Liber Al vel Legis

62. I am uplifted in thine heart; and the kisses of the stars rain hard upon thy body. 63. Thou art exhaust in the voluptuous fulness of the inspiration: the expiration is sweeter than death, more rapid and laughterful than a caress of Hell’s own worm. 64. Oh! thou art overcome: we are upon thee; our delight is all over thee: hail! hail! prophet of Nu! prophet of Had! prophet of Ra-Hoor-Khu! Now rejoice! now come in our splendour and rapture! Come in our pas- sionate peace, and write sweet words for the Kings! 65. I am the Master: thou art the Holy Chosen One. 66. Write, and find ecstasy in writing! Work, and be our bed in working! Thrill with the joy of life and death! Ah! thy death shall be lovely: whoso seeth it shall be glad. Thy death shall be the seal of the promise of our agelong love. Come! lift up thine heart and, rejoice! We are one; we are none. 67. Hold! Hold! Bear up in thy rapture; fall not in swoon of the excellent kisses! 68. Harden! Hold up thyself! Lift thine head! breathe not so deep—die! 21