Magick in Theory and Practice (Section 1)

To watch thy wantonness weeping through The tangled grove, the gnarléd bole Of the living tree that is spirit and soûl And body and brain — corne over the sea, (loPan! IoPan!) Devil or god, to me, to me, My man ! my man ! Corne with trumpets sounding sbrill Over the hill ! Corne with drums low muttering From the spring! Corne with flûte and corne with pipe! Am I not ripe? I, who wait and writhe and wrestle With air that hath no boughs to nestle My body, weary of empty clasp, Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp — Corne, O corne! I am numb With the lonely lust of devildom. Thrust the sword through the galling fetter, All-devourer, all-begetter; Give me the sign of the Open Eye, And the token erect of thorny thigh, And the word of madness and mystery, O Pan! IoPan! lo Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan, I am a man: Do as thou wilt, as a great god can, O Pan! IoPan! Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan ! I am awake In the grip of the snake. The eagle slashes with beak and claw; The gods withdraw: The great beasts corne, Io Pan! I am borne To death on the horn Of the Unicom. I am Pan ! Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Pan ! VIII —