Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Aleister Crowley . The ship is trim : to sea ! to sea ! Take life in either hand , Crush out its wine for you and me , And drink , and understand . IN MEMORIAM A.J. B. THE life by angels ' touch divinely lifted From our dim space - bounds to a vaster sphere , The spirit , through the vision of clouds rifted , Soars quick and clear . We know the dance that hails the golden pinions The sun waves over an awakening earth ; We know the joy that floods the heart 's dominions At true love 's birth . Even so, the mists that roll o' er earth are riven , The spirit flashes forth from mortal sight , And , flaming through the viewless space , is given A robe of light . As when the conqueror Christ burst forth of prison And triumph woke the thunder of the spheres , So broke the soul , as newly re - arisen Beyond the years . 57