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THE WIZARD WAY 
 
 
“ Give thy body to the beasts !   
Give thy spirit to the priests !   
Break in twain the hazel rod 
On the virgin lips of God !   
Tear the Rosy Cross asunder !   
Shatter the black bolt of thunder !   
Suck the swart ensanguine kiss 
Of the resolute abyss ! ” 
Wonder-weft the wizard heard 
This intolerable word. 
 
’Smote the blasting hazel rod 
On the scarlet lips of God ;   
Trampled Cross and rosy core ;   
Brake the thunder-tool of Thor ;   
Meek and holy acolyte 
Of the priestly hells of spite 
Sleek and shameless catamite 
Of the beasts that prowl by night !   
 
Like a star that streams from heaven 
Through the virgin airs light-riven, 
From the life there shot and fell 
An admirable miracle. 
Carved minute and clean, a key 
Of purest lapis-lazuli 
More blue than the blind sky that aches 
(Wreathed with the stars, her torturing snakes) 
For the dead god’s kiss that never wakes ;