The Star in the West

THE NEW WINE 317 bush—or a flaming chariot-or a still small voice , and joining myself to God I become one spirit with him . As : O night ! Fade , love ! Fade , light ! I pass beyond Life's law . I melt as snow ; as ice 1 thaw ; As mist I dissipate : I am borne , I draw Through chasms on the mountains : stormy gusts Of ancient sorrows and forgotten lusts Bear me along : they touch me not : I waste. The memory of long lives interlaced Fades in my tading . I disintegrate Fall into black oblivion of Fate . My being divides . I have forgot my name . I am blown out as a thin subtle flame, I am no more . And Nor shall the mind revoke at ease These myriad cressets from the sun ; Constrained in sober destinies Thought's river shall its ripples run Into the one , the one , the one , the one .? 2 2 Orpheus , vol . iii, p . 213 . Gargoyles , vol . iii, p . 97. I may here point out that not only in their Sapphic brilliance , but also in their mirrored mysticism , so many of Crowley's poems are akin to the esoteric teaching of the Sufi poets of Persia , such as Jelaladdin and Jami . A very beautiful parable of Jelaladdin runs as follows : One knocked at the Beloved's Door ; and a Voice asked from within , “ Who is there ? ” and he answered , “ It is I. " Then the Voice said , “ This House will not hold Me and Thee ." And the Door was not opened . Then went the Lover into the Desert , and fasted and prayed in Solitude . And after a year he returned , and knocked again at the Door . And again the voice asked , “ Who is there ? ” and he said , “ It is Thyself ,” and the