The Queen,\" they say,\n\"Grows day by day\nPaler, but still gay—\nAs a spirit.\"\nOh, they murmur, \"Queen Dido goes away\nTo where the dark river runs, sunless and gray.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c046", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c046", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "69", "page_fin": "72", "image_debut": 71, "image_fin": 74, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.46", "titre_corps": "A HYMN TO DIONYSUS IN SPRING", "titre_sommaire": "A HYMN TO DIONYSUS IN SPRING", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 71, "page_imprimee": "69", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.71", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 744, "texte": "A HYMN TO DIONYSUS IN SPRING\nYellow the sands of the shores of Elis, and over the\ncreaming\nFoam-flakes that flutter and curl on the edge of the\ndreaming\nMediterranean, Jupiter arches his azure dome.\nHere to the somnolent sands the Aeolian women have\ncome,\nThe dreamers, all languid with silence of spring-tide\ndreaming,\nAnd they stand with their hair unbound and their feet\nin the foam.\nThe heart of the morning beats with a swooning,\namorous beating,\nAnd the nymph-cool waters and brazen sunshine meet-\ning,\nMingle where indolent spring-tide ripples shimmer\nand burn;\nOut to the dim horizon the eyes of the dreamers\nyearn,\nAnd like flutes are the low, soft voices that chant thus,\nentreating\nThe God, Dionysus, to rise from the sea and return."}, {"page_pdf": 72, "page_imprimee": "70", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.72", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 730, "texte": "\"Bitter thy roving hath been, O Hunter, and stricken\nwith madness,\nAnd thy winter frenzy hath torn us with torment of\nsadness—\nHorror of blood in the mouth and of murderous lusts\nthat bring\nShadows a-couch in the forest from under us shud-\ndering.\nWe are sick of the feverish nights that have stolen\nour gladness—\nAh! we are weary of winter and fain of the Spring!\"\n\"Thy foes, O Hunter, have goaded thy soul, but their\ngoading is over,\nFor every unfolding leaf is a shield for thy cover\nAnd every grass-blade upraises a spear that is scimi-\ntar-keen,\nGladly the flowers will weave thee a mantle to wander\nunseen.\nSlim as a willow-v/and, Ariadne awaits thee, her lover,\nAnd her heart is full of the dreams that are cool and\ngreen.\""}, {"page_pdf": 73, "page_imprimee": "71", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.73", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 736, "texte": "\"Hye, the Dew, thy mother, sorrows because of thy\ngoing,\nAnd the film-pale, rain-sweet Hyades fleeing and flow-\ning,\nDissolved from the rainbow and river to rise in the\nsap of the tree,\nLeave never their dolorous grieving, lamenting in\nquest of thee.\nAnd the succulent vine and the spirit of all things\ngrowing\nCry 'Dionysus, return! Oh, return from the sea!' \"\n\"Wilt thou forsake us forever, unheeding our sedulous\nplaining ?\nSee'st not the clusters of pale green globes, crescent\nand straining\nSunwards, that long for thy hand to engarb them\nwith royal attire?\nHear us, O Wine-God; return to us! Kindle once\nmore Desire!\"\nSo chant the Aeolian women till the light be waning\nWhile the foam breaks over their feet in soft folds\nof fire."}, {"page_pdf": 74, "page_imprimee": "72", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.74", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 351, "texte": "The robes of the sun are red, and close to the earth\nhe dozes;\nThe long day lingers, then slowly and silently closes\nThe shadowy orient gates, climbing upward stair by\nstair,\nRaising her evening face to the stars in the spring-\ntide air.\nLo! the sea is aglow and aflame with the odor of\nroses!\nLo! a glimpse of the God with the sun in his yellow\nhair!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-09-01-c047", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01#c047", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "77", "page_fin": "77", "image_debut": 79, "image_fin": 79, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.2.47", "titre_corps": "The October issue of THE GLEBE", "titre_sommaire": "The October issue of THE GLEBE", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 79, "page_imprimee": "77", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.79", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 603, "texte": "The October issue of THE GLEBE\nwill present\nEARTH-SPIRIT\nBy Frank Wedekind.\nContents of Volume I:\nSongs, Sighs and Curses. 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Each issue will be devoted exclusively\nto one individual, thereby giving him an opportunity\nto present his work in sufficient bulk to\nmake it possible for the reader to obtain a much\nmore comprehensive grasp of his personality than\nis afforded him in the restricted spaces allotted by\nthe other magazines. Published monthly, THE\nGLEBE will issue twelve books per year, chosen\non their merits alone, since the subscription list\ndoes away with the need of catering to the popular\ndemand that confronts every publisher. Thus,\nTHE GLEBE can promise the best work of American\nand foreign authors, known and unknown.\nThe price of each issue of THE GLEBE will be\nfifty cents and the yearly subscription three dollars.\n\nEditor\nALFRED KREYMBORG\nPublished by\nALBERT AND CHARLES BONI\n96 FIFTH AVENUE\nNew York City"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "n. p.", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.3", "texte": "POEMS"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "[3]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.5", "texte": "POEMS\nGEORGE W. CRONYN\n\nnΣ\nΣBΣ\nNEW YORK\nALBERT AND CHARLES BONI\n96 FIFTH AVENUE\n1914"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "[4]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.6", "texte": "Copyright, 1914\nBy\nAlbert and Charles Boni"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "5", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.7", "texte": "To touch the sleeping lids of Beauty\nDrawing thru finger-tips her dream—a birth\nOf hell and heaven for a nobler earth;\nThis is the poet's duty.\nTo sleep with stars, to dream a flower,\nFrom passing shadows pluck profound relation,\nWith a divine wonder at its emanation;\nThis is the poet's power."}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "6", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.8", "texte": "DIONYSUS ELEUTHERIOS\nTHE PRAYER\nLike a cat beside a pool\nMore than half afraid of it,\nFishing gingerly I sit\nHere beside this pool of wit—\nDumb as any fool!\nChirrups humor in the grass;\nWinds of tickling laughter pass,\nAnd the world grows wise forsooth,\nLets gleam amused tooth\nSeeing in this water-glass\nJests that swim the depths of truth,\nAnd like fins of fishes shiver\nIt to fretful quirk and quiver.\nRipples break and bubbles rise\nCatching smiles from out the skies\nIn their globed eyes.\nSurely, surely there was never\nSuch a pleasant river!\nOnly I am out of tune\nLike an icicle in June,\nOr a monster from the moon.\nDionysus, hear my prayer!\nSpreading arms to the mute air,\nI entreat thee, fashion me\nOne with this gay company,"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "7", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.9", "texte": "One in mirth and one in song\nDartling their minds among.\nLoosener of lips and heart,\nDraw my sullen mouth apart.\nGive a gleam to guide me by\nAs a phare in a night-sky—\nGrace of tongue and warmth of eye;\nGive me of thy fire and dew;\nGive me flash of mimic art—\nSpice of Godhead in this brew\nTo pierce my fellows thru and thru.\nOh, thou vintal Deity, ,\nLoose my limbs that they may fly\nWith this reckless revelry!\nSick of sober ways am I;\nIn this tumult I alone\nAm a satyr turned to stone;\nSatyr—satyr—not a man!\nGifts I ask not of Apollo—\nWine is good and grief is hollow;\nI would follow after Pan;\nI would follow, follow, follow\nAfter Pan!\nOr if he wander ways too quiet,\nShepherd ways of warmth and ease,\nLet me taste a wilder riot\nIn thy mysteries—\nLet me quaff it, laugh it, cry it!\nGive me, give me, give me these—"}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "8", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.10", "texte": "Fleet foot after those that flee,\nHot veins amorous to seize\nMaenads maddened by the wine,\nWound with hair and wreathed with vine,\nMaenads stained with purple lees—\nGive me, give me, give me these.\nOnly this I ask of thee\nDionysus, Dionysus, son of Semele!\nTHE ANSWER\nLo! the God of purple pleasure\nHeard and hearkened to his prayer,\nReft the swathed bands that bound him,\nFrom his cloak of Self unwound him,\nFilled him with supernal seizure\nThat his humor's jewelled treasure\nLeaped and sparkled in the air—\nTill the night was bright around him.\nNever such a jestful fit\nDreamt he in his wildest wishes!\nNever from the pool of wit\nHad he drawn such shining fishes !\nHumid flame glowed in each eye\nAnd his face had changed its vesture,\nAnd his arms moved with strange gesture\nApt in every mimicry.\nWith the spell of Fire and Dew\nHe pierced his fellows thru and thru.\nSurely Dithyrambus pressed him!"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "9", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.11", "texte": "Surely the Great God possessed him!\nAnd the mystic sisters too,\nOeno, Spermo, and Elais,\n(Who knoweth what their way is?)\nSurely they caressed him!\nHe whose tongue of old was frozen—\nAs he quaffs, with this potation\nDeep and deeper inspiration\nSeems to grow a Prophet—chosen,\nFor he speaks by divination!\nNever were such fancies woven\nFrom the carded thoughts of mortal.\nSome are mazed, and some deride him,\n\"Lo, his wits have gone astray,\nWhat a fool he is!\" they say.\nOthers whisper (those beside him)\n\"He hath crossed another portal—\nHe is one whose foot is cloven.\nDo ye hear wild creatures beat\nLifted hoof and naked feet\nOn the quiet woodland sod?\nDo ye mark what mood that strain is ?\nHints it not the Shepherd God\nWith his pipings shrill and sweet—\nSnubnose, Sweetwine, old Silenus,\nAll his creatures shy and fleet?\"\nDeeper, deeper, Fire and Dew\nDrains he of the Wine-God's brew\nCraving furthest essence—thus\nHeareth now another voice"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "10", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.12", "texte": "Terrible and new,\nLuring—appalling,\n\"lachus! lachus! lachus!\nWine! Wine! Wine! Rejoice!\"\nThru the forest calling.\nAnd the sky is red and golden\nAnd the red, red stars are falling,\nFalling to the earth in showers.\nAnd the fresh blood-scents embolden\nGold and sable leopards, sleeping,\nTo come crawling, writhing, leaping,\nOver gold and purple flowers.\nAnd the autumn sun is swollen\nWith the sweetness he has stolen\nFrom the wine, and he is wine, wine-red.\nCome ye now with wreathed head,\nCome ye now\nWith ivy bound on your white brow,\nAnd forgotten, forgotten be the hours!\nForgotten and forgotten! Ah the night has fled away,\nAnd the wine is spilt, and the stars are gray,\nFor the old cold dawn abashes\nAll the torches turned to ashes,\nBut the feasters—where are they?\nFled, the sound of pipes at last;\nFled, the panting, goat-shankid clan,\nAnd the maenad rout have passed,\nAnd the echoes caught and cast\nDied where they began."}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "11", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.13", "texte": "Never, never, never\nA more sombre river\nFrom such springs of laughter ran!\nAnd the lucid pool of wit—\nWhat a scum has clouded it!\nPast each stately Parian column\nDay comes, gaunt and pale and shrunken\nAnd her step is very solemn.\nOn the veined marble sunken,\nReft of breath of Deity,\nProne there, lies the Priest—-the Chosen,\nHuddled, bestial, bleared and drunken—\nLike a body that is frozen\n(That such things should be!)\nShape of shapeless mockery\nHe had tasted all one can;\nHe had heard the pipes of Pan;\nHe had followed in thy van\nDionysus, Dionysus, son of Semele—•\nSatyr ?—not a satyrhhae—a man!"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "12", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.14", "texte": "THE TRAIL BY NIGHT\nNo human foot-print here before my own!\nAnd it is strange to come so far—alone—\nSo far into this frozen forest world\nOf moonlight and of shadow and deep snow,\nAnd things I do not know,\nThat strike the civil vestments from my soul—\nAs if all law-born years were backward hurled\nToward some dim and other pole—\nSome brute primordial reign\nWhose voice was terror and whose life was pain.\nOn—up the trail I go ;\nBeneath my feet cold streams of moonlight glow,\nAnd in the silver-sifted dark strange, naked fancies\ngrow,\nWhile the vast pines in vista, round by round,\nMove with an unearthly sound,\nAnd every tree with its white hair is crowned.\nOn—up—I go,\nAnd as thru ancient Gothic arches seen\nI glimpse the valley far below\nThat glistens with a fine fantastic sheen.\nOn—up—I pass,\nNor reck the night-wrought spells about me thrown,\nHeedless—sucked dry of thought or will\nSave to peer curious into this magician's glass,"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "13", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.15", "texte": "And see the forest dreams thru forest moonlight\nblown.\nOn—up I plunge—until\nBending, discern before me, with a thrill\nThe signs where some wild beast has gone.\nWho knows but that within the silence here\nThe cedar shadows gloom about a deer,\nThat stands with body lithe and slim\nStruck to a statue by surprise ?\nWho knows but that, upon some snowy limb\nA lynx, lean-bellied, pricks his tufted ear\nAnd watches me with evil, amber eyes?\nSurely beyond the stars my man-world lies—\nFor close to me unhallowed mountains rise\nAnd fill my heart with fear!"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "14", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.16", "texte": "SONG IN WINTER\nBurning stars in a frosty sky,\nThread-bare winds from the hollow west,\n\"Give us a garment of beauty!\" they cry,\n\"For the waters of truth our throats are dry,\nAnd phantoms of chaos uncover the bones of our\nbreast,\nLeaving us little rest.\"\nBitter stars in a frozen sky,\nTattered winds from the lonely west,\nHaggard beggars of hours that die—\n(Begging the gift of a golden lie!)\nIs it with you as with us, no rest, no rest—\nIs it with you no rest ?"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "15", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.17", "texte": "The lacy chequer of aerial boughs\nThat winter weaves with delicate wizardry\nFar away—who knows how far?—\nAgainst the flaming calm of winter twilight,\nI hear the voice of speed—muffled and hoarse,\nSounding across the hills.\nLocomotive, locomotive,\nOver the hills at night,\nRunning on your far-away groove\nWith the husky pant of things that move\nAnd cannot turn to left or right,\nOf things that toil and things that pass\nIn the murk of smoke and the stench of gas,\nSerf of the monstrous city,\nWhat pity—oh what pity\nFor the dearth of your delight,\nLocomotive, locomotive,\nOver the hills at night!"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "16", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.18", "texte": "CLOUDS\nWhence do you come, oh silken shapes,\nAcross the silver sky?\nWe come from where the wind blows\nAnd the young stars die.\nWhy do you move so fast, so fast\nAcross the white moon's breast?\nThe cruel wind is at our heels\nAnd we may not rest.\nAre you not weary, fleeing shapes,\nThat never cease to flee?\nThe forked trees' chained shadows are\nLess weary than we.\nWhither do you go, O shadow-shapes\nAcross the ghastly sky?\nWe go to where the wind blows\nAnd the old stars die."}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "17", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.19", "texte": "My head is circl'd with fire—\nAnd I think of the failing of one's desire—\nAnd I hear outside the pitiful dropping of rain;\nWhich is the greater pain?\nI yearn for the birth of the brain—\nBe it child of blood and pain,\n(I pray to* endure the pain)—\nMy heart—lo! my heart is afire\nWith hue as of purple or Tyre—\nWith hope of Promethean fire—\nAnd oh God! God! God! the desire\nFor what only the Gods attain!\nIn the white moonlight stand\nWith every finger on a star, and feel\nInfinity as an engulfing wave."}, {"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "18", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.20", "texte": "JOY\nThe canons are covered with snow,\nBut the sky doth over them lean\nWith eyes that are warm and keen\nAs if he could never know\nThe gray despair of the snow;\nAnd snow and sky join hands together\nTo dance a dance of wonderful weather!"}, {"page_pdf": 21, "page_imprimee": "19", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.21", "texte": "A VOICE\nA woman spoke to me in the street—\nI do not remember how or why—\nBut a breath blew over the winter sky\nAnd spring came in with silver feet!\n\nANOTHER\nA creature plucked at me in the street\nBut well I knew the reason why\nThe red stars sickened in the sky\nAnd Hell gaped open at my feet!"}, {"page_pdf": 22, "page_imprimee": "20", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.22", "texte": "IMPRESSIONS\nThis is the Gate of the Gray City-—wrought\nWith piled roofs and steeples dimly seen\nThru the gray dusk—pale, wistful flakes of fire\nKindled about its lower fringe—vast murk—\nA snuffling monster with an evil eye\nThat surly pants to work some will unknown,\nBlowing white breaths—a semaphore\nWith lifted arm—a form that swings a light\nIn arcs, against infinitude of gray,\nUneasy sounds, the clink and clank and groan\nOf things inanimate—the curves of rails\nIn rhythmical convergence gathered up—\n(And gathering up what burdens from afar!)\nMonotony—monotony—despair!\nThis is the Gate of the Gray City."}, {"page_pdf": 23, "page_imprimee": "21", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.23", "texte": "Whatever our immitigable end,\nThe earth's our home and prison thru whose windows\nOur wistful scrutinizing minds traverse\nThe sky's dissolving continents, exult\nIn melancholy mountains or, shackled,\nEnvy the inconstant sea that seems\nAn uncontaminated god, alone, complete\nIn mighty passion and the scorn of time.\nI love the skyward-spiring tree\nFor its supreme unconsciousness of me."}, {"page_pdf": 24, "page_imprimee": "22", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.24", "texte": "So let us seek the lands that the Gods love,\nThe soil unsown, the isles of sumptuous store;\nWhere fallow fields yield yearly fee of grain,\nAnd vines unpruned produce perennial bloom,\nAnd olive slips engender faithfully,\nAnd dark figs deck their trees; the cavernous oaks\nBleed honey'd drops, and from high hills descend\nThe nimble waters with melodious feet."}, {"page_pdf": 25, "page_imprimee": "23", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.25", "texte": "PRELUDE TO A PHANTASY\nI will tell thee of Far-Away, of Far-Away, of\nFar-Away,\nI will tell thee of Far-Away\nThe home of wandering dreams;\nFor they come out of Far-Away\nTo show us how to love and play,\nAnd when they've wandered for a day\nMust return, it seems.\nThere's more than gold in Far-Away, in Far-Away,\nin Far-Away,\nThere's more than gold in Far-Away,\nThere's more than jewelled gleams.\nThere's more than smiles in Far-Away,\nAnd coronals of laughter gay;\nThere's crystal tears that bloom alway\nBeside forgotten streams.\nWe'll gather gold from Far-Away, from Far-Away,\nfrom Far-Away,\nWe'll gather gold from Far-Away,\nWe'll steal the jewelled gleams.\nWe'll hunt for smiles from Far-Away;\nFollowing laughter by the way,\nBut we must for another day\nLeave the tears it seems."}, {"page_pdf": 26, "page_imprimee": "24", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.26", "texte": "We'll find the road to Far-Away, to Far-Away, to\nFar-Away,\nWe'll know the road to Far-Away\nBy the feet of dreams;\nFor they come out of Far-Away\nTo love a little and to play,\nAnd when they've wandered for a day\nMust return it seems."}, {"page_pdf": 27, "page_imprimee": "25", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.27", "texte": "RUNNING WATER\nOh you who stand by the river in a gown of willow-\ngreen,\nI will make you an eager song of my heart to-night;\nI will find me a feather of a singing bird that has seen\nAnd touched the blue targe of the sky in its flight.\nI will make me a quill of it, and dip in my heart and\nwrite!\nI would not make you a threnody of sorrow that has\nbeen,\nFor you are no more than an eager child who demand\nMagical tales of me, of lacquered Arabian sheen;\nI will speak very softly then with your hand\nIn mine, a rose petal, the things that you understand.\nOn the waxen and beautiful tablet that is your heart\nWith a singing quill and the stain of my heart I will\nwrite;\nI will write with the simplest words and the simplest\nart\nAll the splendors that glow so by night—\nOf the Genie and the Bottle, and carpets of orient\nflight.\nAnd you who are more than a princess in your gown\nof yellow-green\nWith your bird-like and trembling heart will under-\nstand"}, {"page_pdf": 28, "page_imprimee": "26", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.28", "texte": "All the luxurious sorrows and loves that have been\nWritten on parchment at a king's demand—\nAnd the simple words of them will flutter like birds\nin vour hand.\n*"}, {"page_pdf": 29, "page_imprimee": "27", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.29", "texte": "EPITHALAMION\nThe pale dawn went down unto the sea,\nPast the gray ships in the offing.\nThe salt wind found her blowing hair\nAnd closed his wings and nested there,\nAnd the salt sea hungered for her rare\nSweet body and forgot his scoffing.\nThe pale dawn went down unto the sea\nWhen all the world was sleeping;\nShe lifted veils and veils of air\nUntil her eager limbs were bare,\nAnd the salt sea shook his maned hair,\nAnd the curl'd waves came to her, leaping."}, {"page_pdf": 30, "page_imprimee": "28", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.30", "texte": "MARSH-LANDS\nSure in this spongy and luxuriant retreat—\nThis lovely lyric little marsh\nWhich nothing hath of fierce or harsh,\nUnhappy fancies to evoke,\nWhere all life is most delicately attuned to sweet\nMelodious living, here we'll meet\nNaiads dainty and discreet\nWith other watery folk\nAnd watch the twinkle of their iridiscent feet.\nUpon a reed's high silver point\nWhich early dews anoint,\nThe Red-wing lights and poises, swaying,\nWith throaty and delicious whistle playing\nPan-music in the mellow morning light.\nIt is like running water's flow\nA bit unearthly, and celestial quite—\nA golden tremolo ;\nAnd satin robes of air half veil him from our sight.\nThe gay marsh-marigold\nDelights its small sun to unfold;\nAnd many a bulbous goblin thing,\nUgly and grave,\nInto the dull mud burrowing\nDraws from some secret treasure-cave\nAnd to the sunlight heaves\nGreen breadth—great leaves\nTo build a vessel floating on an inland wave."}, {"page_pdf": 31, "page_imprimee": "29", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.31", "texte": "We'll be as busy as the clouds, with naught to do,\nAnd we will wonder at the curious striping,\nIn saffron glimpses, of more distant pools\nWhich the wind cools\nWith deep reflected blue.\nAnd we will listen now to Hyla's piping—\nA thin small sprite\nThat one may never see\nCalling to the sky his clear delight\nFilled with insatiate and unbounded ecstasy."}, {"page_pdf": 32, "page_imprimee": "30", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.32", "texte": "SPRING FANCY\nThere is an orchard, old and rare,\n(I cannot tell you where!)\nWith green doors opening to the sun;\nAnd the sky-children gather there\nTo watch the blossoms, one by one,\nFalling wistfully thru the air\nFrom the trees' dishevelled hair.\nThe sky-children shake their wings\nWith flutterings and gurglings—\nAnd love the light and kiss the sun,\nNor heed the blossoms that have blown\nFrom the fruit-wives' ancient hair\nEarthward thru the glowing air,\nWistfully—one by one."}, {"page_pdf": 33, "page_imprimee": "31", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.33", "texte": "SONG\nA Flicker, a Robin, a Song-sparrow\nHave come from Arcady.\nThe Flicker was an imp that shouted in a tree;\nThe Robin was a winged laugh that Spring set free;\nThe Song-sparrow was a liquid arrow\nThat pierced to the heart of me."}, {"page_pdf": 34, "page_imprimee": "32", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.34", "texte": "PLAYING\nThree little girls and one little boy\nOut in the first warm sunshine;\nThe wind blows in and the wind blows out\nVoices cool as moonshine.\nSix tin cans and a pile of dirt\nAnd the air smiles like a mother—\nThe wind blows in and the wind blows out\nAs they play with each other.\nSparrows on the fence and clothes on the line\nAnd somewhere someone's laughter—\nThe wind blows in and the wind blows out.\nAnd it could not blow much softer!\nThree little girls and one little boy\nOut in the first warm weather—\nThe wind blows in and the wind blows out\nWhile they play together."}, {"page_pdf": 35, "page_imprimee": "33", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.35", "texte": "SONG\nHi! hi! hi!\nOn this green morning\nMy soul is as taut as a greenwood-bow,\nFeeling the sap in it mounting so,\nNeeds but a jog to loose without warning\nAn arrow into the infinite sky—\nHi! hi! hi!\nOn this green morning!"}, {"page_pdf": 36, "page_imprimee": "34", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.36", "texte": "A BUST BY RODIN, KNOWN AS CERES\nWith rhythmic feet and garments flowing free\nDraw near, draw near, bring largesse in full hand;\nMove as to music of the saraband\nStately, before this Woman-deity.\nWoman's—these billows of thick hair that roll\nDown the billowing breasts of her, and close\nShadows of pain and mirth in firm repose—\nThis delicate mask drawn tight across a soul!\nA Goddess—Ultima Thule in her eye;\nFor the sad wisdom of its steady gaze,\nFixed on far, wintry fields and frozen ways,\nGoes out to larger things than you or I:\nThe Titan-sap makes gods of the spring hours,\nAnd Earth renews its children and its flowers!"}, {"page_pdf": 37, "page_imprimee": "35", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.37", "texte": "THE FLOWER'S WAY\nI have stood long in the night\nUnder a star;\nI have stood still with shadowy head\nAnd arrowy leaves outspread\nUnder its trembling light\nWhere green things are.\nI have crept close to the grass\nWhere the beetles dart,\nAnd the humming-bird and the dragon-fly\nWere visions in the sky,\nAnd the mendicant bees that pass\nRifled my heart.\nI have lain long in the day\nUnder the sun,\nWith my burning face in the arms of the wind,\nAnd my petals unconfin'd\nAnd my virginal robes a-sway—\nThus joy is won!"}, {"page_pdf": 38, "page_imprimee": "36", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.38", "texte": "THE TREE'S WAY\nThe high trees are honest folk;\nThey do not stand so much aloof\nUp under heaven's roof,\nAltho they are earth's fairest cloak.\nTheir lives are very calm and slow;\nThey wait for coming things to come,\nThey wait, they rest, they ponder some\nPurpose forgotten long ago\nLike quiet folk;\nAnd sometimes I am moved to stroke\nHand-greeting as I pass them near,\nAnd often I am sure I hear\nAn answer from these stately folk!"}, {"page_pdf": 39, "page_imprimee": "37", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.39", "texte": "CHILDREN\nWhat a garden of surprise\nOut beyond my window lies!\nFancy, when the night is there\nGentle trees with drooping hair\nRocking, rocking cradle-wise\nLittle stars with yellow eyes!"}, {"page_pdf": 40, "page_imprimee": "38", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.40", "texte": "VERSES TO A LITTLE CHILD\n(From Hofmannsthal)\nYour feet have been fashioned as roses\nTo seek the lands of the rainbow—\nThe rainbow-kingdoms are open.\nThere, haunting the taciturn tree-tops\nMillenial prophecies linger,\nThe inexhaustible waters\nAbide there forever and aye.\nBeside the immeasurable forest\nFrom wooden bowl brimming will you then\nApportion your milk with a hop-toad?\nSo festive a banqueting almost\nEntices the stars to their fall!\nBy borders of measureless waters\nSoon you will discover a playmate,\nA dolphin engaging and kind.\nHe'll leap to dry-land at your bidding,\nAnd if he shall fail you sometimes\nThe tender, innumerable zephyrs\nWill still your tempestuous sobbing.\nYou'll find in the rainbow-kingdom\nThe ancient exalted traditions\nForever and ever unchanged.\nThe sun with mysterious power\nHas fashioned your feet as the roses\nTo enter his measureless kingdom."}, {"page_pdf": 41, "page_imprimee": "39", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.41", "texte": "NIGHT-FLOWERS\nThis night hath no disease;\nIt knows not wrecks nor wars\nNor deaths of human minds.\nThe feet of the sweet winds\nBreak all the river's peace\nInto marmoreal bars.\nThe tops of moonlit trees\nHave blossomed with white stars,\nAnd perfumes that one finds\nIn old Arabian jars\nHad never blooms like these!"}, {"page_pdf": 42, "page_imprimee": "40", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.42", "texte": "THE NIGHT\nSorrows confide their secrets; joys lead lives\nOf donely splendor. Mankind tells all things\nTo me, knowing I will not ever speak.\n\nDISILLUSION\nThe night was like a jewell'd crown—\n(Could jewels be so soft a thing!)\nFor stars and wind were in the town\nAnd by the highways entering,\nPlucked there as on a viol string,\nUntil—somewhere—a woman's scream—\nSharply shattered the dream!"}, {"page_pdf": 43, "page_imprimee": "41", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.43", "texte": "Silence within\nThe upper twilight of a temple lies\nAsleep, with pendant plumes—a dreaming god—\nAnd dreams the pageantry of things—and dreams\nThe gifts that he has given with his hands—\nThe gifts that he has taken with his hands—\nAnd dreams his own eternity.\nI am one that loves\nThe stars of labyrinthine night whom the shrill dawn\nDevours, the quietude of ultimate slopes\nThoughtful of twilight, peering moons that shed\nUnrisen glamours thru the umbrageous wood\nWith gnome and goblin rife, and the light spray\nOf gray spring rains enveloping the hills."}, {"page_pdf": 44, "page_imprimee": "42", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.44", "texte": "SONG\nWould I were a bird\nTo nest in a cover\nOf leaves that hover\n'Twixt earth and heaven\nWhere no sound is heard—\nOnly the uneven\nBrush of winds that slumber\nWith no thought to cumber;\nWould I were a bird!\nWould I were a wave\nTo rise for a moment\nFrom the ocean's foment,\nTo puff my lips asunder\nBlowing bubbles brave,\nTo dream and to wonder\nOf the depths below me\nAnd the winds that blow me—\nWould I were a wave!\nBird, canst thou fashion\nSong of things that grieve thee?\nWave hast thou passion\nFor things that will deceive thee?\nBird and wave I leave ye!"}, {"page_pdf": 45, "page_imprimee": "43", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.45", "texte": "RONDEAU\nA Sunday-calm, ornate, profound,\nEnchanting sense, subduing sound,\nEnjoins its ritual to prepare ;\nThe day is bland with unctuous prayer\nThat leaps to heaven at a bound.\nAnd bells ope throats in mellow round\nOf sweet antiphonal resound,\nAnd virtue glistens everywhere—\nA Sunday-calm.\nDraw breath! Away to virgin ground!\nBut where the fields are flower-crowned\nThe cattle with self-conscious stare\nChide my undeprecative air,—\nGood heavens! Can they too have found\nA Sunday-calm?"}, {"page_pdf": 46, "page_imprimee": "44", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.46", "texte": "SUNSET BURIAL\nThe trees upheaven filigrane fingers of desire\nTo touch a ruby-throated cloud-face fanned\nBy a bronze breath and globous mouth of fire;\nBeneath, the rigid gravestones stand,\nEach one a cadaver that cannot close its hand.\n\nFAIRY SONG\nI can live in a golden fruit\nWhose core is hung with honey;\nI can swing on golden wing\nIn elfin ceremony—\nBut oh! for the power\nTo open as a flower\nWhen the air is sunny!"}, {"page_pdf": 47, "page_imprimee": "45", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.47", "texte": "A YOUNG GIRL'S LOVE\nThe season is less stubborn now;\nOver the youngling world we see\nA white sky full of scudding blue,\nA white wind that runneth as a child\nTouching most delicately the new\nSweet buds, and having touched and smiled,\nGoes to seek out some pale anemone,\nAnd wreathe with maiden flowers her fragile brow."}, {"page_pdf": 48, "page_imprimee": "46", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.48", "texte": "A YOUNG MAN'S LOVE\nIf I were your sister I'd lie with you the night-long\nTo feel your bosom's beating;\nIf I were your brother I'd wake you with a day-song\nAnd give a kiss as greeting;\nIf I were your mother I'd hold you as a shut flower\nWhen the dark comes creeping;\nIf I were your father I'd enter at the dawn-hour\nTo look upon you, sleeping.\nWhat is there left over\nFor me, who am your lover?"}, {"page_pdf": 49, "page_imprimee": "47", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.49", "texte": "SONG\nA cup full of star-shine\nThat glowed as an ember,\n(Oh, star of my delight!)\nWith smiles I do remember\nAnd words forgotten quite,\nA cup full of star-shine\nI drank with you to-night.\nA cup full of sea-sound\nThat was as summer thunder—\n(Oh sea of my delight!)\nWith love that lay under\nSeven heavens bright,\nA cup full of sea-sound\nI drank with you to-night."}, {"page_pdf": 50, "page_imprimee": "48", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.50", "texte": "SONG\n(After an old English tune)\nI will bring thee a silver crown.\nI will bring thee an ell of vair,\nCloth of gold and ermine rare\nTo make thee a gown.\nThou hast brought me a marble frown.\nThou hast brought me a cold, cold stare,\nHeart of lead and wry despair,\nAnd a mad-man's swown.\nI will bring thee a leaden crown,\nCloth of Raines in thirty-fold!\nI will bring thee a bed on the wold\nTo lay thee down.\nThou hast brought me out of the town\nTo the earth upturned where the bell is tolled—\nFires of hell and the river's cold\nMy sorrows drown!"}, {"page_pdf": 51, "page_imprimee": "49", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.51", "texte": "TRISTAN AND ISOLDE\nThe sea is here, it hath not any shore,\nNor moves with moving of wind-driven waves\nWhich, undulant and writhing—naked slaves\nTo the uneasy wanderer of heaven's floor,\nBow sullen backs beneath their master's store\nHe brought with viewless hands from broken graves—\nThe sea is here, and in its silent caves\nMoves not, tho the wind clamors more and more.\nThe sea is here, an infinite undertone;\nBut lo! upon its surface I descry\nTwo floating bubbles, wonderfully blown\nToward each other, flame-like from the sky—\nMeet—melt with lyric splendor into one—\nThen, wind-prick'd, vanish—o'er the Sea, a cry!"}, {"page_pdf": 52, "page_imprimee": "50", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.52", "texte": "PALINURUS\nStarlight: with deep and quiet breathing slept\nThe southern sea. The white-wing'd ship that bore\nThe good Aeneas from his Dido's shore\nGhostlike, with rippling furrows, onward crept,\nAnd only faithful Palinarus kept\nThe midnight watch—but ah, the magic bough,\nThe opiate dew that dript upon his brow,\nThe vacant post, the friends who waking wept.\nThe gods demand their victims; who shall know\nWhat failures Time and Circumstance compel?\nYet, if such doom were mine, I would 'twere so\nThat they would mark my absence thus: \"How well\nEven unto the last he struggled, lo!\nHe tore the rudder with him when he fell!\""}, {"page_pdf": 53, "page_imprimee": "51", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.53", "texte": "THE DERELICT\nI cannot remember whither I was bound—\nI cannot remember why I was found\nMoving without a sound\nMoving in mystery—\nDerelict, derelict,\nOver the sea!\nI too carry a cargo in my hold,\nUnderneath sea-water and green with mold—\nI cannot remember how old!\nFor terrible it is to be\nDerelict, derelict,\nOver the sea!\nFeebler ships weather bravely into port;\nRunning a course that is safe and short—\nMy voyage is another sort;\nNo master guideth me—\nDerelict, derelict,\nOver the sea!\nNights have shadow'd me with phantom stride—\nStars have peer'd at me, eerie-eyed—\nGoblin lights and magic tide\nKeep me company,\nDerelict, derelict,\nOver the sea!"}, {"page_pdf": 54, "page_imprimee": "52", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.54", "texte": "Setting suns have rowell'd me with crimson'd heel—\nWinds have flung laughter, peal after peal—\nBut they shall not know that I feel\nMute in my agony—\nDerelict, derelict,\nOver the sea!\nRudderless, by ways uncharted blown—\nSome day shall waken to find me gone—\nWhat matter? I have drifted alone\nEver—alone—vet free—\nDerelict, derelict,\nOver the sea!"}, {"page_pdf": 55, "page_imprimee": "53", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.55", "texte": "THE SQUIRE OF DAMES TO HIS LADY\nWhy should our meeting borrow\nA sense of shame or sorrow\nThat each must go his way ?\nLove liketh no fetter\nTherefore our roads were better\nIf you go yours to-morrow,\nAnd I go mine to-day.\nI hold you for a minute—\nYou'd catch the hour and pin it—\nBut if I held you longer\nWould you have more assurance\nIn days of richer durance,\nLife with more rapture in it,\nPassion more wise and stronger ?\nThe Daughter of Illusion\nHath made our love seem fusion\nOf two strange things in one—\nBut loving hath not taught her\nThat strange as fire to water,\nLove becomes bleak intrusion\nWhen all the glamor's gone.\nYou say I've brought you sorrow\nAnd pay not debts I borrow—\nBut mirth is what's to pay!\nSo part our paths in laughter,"}, {"page_pdf": 56, "page_imprimee": "54", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.56", "texte": "And, since your heart is softer,\nYou go your way to-morrow—\nAnd I'll go mine to-day."}, {"page_pdf": 57, "page_imprimee": "55", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.57", "texte": "GAS-LIGHT HEROICS\nWith this night's carousal\nWe will close the portal\nOn our poor espousal—\nSacrament and housel\nFor a love too mortal!\nWith this gay delaying\nWe'll delay yet longer—\nCare not what the saying\nOf the World—that braying\nEvil tattle-monger!\nPleasure has as thunder\nScorched and jangled thru me;\nNow I'll sit and wonder\nAt the day-star yonder\nAnd your face, grown gloomy."}, {"page_pdf": 58, "page_imprimee": "56", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.58", "texte": "You are known as \"Lily\"\nAnd they mock your gender;\nIs it but a silly\nFancy, you seem stilly\nLily-souled and tender ?\nUnderneath the bitter\nMockery of color,\nUnderneath the titter\nIs there something fitter ?\nSomething finer, fuller ?\nSomething (can I hear it\nIn your secret eyes?)\nWhen I come too near it\nLike a frightened spirit\nRunning from the skies?\nGirl, you know that glow meant\nDawn's thin lips of scarlet—\nBubble of life's foment\nStay your soul a moment!\n• •••••\nBah! You're drunk, you harlot!"}, {"page_pdf": 59, "page_imprimee": "57", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.59", "texte": "MISTS\nI\nI am most weary of this fatuous me\nThat doth obtrude a niddering death's head\nAt a blithe feast of Springtide jollity,\nOf revelling buds and flowers unsurfeited.\nI am most weary of this chained thought\nThat hath forgotten where its mansions are—\nAnd lost the dew its seven-spher'd courses caught\nWandering in plunged dark from star to star.\nI am most weary of my stagnant soul\nThat neither thirsts, nor hungers, nor is stirred\nBy the gigantic thunders that have rolled\nFrom the white, hurtling lightning of a word.\nI am most weary, love; so let thy face—\nThe sponge that sops my gaze, myself erase."}, {"page_pdf": 60, "page_imprimee": "58", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.60", "texte": "II\nOft in the groping night I am afraid,\nFor this, mine opaque organism, seems\nA glass, a mere reflex of trooping dreams—\nA polished boss where images parade.\nAnd to see these doth make my senses cold—•\nThis globe become a visionary face—\nThis little spinning soul of me—in space—\nI dare not think of what that space may hold!\nSuch thoughts are as the charnel mists that rise\nFrom feverish and mortuary ground\nThru which one sees the country all around—\nYet near, the dead—and far away, the skies.\nBut at the thought of you my life expands\nUntil it holds all life within its hands!"}, {"page_pdf": 61, "page_imprimee": "59", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.61", "texte": "SCEPTIC\nI\nThis hour has shut us like a tent\nFrom all but night; we two, alone,\nSo close, so poignantly alert, have grown,\nThat trivial speech, from silence rent,\nBreaks off—a useless instrument.\nFor all the opening world is ours,\nAnd you, tho scarce a woman yet,\nYour eyes with feasts of lights and vintage set,\nHold all the dewy wealth of flowers,\nAnd gold of Babylonian towers.\nOur lives will alter if we move—\nIt were so< easy now to rise\nAnd tell my unimpassioned soul it lies—\nAnd claim youth's heritage of love,\nLet bald life prove what it may prove!\nIt were so easy to conceive\nYour lack my lack would compensate—\nAnd by one stroke undo the knot of fate;\nIt were so easy to believe\nThe lies that such a thing could weave!"}, {"page_pdf": 62, "page_imprimee": "60", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.62", "texte": "Or shall I stumble through the night\nBiting my lips to hold the tears\nBecause your incommunicable years\nMust spend their summer of delight\nWithout my reach—beyond my sight?\nThe house is still; the midnight seems\nInscrutable—no answer there.\nOh God!—to break this tension of despair.\nBetween us the calm lamplight streams—\n\"Good night!\" and \"Pleasant dreams !\"•—yes—dreams."}, {"page_pdf": 63, "page_imprimee": "61", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.63", "texte": "II\nI would I had lain with my love to-night;\nHer eyes trembled for her body said,\n\"I have smoothed a pillow and made a bed\"—\nBut I smiled against it\nAnd turned away my head\nTo come into the cold starlight.\nI would I had lain with my love to-night,\nFor I know how flowers are shed,\nAnd the cynical scintillant stars are dead—\nDead, dead utterly!\nYet I turned away my head\nTo come into the cold starlight.\nI would I had lain with my love to-night!\nOh, indolent Gods, we too can tread\nOn the silent spirits, the uncomforted!\nShe did not reproach me,\nTho I turned away my head\nAnd came into the starlight."}, {"page_pdf": 64, "page_imprimee": "62", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.64", "texte": "III\nLove (as a cloud on the sea\nHung between poles of blue)\nHangs in the heart of me\nBetween the eyes of you.\nLove, as a cloud on the sea,\nClaims the tears of two.\nLove (as a wind in a tree\nShaking its tower of green)\nShakes all the heart of me\nAnd leaves no peace between.\nLove, as the wind the tree\nTears with hands unseen.\nLove (as a storm on the sea\nShatters the sleep of the wave)\nShatters the heart of me\nWith desires that grope and crave.\nLove, as the storm the sea,\nBoasts not me his slave."}, {"page_pdf": 65, "page_imprimee": "63", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.65", "texte": "IV\nYou, flower-named, and as a flower arrayed,\nOpen to all the wandering airs that pass,\nOpened to me—yet I drew back afraid,\nCraven to the blood that would have preyed\nAnd the sly viper coiling in the grass.\nV\nLove, when you smiled and beckoned\nMy cold thought stood aloof and reckoned\nSome heights above you.\nBut now you have turned and gone\nSmiling, fugitive as dawn,\nI know (oh fool!) I love you."}, {"page_pdf": 66, "page_imprimee": "64", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.66", "texte": "VI\nLove, with her queen's face and child lips\nWalked at my side; her hair about her head\nStreamed, with riotous and exuberant spread\nLike sails and cordage of sea-breasting ships,\nAnd as the tides, her mirthful glints and dips\nTugged at my anchor'd calmness—then she said\nChilling to gravity, \"You are lead.\"\nIt was as when the bright blade cruelly slips,\nFor in my soul that hid its vain desires\nUnder closed hatch, I knew the stifled fires\nDevoured in silence, as stealthy serpents writhe\nTheir folds about their prey; and seemed to hear\nThe passing of some irrevocable year,\nAnd faint for whistle of a monstrous scythe.\nVII\nPain of widest range—\nThe intimate grown strange."}, {"page_pdf": 67, "page_imprimee": "65", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.67", "texte": "ARMA VIRUMQUE CANO\nAnd so the good Aeneas went away.\nIt was not dawn, and yet the sleepless sea\nFelt as a mother, the still unborn day.\nThe stars were brighter than they ought to be.\nA milky foam curled from the vessel's breast\nWhose long blades lifted to each lifting crest.\nHappy were the sailors to be aboard once more,\nAnd the laughing sea answered to their shouts afar\noff shore.\nDido the Queen\nKnew he was gone.\nNo ned to have seen\nFrom the casement withdrawn;\nNo need to be told;\nHer heart had guessed\nBy the aching unrest\nAnd empty breast—\nEmpty and cold.\nOh, plain her Maidens at their spinning,\nLove has end that had beginning."}, {"page_pdf": 68, "page_imprimee": "66", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.68", "texte": "As the course was traced Aeneas paced,\nHis thoughts uprising like a flock of birds;\nAnd one flew west, to the new the unknown nest,\nAnd one that was wing'd with flaming words—\nSomething the Queen had uttered, tender—sweet,—\nFluttered back and died—just at her feet.\nHo! chants a Rower, straining at the sweep,\nLeave the landsman to his pillow, the sailor to the\ndeep.\nAll night the Queen\nIn fever burned;\nA dream returned\nLong ago seen:\nA dream of ships,\nOf one who came\nOut of a flame\nAnd cried her name\nAnd kissed her lips.\nSomewhere in the dawn Someone's singing:\n\"Lo! what gifts love's hands are bringing!\""}, {"page_pdf": 69, "page_imprimee": "67", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.69", "texte": "Jet-black, the palms like sculptured fountains loomed\nAbove the lovers; one star blazed all night.\nBeyond the river was the sea that boomed.\nTheir barge was lit with lightnings of delight.\nOf this, the good Aenaes too had dreamed\nWhile the unshaken towers of Ilium gleamed.\nAh! cry the sailors, ''whom we loved must wait.\nThere's no turning back from the open track to the\ngates of fate.\"\nThe cicadas drone;\nDesert winds blow\nAs oarsmen row\nTheir Queen alone\nDown the river.\nAlone, she cried\nAlone! to the tide.\nAnd the sea replied\nForever!\nLa, croon the Women, nimbly weaving,\n\"Whose heart do we hear grieving?\""}, {"page_pdf": 70, "page_imprimee": "68", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.70", "texte": "Months bring all wanderings to a close.\nThe fleet years flee; Aeneas wisely wed,\nOften, when wind and sea strike mighty blows,\nWakening from dreams half ecstasy, half dread,\nThat come upon him from another life,\nTouches the calm breast of his sleeping wife.\nHum, the Night Watch mutters, leaning on his spear,\n\" 'Tis a strange world to be in and to have no fear.\"\nThe sea at last\nBrings pain to end.\nThe desert vast\nBecomes her friend.\nHer people fear it:\n\"The Queen,\" they say,\n\"Grows day by day\nPaler, but still gay—\nAs a spirit.\"\nOh, they murmur, \"Queen Dido goes away\nTo where the dark river runs, sunless and gray.\""}, {"page_pdf": 71, "page_imprimee": "69", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.71", "texte": "A HYMN TO DIONYSUS IN SPRING\nYellow the sands of the shores of Elis, and over the\ncreaming\nFoam-flakes that flutter and curl on the edge of the\ndreaming\nMediterranean, Jupiter arches his azure dome.\nHere to the somnolent sands the Aeolian women have\ncome,\nThe dreamers, all languid with silence of spring-tide\ndreaming,\nAnd they stand with their hair unbound and their feet\nin the foam.\nThe heart of the morning beats with a swooning,\namorous beating,\nAnd the nymph-cool waters and brazen sunshine meet-\ning,\nMingle where indolent spring-tide ripples shimmer\nand burn;\nOut to the dim horizon the eyes of the dreamers\nyearn,\nAnd like flutes are the low, soft voices that chant thus,\nentreating\nThe God, Dionysus, to rise from the sea and return."}, {"page_pdf": 72, "page_imprimee": "70", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.72", "texte": "\"Bitter thy roving hath been, O Hunter, and stricken\nwith madness,\nAnd thy winter frenzy hath torn us with torment of\nsadness—\nHorror of blood in the mouth and of murderous lusts\nthat bring\nShadows a-couch in the forest from under us shud-\ndering.\nWe are sick of the feverish nights that have stolen\nour gladness—\nAh! we are weary of winter and fain of the Spring!\"\n\"Thy foes, O Hunter, have goaded thy soul, but their\ngoading is over,\nFor every unfolding leaf is a shield for thy cover\nAnd every grass-blade upraises a spear that is scimi-\ntar-keen,\nGladly the flowers will weave thee a mantle to wander\nunseen.\nSlim as a willow-v/and, Ariadne awaits thee, her lover,\nAnd her heart is full of the dreams that are cool and\ngreen.\""}, {"page_pdf": 73, "page_imprimee": "71", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.73", "texte": "\"Hye, the Dew, thy mother, sorrows because of thy\ngoing,\nAnd the film-pale, rain-sweet Hyades fleeing and flow-\ning,\nDissolved from the rainbow and river to rise in the\nsap of the tree,\nLeave never their dolorous grieving, lamenting in\nquest of thee.\nAnd the succulent vine and the spirit of all things\ngrowing\nCry 'Dionysus, return! Oh, return from the sea!' \"\n\"Wilt thou forsake us forever, unheeding our sedulous\nplaining ?\nSee'st not the clusters of pale green globes, crescent\nand straining\nSunwards, that long for thy hand to engarb them\nwith royal attire?\nHear us, O Wine-God; return to us! Kindle once\nmore Desire!\"\nSo chant the Aeolian women till the light be waning\nWhile the foam breaks over their feet in soft folds\nof fire."}, {"page_pdf": 74, "page_imprimee": "72", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.74", "texte": "The robes of the sun are red, and close to the earth\nhe dozes;\nThe long day lingers, then slowly and silently closes\nThe shadowy orient gates, climbing upward stair by\nstair,\nRaising her evening face to the stars in the spring-\ntide air.\nLo! the sea is aglow and aflame with the odor of\nroses!\nLo! a glimpse of the God with the sun in his yellow\nhair!"}, {"page_pdf": 75, "page_imprimee": "73", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191409-01.1.75", "texte": "Recent Publications\nPrice Post\nLove of One's Neighbor—Leonid Andreyev.. 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