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…! The star of morning rise and burn : I seek the dim supernal day ! Sleep there, nor know me gone : sleep there And never wake, although God’s breath Catch thee at midmost of the prayer Of sleep—that so dream turns to death.
…hen formulate In thine own mind, luminous, concentrate, The Lion of the Light, a child that stands On the vast shoulders of the Steed of God : Or winged, or shooting flying shafts, or shod With the flame-sandals. Then, lift up thine hands ! Centre thee in thine heart one scarlet thought Limpid with brilliance of the Light above ! 120
…ate (even so Are life and death)—shall one unite the two, My long impulsive strife ? Did I find life ? The real life—to know The ways of God. Alas ! I never knew. Q 121
…timate shore. We come that our lover may find us His bride as he found us before. We listen, and love; and his voice is the voice of the God we adore. ORPHEUS Come forth in your gladness, O end of all these! O sorrow and madness And passion and ease, Sharp joy and sweet sadness, Deep life and deep peace ! Come forth! I invoke you, ringed round, earth’s girdle, the manifold seas ! THE SEA I hear but one voice in our voices ; One tune, multitudinous notes; One life that burns low or rejoices, One song from the numberless throats. Where ice on my …
192 THE EQUINOX Boy, as you love me, I charge you to fold Pipe over pipe into gardens of gold Such as a god may be glad to behold. Seated on high in the zons of doom, Sucked as a seed to the infinite womb, Sealed is my soul in the sheath of its tomb. Boy, as you love me, I charge you to mould Pipe after pipe, till the heavens are rolled Back and are lost as a tale that is told! III Silence and darkness are weaving a web Broidered with Nothing at uttermost ebb :— Cover, oh cover the shaming of Seb! Fling the wide veil, O Nuit, on the shame |— Sh…
192 THE EQUINOX Boy, as you love me, I charge you to fold Pipe over pipe into gardens of gold Such as a god may be glad to behold. Seated on high in the zons of doom, Sucked as a seed to the infinite womb, Sealed is my soul in the sheath of its tomb. Boy, as you love me, I charge you to mould Pipe after pipe, till the heavens are rolled Back and are lost as a tale that is told! III Silence and darkness are weaving a web Broidered with Nothing at uttermost ebb :— Cover, oh cover the shaming of Seb! Fling the wide veil, O Nuit, on the shame |— Sh…
…Pallid, a mummy throned, she sits ; The Egyptian eyes, the Egyptian hair, The band on her brows, the slender hands, All hieroglyphs of a God’s commands Beyond the rimes that a poet knits With fruitless travail, sterile carei Marvellousl marvellous, marvellous! And again a marvel, at lotus-bud Dropt from the brows of a Goddess unknown On the ivory steps of the golden throne, Virginal brows and luminous With the star-stream flowing therein for blood. Ah, but electric thrills the Host Of the esoteric Eucharist] The Pagan power of the corn and wine …
…Pallid, a mummy throned, she sits ; The Egyptian eyes, the Egyptian hair, The band on her brows, the slender hands, All hieroglyphs of a God’s commands Beyond the rimes that a poet knits With fruitless travail, sterile carei Marvellousl marvellous, marvellous! And again a marvel, at lotus-bud Dropt from the brows of a Goddess unknown On the ivory steps of the golden throne, Virginal brows and luminous With the star-stream flowing therein for blood. Ah, but electric thrills the Host Of the esoteric Eucharist] The Pagan power of the corn and wine …
KE@AAH A CONSTANCY I was discussing oysters with a crony: GOD sent to me the angels DIN and DONI. «A man of spunk,” they urged, ‘‘ would hardly choose To breakfast every day chez Lapérouse.”’ “No!” I replied, ‘She would not do so, BUT Think of his woe if Lapérouse were shut! ‘*T eat these oysters and I drink this wine Solely to drown this misery of mine. ‘*Vet the last height of consolation’s cold: Its pinnacle is—not to be consoled! ‘¢And though I sleep with Jane and Eleanor I feel no better than I did before, ** And Julian only fixes in my mi…
…s turned up with an illustrated manual of obstetrics. He could no longer doubt the facts. But his reaction was this: "Did the Omnipotent God whom he had been taught to worship devise so revolting and degrading a method of perpetuating the species? Then this God must be a devil, delighting in loathsomeness." To him the existence of God was disproved from that moment. He had, however, already some experience of an unseen world. As a little boy, having overheard some gossip among superstitious servants, he had gone into the back garden and invoked…
IMMORTALITY 107 So are their pains the duller. Llell Is managed infinitely well From the peculiar standpoint of A god who says that he is Love. X. That was the poet Crowley’s point. I think 4zs nose is out of joint; He bet on justice being done ; And here—it’s really rather fun !-— The unlucky devil devil-spurred Writes, climbs, does Yoga like a bird ; Just as he was before he ‘‘ died,” The ass is never satisfied. Ife has only been here forty days, And has already writ six plays, Made eight new passes, one new peak, Is bound to do two more this…
…. Tigers and croco diles follow him, thus linking this image with that of Harpocrates. Almost identical symbols are those of the secret God of the Templars, the bisexual Baphomet, and of Zeus Arrhenothelus, equally bisexual, the Father-Mother of All in One Person. (He is shown in this full form in the Tarot Trump XV, “The Devil.”) Now Zeus being lord of Air, we are reminded that aleph is the letter of Air. As Air we find the “Wandering Fool” pure wanton Breath, yet creative. Wind was supposed of old to impregnate the Vulture, which therefore w…
…hen foemen bade good cheer To foemen, grew one clear CLEAR, deep, and blue, the sky Concept, ideal, divine, Is silvered by the morn, Ofa god of light and laughter, of a god of And where the dewdrop’s eye Catches its brilliancy Strange lights and hues are horn: I have seen twelve colours hover on a single spray of thorn. There is a great grey tower! Cut clear against the deep ; In the sun’s wakening hour I think it has the power To touch the soul of sleep With its tender thought, and bid me to awake for joy—and weep. This night I am earlier. No …
…import is Made foolish when the struggle’s synthesis Leads to hot armistice, as dewy spheres Glow, and increase the fury that reveres No God, no heaven but its own hell’s bliss. So after desperate shifts of modesty We could no more; loosened and lax we lay Breathing and holding: then in amorous play She laughed and left her body’s love to me, And kissed one kiss holding the heart of May, And kissed again, and kissed our lives away. THE THIRTY-FIFTH DAY. ‘‘T cannot kiss, that is the humour of it, but adieu.” King Henry V. THE third time bitterly…
…longer the desire for vengeance. So far have I risen, but not far enough to forget that you are the most abominable villain that plagues God’s beautiful world with his infesting life. BRANDON [wth sudden calmness]. This to his father! What does the Bible say, you wretch ? PERCY [fo Vaughan}. I will go, my true new father. Kiss Esmé for me a hundred times ! BRANDON [suddenly breaking from the Footmen]. Damn you; that’s your game, is it? No, you go with me, Sir Poet. [Rushing at his son, strikes. Percy, warding off the unexpected blow, staggers. …
…or a lure! Shall human senses feel Or human tongue reveal ? Nay, shall the mortal know them and endure Whose little period Is limited by God ; Whose poor abode Is the mean body, prey to all distemperature ? Yet, mortal, in the Light and Way Divine, Gird on the armour of the Holy One: Seek out the secret of the inmost shrine, Strong in the might and spirit of the sun. Arise, arise, arise, Give passage to mine eyes, Ye airs, ye veils; ye bucklers of the Snake! I knew the deepest cells, Where the foul spirit dwells; Called to the dead, the drowsed…
Assuming into God the Church. But—oh! these nudes of Rodin! I Drag one more linnet from its perch That sang to us, and sang a lie. Did Rodin strip the clothes, and find A naked truth fast underneath ? Never! Where lurks the soul and mind ? What is the body but a sheath? Did he ply forceps, scalpel, saw, Tear all the grace of form apart, Intent to catch some final law Behind the engine of the heart? He tried not ; whoso has, has failed. So, did I pry beneath the robe, Till stubborn will availed, nor quailed, Intimate with the naked probe ? I kno…
THE EQUINOX To wish to be at the same time God and Devil is to absorb in one’s self the most absolute antinomy, the two most strained contrary forces; it is the wish to shut up in one’s self an infinite antagonism. It is to drink a poison which would extinguish the suns and consume the worlds. It is to put on the consuming robe of Deianira. It is to devote one’s self to the promptest and most terrible of all deaths. Woe to him who wishes to know too much! For if excessive and rash knowledge does not kill him it will make him mad. 1 An allusion …
THE EQUINOX To wish to be at the same time God and Devil is to absorb in one’s self the most absolute antinomy, the two most strained contrary forces; it is the wish to shut up in one’s self an infinite antagonism. It is to drink a poison which would extinguish the suns and consume the worlds. It is to put on the consuming robe of Deianira. It is to devote one’s self to the promptest and most terrible of all deaths. Woe to him who wishes to know too much! For if excessive and rash knowledge does not kill him it will make him mad. 1 An allusion …
…n. Had I not feared to move, I might Have hid my shame from such a night! Man is not worthy to intrude His soullessness on solitude; Yet God hath made it to befriend Pilgrims, that His peace may pend, A dove upon the dire and dark Waters that assail the ark, And lure their less love to His own. Life is a song, a speech, a groan, As may be; none of these have part In the silence of His heart. Lapsed in that unweanéd air, I awaited, unaware, What might fall. The silence wrapped Veil on veil about me, trapped By the siren Night, whose words