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42 AMBERGRIS Before me dwells the Holy One Anointed Beautys King ; Behind me, mightier than the Sun, To whom the cherubs sing, A strong archangel, known of none, Comes crowned and conquering. An angel stands on my right hand With strength of oceans wrath ; Upon my left the fiery brand, Charioted fire smites forth : Four great archangels to withstand The furies of the path. Flames on my front the fiery star, About me and around. Pillared, the sacred sun, afar, Six symphonies of sound ; Flames, as the Gods themselves that are ; Flames, in the a…
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AMBERGRIS 31 Death is made change, and only change is dead. For the most holy spirit of a man Burns through the limit of the wheels that ran Through all the unrelenting skies When Icarus died, And leaps, the flight of wise omnipotent eyes, When Dædalus espied An holy habitation for the shrine Solitary, mid the night of broken brine That foamed like starlight round the desolate shore. So to the mine of that crystalline ore Golden, the electric spark of man is drawn Deep in the bosom of the world, to soar New-fledged, an eagle to the dazzling …
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40 AMBERGRIS FROM THE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST The Palace of the World The fragrant gateways of the dawn Teem with the scent of flowers. The mother, Midnight, has withdrawn Her slumberous kissing hours : Day springs, with footsteps as a fawn, Into her rosy bowers. The pale and holy maiden horn In highest heaven is set. My forehead, bathed in her forlorn Light, with her lips is met ; My lips, that murmur in the morn, With lustrous dew are wet. My prayer is mighty with my will ; My purpose as a sword Flames through the adamant, to fill The garden…
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… lover of my love, O avatar Of the All-One, O mystical High Priest ! O thou before whose eyes my weak eyes fail, Wonderful warden of the Holy Grail ! O thou, mine angel, whom these eyes have seen, These hands have handled, and this mouth has kissed ! O thou, the very tongue of fire, the clean Sweet-scented presence of a holier Christ ! Listen, and answer, and behold ! My wings Droop, O thou stronger than the immortal kings ! My flame burns dim ! O bring the broken jar And alabaster casket, and dispense The oil that flows from that supernal star…
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…......................................... 30 Chorus........................................................... 33 FROM THE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST The May Queen .............................................. 35 The Reaper..................................................... 38 The Palace of the World.................................. 40 The Rosicrucian ............................................. 43 The Athanor................................................... 46 FROM TANNHÄUSER Shepherds Boy Song...................................... 53 Ta…
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…ave. And thou, O Zeus, the sire Of Bromiushunter dire ! Didst snatch the unborn babe from that Olympian fire : In thine own thigh most holy That offspring melancholy Didst hide, didst feed, on light, ambrosia, and moly. Ay ! and with serpent hair And limbs divinely fair Didst thou, Dionysus, leap forth to the nectar air ! Ay ! thus the dreams of fate We dare commemorate, Twining in lovesome curls the spoil of mate and mate.
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… quiet wood is lifted to the seers gaze ; He burns athwart the murky maze beyond into be- atitude. A solemn rapture holds the faun : an holy joy sucks up the seer Within its rose-revolving sphere, the orient oval of the dawn. Lights graven old cartouche is sealed upon the for- est : groves are gray With filtered glamours of the day, the steely ray flung off his shield. She kneels, yon spirit of the earth ; she kneels and looks toward the east. In her gray eyes awakes the beast from slumber into druid mirth. She is amazed, she, eager, she, exo…
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AMBERGRIS 43 FROM THE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST The Rosicrucian I see the centuries wax and wane. I know their mystery 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, godheads master-stroke, And breaking of the wands of ill. No man hath seen beneath my brows Eternitys exultant house. No man hath noted in my brain The knowledge of my mystic spouse. I wait the centuries wax and…
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AMBERGRIS 35 FROM THE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST The May Queen (old style) It is summer and sun on the sea, The twilight is drawn to the world : We linger and laugh on the lea, The light of my spirit with me, Sharp limbs in close agony curled. The noise of the music of sleep, The breath of the wings of the night, The song of the magical deep, The sighs of the spirits that weep, Make murmur to tune our delight. Slow feet are our measures that move ; Swift songs are more soft than the breeze ; Our mouths are made mute for our love ; Our eyes are ma…
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…of our race Heroic tales, half-doubted, being So far beyond a rime to trace. What shall they say ? For secret we Have held our love, and holy. Splendour Of light, and music of the sea, And eyes and heart serene and tender, With kisses mingled utterly These were our ways. And who shall know ? What warrior bard our nuptial glories Shall sing ? Historic shall we go Down through our countrys golden stories ? Shall lovers whisper Even so As he loved her do I love you ? So much they shall know, surely ; never The truth, how lofty and fresh as de…
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… periods Of seasons and of stars gave ear, and these Vaults of the heaven heard The great white light that shaped its secrecies Into one holy terrible word, Higher than all words spoken ; for he said :
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…hrine Of that most softly-spoken one, Mine Aphrodite ! Touch the imperfect strings, O thou, immortal, throned above the moon ! Inspire a holy tune Lighter and lovelier than flowers and wine Offered in gracious gardens unto Pan By any soul of man !
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46 AMBERGRIS FROM THE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST The Athanor Libertine touches of small fingers creep Among my curls to-night : pale ghastly kisses, Like mournful ghosts roused from their ruined sleep By clamorous cries of murder. Strange abysses Loom in the vista keen eyes penetrate, Vague forecasts of immeasurable fate. O thou belovd blood, that wells and weeps ! O thou belovd mouth, that beats and bleeds ! O mystic bosom where some serpent sleeps, Sweet mockery of a thousand saintlier creeds ! Even I, that breathe your perfume, taste your br…
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38 AMBERGRIS FROM THE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST The Reaper In middle music of Apollos corn She stood, the reaper, challenging a kiss ; The lips of her were fresher than the morn, The perfume of her skin was ambergris ; The sun had kissed her body into brown ; Ripe breasts thrown forward to the summer breeze ; Warm tints of red lead fancy to the crown, Her coils of chestnut, in abundant ease, That bound the stately head. What joy of youth Lifted her nostril to respire the wind ? What pride of being ? What triumphal truth Acclaimed her queen to h…
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…h looked forth upon the Bier That goeth to the House of Rest ! His heart is lit with melody ; Peace in his house is master of fear ; His holy Name is in the West When the sun sinks, the royal rays Of moonrise flash across the days ! I have risen ! I have risen ! as a mighty hawk of gold ! From the golden egg I gather, and my wings the world enfold. I alight in mighty splendour from the thrond boats of light ; Companies of Spirits follow me ; adore the Lords of Night. Yea, with gladness did they pæan, bowing low be-fore my car, In my ears thei…
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…Assume the crown of the wide world, and lend A star of many summits to his head That rules his fate and compasses his end, And seeks the holy mountain of the dead To draw dead fire, and breathe, and give it life ! But thou, be strong for strife, And, as a god, cry out, and let there be The mark of many footsteps on the sea Of angels hastening to fulfil Thy supreme, single will ! Alone, intense, unmoved, not made for change, Let thy one godhead rise To move like morning, and like day to range, A furnace for the skies, That all men cry : The uncr…