ALEISTER
CROWLEY .
IN
NEVILLE 'S
COURT ,
TRINITY
COLLEGE , CAMBRIDGE .
THINK
the
souls of many men
are
here
Among
these
cloisters , underneath
the
spire
That
the moon
silvers
with magnetic
fire ;
But not
a
moon -ray
is it, that
so
clear
Shines
on
the
pavement ; for
a
voice of
fear
It hath , unless
it be
the breeze that mocks
My
ear,
and waves his
old
majestic
locks
About
his
head
.
There fell upon
my
ear
;
“
O
soul contemplative
of
distant
things
,
Who
hast
a
poet
's
heart
,
even
if
thy
pen
Be dry
and
barren
,
who
dost hold
love
dear
,
Speed
forth
this message
on
the
fiery
wings
Of stinging
song
to
all
the
race
of
men
;
That
they
have
hope
;
for
we
are
happy
here
."