Aleister
Crowley .
Oh,
to be
there , my
heart !
And
the
vesper
bells
awaken
;
Colleges
call
their
children
;
Lakeland
fades
from
the
sight
.
Only
the
sad
slow
Cam
like
a
sire
with
age
grown
heavy
Wearily
moves
to
the
sea
,
to
quicken
to
life
at
last
.
Blithelier
I
depart
,
to
a
sea
of
sunnier kindness
;
Hours
of
waiting
are
past
;
I
re
-
quicken
to
love
.