Aleister
Crowley .
No man
hath
seen
beneath
my brows
Eternity 's exultant house ;
No man
hath
noted
in my brain
The knowledge of my mystic
spouse .
I
watch
the
centuries
wax
and
wane.
Poor , in
the kingdom
of strong gold ,
My power
is swift
and
uncontrolled .
Simple , amid
the maze
of lies ;
A
child , among
the
cruel
old
,
I
plot
their
stealthy
destinies
.
So
patient
,
in
the
breathless
strife
;
So
silent
,
under
scourge
and
knife
;
So
tranquil
,
in
the
surge
of
things
;
I
bring
them
,
from
the well
of
Life
,
Love
,
from
celestial water
-
springs
.
From
the
shrill fountain
-
head
of
God
I
draw
out water with
the
rod
Made
luminous with
light
of
power
.
I
seal
each
aeon
's
period
,
And
wait
the moment
and
the
hour
.
Aloof
,
alone
,
unloved
,
I
stand
With
love and
worship
in
my hand
.
I
commune
with
the Gods
;
I
wait
Their
summons
,
and
I
fire
the brand
.
I
speak
their Word
;
and
there
is
Fate
.
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