Aleister
Crowley .
For
secret
symbols
on my brow ,
And
secret
thoughts
within ,
Compel
eternity
to Now ,
Draw
the
Infinite
within .
Light
is
extended .
I and
Thou
Are as they
had
not
been .
So
on my
head
the light
is
one,
Unity
manifest ;
A
star more
splendid
than
the
sun
Burns, for my
crowned
crest :
Burns
as
the murmuring
orison
Of waters
in
the
west.
What angel
from
the silver
gate
Flames
to my
fierier
face
?
What angel, as I
contemplate
The unsubstantial
space ,
Move
with
my lips
the laws
of
Fate
That bind
earth 's
carapace
?
No angel, but the
very
light
And
fire and
spirit
of Her,
Unmitigated , eremite ,
The
unmanifested
myrrh ,
Ocean , and
night
that
is
not night,
The mother -mediator .