Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Aleister Crowley . Lap all the mist with orange and red gold , Throw some lank windmill into iron shade , And stir the chill canal with manifold Rays of clear morning ; never grow afraid When he dips down beyond the far , flat land , Know never more the day and night apart , Know not where frost has laid his iron hand Save only that it fastens on my heart ; Save only that it grips with icy fire These veins no fire of hell could satiate ; Save only that it quenches this desire . Let me pass out beyond the city gate . THE ROSICRUCIAN . SEE the centuries wax and wane , I know their mysteries of pain , The secrets of the living fire , The key of life : I live : I reign : For I am master of desire . Silent , I pass amid the folk Caught in its mesh , slaves to its yoke . Silent , unknown , I work and will Redemption , godhead 's master - stroke , And breaking of the wands of ill.