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1906 · PDF PAGE 146

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…sing you a song to comfort you.” * ‘*Ts it very long?” Alice asked. ‘‘Tt’s long,” said the Knight, ‘‘ but it’s very very beautiful. .The name of the song is called ‘The Book of the Beast.’” ‘*Oh! how ugly!” cried Alice. ‘¢Never mind,” said the mild creature. ‘Some people call it ‘ Reason in Rhyme.’ ” ‘But which zs the name of the song?” Alice said, trying not lo seem too interested. ‘*Ah, you don’t understand,” the Knight said, looking a little vexed. ‘‘ That’s what the name is called. The name really zs ‘Ascension Day and Pentecost; with some …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 114

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…tread The glowing isles of Greece ! Behind us, fear and toil are dead: Below, the breakers cease ! The Holy Light is on my head— My very name is Peace ! The water’s music moves; and swings The sea’s eternal breast. The wind above us whistles, rings, And wafts‘us to the West. — Greece lures us on with beckonings And sighs of slumber blest. I am not counted with the kings— My very name is Rest! Medea shoots her sweetest glance And Jason bends above— Young virgins in Iolchus dance, Ifearing the news thereof. The heroes—see their glad advance! Hath…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 183

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…so foul a fiend In presence of the living Sun, And yet replace him oiled and cleaned By the Egyptian Pantheon, The same thing by another name. Thus when oflate Egyptian Gods Evoked ecstatic periods In verse of mine, you thought I praised Or worshipped them—I stand amazed. I merely wished to chant in verse Some aspects of the Universe, Summed up these subtle forces finely, And sang of them (I think divinely) In name and form: a fault perhaps— Reviewers are such funny chaps! I think that ordinary folk, Though, understood the things I spoke. For G…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 28

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…the mystic sacrifice, And in the knowledge of my Selfhood made One with the Everlasting Lords of Life. The Glorified through Trial is My Name. The Rescuer of Matter is My Name. I am the Heart of Jesus girt about With the Swift Serpent! I, Osirified, Stand in this Hall of Twofold Truth and say : Holy art Thou, Lord of the Universe! Holy art Thou, whom Nature hathnot formed! Holy art Thou, O Vast and Mighty One! O Lord of Darkness and O Lord of Light! Holy art Thou, O Light above all Gods! O Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy King Ineffable, O Consciousness …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 26

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…Ones. Before the gods Thy music moves, coequal, coeterne, Thou, Lord of Light and Life and Love! Come forth ! I call thee in the holiest name of Him Lord of the Universe, and by His Name, Osiris perfected through suffering, Glorious in trial: by His Holy Name, Jesus, the Godhead passing through the gates Of Hell, that even there the rescuers Might find the darkness, and proclaim the light ; For I invoke thee by the sacred rites And secret words of everlasting power: By the swift symbol of the Golden Dawn And all its promise, by the Cross of Fir…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 116

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…p this love of peace and bliss, The starry soul of wine, Destruction’s formidable kiss, The lamp of the divine : This shadow of a nobler name Whose life is strife, whose soul is fame ! I rather will exalt the soul Of man to loftier height, And kindle at a livelier coal The subtler soul of Light. From these soft splendours ofa dream T turn, and seek the Self supreme. This world is shadow-shapen of The bitterness of pain. Vain are the little lamps of ilove ! The hight of life is vain! Life, death, Joy, sorrow, age and youth Are phantoms of a furt…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 101

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… altar and the earth, The water and the incense and the victim— Nothing of all remains! Then look to it That ye invoke not Wisdom by the Name Of bright Athena ! JASON. We are here to call Upon that Wisdom by that mighty Name! ORPHEUS. Who calleth upon Wisdom is not wise. Is it not written in the Sibyl’s book ! That Wisdom crieth in the streets aloud And none regardeth her? Obey my. voice. JASON. O master of Apollo’s lyre and light ! We are not wise—and for that very cause We meet to-day to call on Wisdom. ORPHEUS, Well ! The altar stands, shado…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 84

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… like death; withdrawn and epicene At the mad crisis of the eventful thing. O that such tender fondness like a flower’s Should take such nameless infamy! That we Should pluck such bitter bloom, rooted in fear, 1 On the westward voyage across the Pacific a day is ‘lost’ on the 180th degree. Salt with the scurf of some diseaséd sea, Foul with the curse of God: that we are here, Hating the night’s: inexorable hours. THE THIRTY-SECOND DAY. ‘* Me of my lawful pleasure she restrained And prayed me oft forbearance.” Cymbeline, How sweet the soft looks…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 133

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…et’'s gold Carved in the secret charactery, Whose flowers of writing bend and fold The star of Solomon, the eye Whence four rays run—the Name! the seal Written within the burning wheel. And now I lean with fevered will Across the carven screen of palm. All nature holds its function still ; The sun is mild; the wind is calm ; But on my ear the voices fall Distant, and irk me, and appal. Two men have sworn the solemn oath : ‘‘God and the king this dog blasphemed,” Two judges, just, though little loth, Weigh, answer. As on one who dreamed Comes wa…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 126

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…the Lord? Athena’s favour must withdraw Before the justice of thy law ! Hail to the Lord of glittering spears, The monarch of the mighty name, The Master of ten thousand Fears Whose sword is as a scarlet flame ! Hail to black Ares! Wild and pale The echo answers me: All Hail! EXPLICIT ACTUS QUINTUS.

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1906 · PDF PAGE 47

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…on the soul of Zohra grew A fashioned orb of fiery dew: Yet (as cool water on a leaf) It touched his spirit not with grief, Although its name was sorrow. ‘*Q for a name to borrow ” (He mused) ‘‘ some semblance for this subtle sense Of new experience ! For on my heart, untouched, my mind not used : To any metre mused, Save the one tranquil and continuous rhyme Of joy exceeding time, | Here the joy changes, but abides for ever, Here on the shining river | Where the dusk gathers, and tall trees begin To wrap the shallop in, Sweet shade not cast of…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 25

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…Continual dewfall to the thirsty earth. Thus are ye made of Justice and of Truth, The Souls of Fury, and the Lords of Ruth. In His great Name, your God’s, I say, arise ! Behold ! His mercies murmur in the skies. His Name is mighty in us to the end. In Him wecry : Move, answer, and descend ! Apply yourselves to us; arise! Forwhy? We are the Wisdom of your God most high } They rise at mine appointed 1 This Fragment is a paraphrase of one of the elemental invocations given in Dr. Dee's famous record of magical working.—A. C,

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1906 · PDF PAGE 50

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…r All the workings of its will, and vanish Into peace and light and bliss, whose nature Baffles so the little tongues of mortals That we name it not, but from its threshold, From the golden word upon its gateway, Style ‘‘ Cessation”; that whose self we guess not. Thus the wise most mystically interpret Into wisdom the worst folly spoken By the mortal of a god deluded. So, the last wise word rejected, Pentheus Cries, ‘‘ dy’ ws rdxuora, To0 xpbvov dé co. POovar’” —“ Why waste we time in talking ? Let us now away unto the mountains !” So the wise,…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 227

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…es of men, and therein a lion with a voice of a dog. Then came avoice: ‘Thirteen! are they, who are one. Once is a oneness: twice is the Name: thrice let us say not: by four is the Son: by five is the Sword: by six is the Holy Oil of the most Excellent Beard, and the leaves of the Book are by six: by seven is that great Amen.” Then our Father saw one hundred and four horses that drove an ivory car over a sea of pearl, and they received him therein and bade him be comforted. With that he awoke and saw that he would have all his desire. In the mo…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 175

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…tellectual prism The spiritual Syllogism. We know what fools (only) call Whether or Divine and Supernatural not spirit and And what they name material tinct, Tet us in Are really one, not two, the line vestigate the By which divide they and define fundamental necessities of Being a shadowy sort of test ; thought. A verbal lusus at the best, At worst a wicked lie devised To bind men’s thoughts ; but we must work With our own instruments, nor shirk Discarding what we erstwhile prized ; Should we perceive it disagree With the first-born necessity.…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 178

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172 THE SWORD OF SONG Visible Image of the Soul of Nature, whose Name is Fat- ality. Futility of all investigations of the Mind into the First Cause. Faith our only alternative to Despair? So says Mansel. That masks the primal cause of being. With all respect to Buddha, fleeing The dreadful problem with the word ‘* Who answers, as who asks, hath erred,” I must decidedly insist On asking why these things exist. My mind refuses to admit All-Power can be all-Wickedness. —Nay! but it may! What shadows flit Across the awful veil of mist? What though…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 153

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…ow teeth, claws of cat about it ! With gentle words—fiat exordium ; Exeat dolor, intret gaudium ! * It had a design of 666 and Crowley's name in Hebrew (which, like most names, adds up to that figure) on the reverse. Necessity of poem. Mysticism wv. literal interpre- tation. Former excused. Buddha re- bukes poet. Detailed scheme of modified poem.

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1906 · PDF PAGE 167

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…er lay the end, Whence the beginning. All is black, Void of all cause, all aim ; unkenned, As if I had been dead indeed— All in Christ's name! And I look back, And then and long time after lack Courage or strength to hurl the creed Down to the heaven it sprang from! No! Not this inspires the indignant blow L Poem does not treat of Palz- ontology: nor of poet's youth : nor of Christian infamies. Poet forced tomystic position.

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1906 · PDF PAGE 159

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… endless reign ! Leaving the world to centuries torn By every agony and scorn, And every wickedness and shame Taking their refuge in his Name. No Yogt shot his Chandra® so, Will Christ return? What ho? What ho! What? What? ‘“ He mediates above Still with His Sire for mercy, love,—” And other trifles! Far enough That Father’s purpose from such stuff! You see, when I was young, they said: ‘“Whate’er you ponder in your head, Or make the rest of Scripture mean, You can’t evade John ill. 16.” Former com- pared to Keru- bim ; as it is written, Run- n…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 63

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…e pain, but enchanted : Her kiss is an opiate breath Amorously panted : Her fervours last granted Are sorrow, and death. Nor death as ye name in derision The change to a cycle of pain, To a cycle of joy as a vision Ye chase, and may capture in vain. Endeth you peace, and your change is Like the change in a measure that shrills And slackens and ranges; your passion estranges The love of the hills ! Nay ! death is a portal of passing To miseries other but sure. Yet the snow on the hills amassing The wind of an hour may endure ; But as day after d…

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