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… introduced Free Trade; And necessaries—woe is me !|— Are furnished to the damned soul free. Ill. God’s hell, Earth’s heaven, are not so far. Dinner brought oysters, caviar, ) Anchovies, truffles, curried rabbit (Bad for the apoplectic habit) While ancient brandy and champagne Washed down the dainties. Once again 1 Money-changer. Mexican dollars were long the sole currency on the Chinese coast. 101
…h’s hands. Ph. Is this the end of life ? Voice. Thy Life begins. Ph. Strange Voice, I hear thee, and obey. Perchance I have not lived so far. Perchance to-day, Like a spring-flower that slowly opens out Its willing petals to the tender dawn, My soul may open to the knowledge of A dawn of new thought that may lead—— Voice. To God. Ph. Hope hardly dared to name it ! 15
THE EQUINOX XV After long dreamless sleep I knew The tale that had fled my tongue, I found it far in the water blue, In the song by the skylark sung, In the melody slow of the waving corn, In the rushing of wind through the vines re-born, And wherever the water-lilies grew, And the green, green willows swung. XVI And still the lady of my dream As a light before me goes ; I see her in the sun’s last gleam, In the moonlight on the snows. Ah! chiefly then her song is sung, When the moon o’er the dark green woods is hung; She is born at midnight on…
THE EQUINOX XV After long dreamless sleep I knew The tale that had fled my tongue, I found it far in the water blue, In the song by the skylark sung, In the melody slow of the waving corn, In the rushing of wind through the vines re-born, And wherever the water-lilies grew, And the green, green willows swung. XVI And still the lady of my dream As a light before me goes ; I see her in the sun’s last gleam, In the moonlight on the snows. Ah! chiefly then her song is sung, When the moon o’er the dark green woods is hung; She is born at midnight on…
… “So grand a Beast must house him well ; Hence, now beseemeth me frequent Cathedral, palace, citadel.” So, riding fast among the flowers Far off, a Gothic spire he spies, That like a gladiator towers Its spear-sharp splendour to the skies. The people cluster round, acclaim : “Sir Knight, good knight, thy quest is won. Here dwells the Beast in orient flame, Spring-sweet, and swifter than the sun!” Sir Palamede the Saracen Spurs to the shrine, afire to win The end; and all the urgent men Throng with him eloquently in. Sir Palamede his vizor drops…
… “So grand a Beast must house him well ; Hence, now beseemeth me frequent Cathedral, palace, citadel.” So, riding fast among the flowers Far off, a Gothic spire he spies, That like a gladiator towers Its spear-sharp splendour to the skies. The people cluster round, acclaim : “Sir Knight, good knight, thy quest is won. Here dwells the Beast in orient flame, Spring-sweet, and swifter than the sun!” Sir Palamede the Saracen Spurs to the shrine, afire to win The end; and all the urgent men Throng with him eloquently in. Sir Palamede his vizor drops…
…merrie England’s summer sun Their shields and arms a-glittering glance And laugh upon the mossy mead. Now winds the horn of Palamede, As far upon the horizon He spies the Questing Beast a-feed. With loyal craft and honest guile They spread their ranks for many a mile. For when the Beast hath heard the horn He practiseth his ancient wile, And many a myriad beasts invade The stillness of that arméd glade. Now every knight to rest hath borne His lance, and given the accolade, And run upon a beast: but they Slip from the fatal point away And course…
… is a better love, exists Only because of these belowit : Mountains loom grander in the mists : The lover's foolish to the poet. I know. Far better strive and earn The rest you give me than remain Ever upon the heights that burn Sunward, and quite forget the plain. Beauteous and bodiless we are ; Rapture is our inheritance ; You shine, an everlasting star, I, the rough nebula: but whence, 67
… But what is this? A sword? I scorn a sword. I scorn a boy. Let none suppose me fearful! MEDEA. Give not back! MADNESS, It will be finer far to go away As those disdaining aught but their own love. MEDEA, Ay! let us leave these folk’s ingratitude; My husband! in thy love alone I rest. This splendour and this toil alike resume Our life from the long honeymoon of love We wish at heart. JASON. To Corinth! MEDEA. Creon bears The name of favourable to suppliants. ACASTUS. How virtue tames these tameless ones! To-day I am indeed a man. MEDEA. Thou br…
…eeks ; she bitterly began : ‘“*T will not yield to thee—a mortal man Alone shall know my love. No God shall come From his high place and far immortal home To bend my will by force. Freeborn, I live In freedom, and the love that maidens give To men I give to one, but thou, most high, (For woman’s wits through your deceptions Spy And know ye for Olympians) shalt know A maiden’s heart no lover may win so. Farewell, and find a fairer maid to love! Farewell!” But he: ‘‘ Through all the silent grove I sought thee sighing—for thy love would I Consent …
…ideous lust, a twiforked dart Even from the fatherly and healing hand— The double death without a counterpart In hell’s own deepest pit, far, far below Phlegethon’s flame and Styx’s stifling flow, Far below Tartarus, below the land Thrust lowest in the devilish vertigo. IfI could weep or slumber or forget! If love once left me, with his eyelids wet With tender memory of his own despair Or frozen to a statue of regret ! If but the chilling agony, that turns Yo bitter fever-heat that stings and burns Would freeze me, or destroy me, or impair My s…
… AN ADULTERY.” Almost the first remark that we made on laying down the MS. submitted for our judgment was that it is always doubtful how far a man is justified in stripping bare his soul for the public benefit. “ Shall I sonnet-sing you about myself?” asks Browning ; “ unlock my heart with a sonnet- key ?” And his answer is :— “ With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart,” once more ! Did Shakespeare ? If so, the less shakespeare he !” Very well ; but Browning himself went even farther, and permitted the posthumous publication of the act…
…e too strong to know Or care for that it takes its substance of— As if life’s burden were not drear enough Or death’s deliverance not so far and slow. Our bodies almost perish, with one thought Crowned and completed, consecrate and shrined : A perfect temple of fine amber wrought, Whose shrine’s the body and whose lamp the mind. The heart is priest and sacrifice in one ; And, where it sinned or sorrowed, shall atone. 87
… unmoving sea , without a sound , Faint hands will row you outward , out beyond our sight , Us with stretched arms and empty eyes on the far gleaming And marble sand . . . Beyond the shifting cold twilight , Further than laughter goes , or tears , further than dreaming ,
…salacious kisses and gently chew her gentle eyelids when she turned her mouth again to an even dearer object. Suddenly a shout was heard far off, and, rising up, Satan saw Adam returning with the spoil. He was now too near for him to escape. Eve with quick womans wit gathered her furs to her and squatting in front of the wood fire forced herself to appear nonchalant, while Satan gathered his coils together under her skirts. The fire blazed up as she tended it, and Adam joyfully saluted his mate with the patronizing air a man always thinks it p…
…ement and for the perversion of Mme. Blavatsky's original teachings. Crowley has slung the not very salubrious term "nigger" around with far too much carelessness. In one place he has used this word where Krishnamurti is concerned-which is a nasty piece of Anglo-Saxon assumption of superiority-and for the black people in this country. His racist prejudices are far too evident to leave one comfortable. Following the speech quoted from The Equinox, Vol. I, No. 10, there is an account of the legal proceedings in Chingleput, India, where J. Narayan…
…w, as a blind Fierce lion from his lair, Come forth! I invoke thee, O rain, look forth with thy countenance fair! THE RAIN From highland far drifted, From river-fed lawn, From clouds thunder-rifted, I leap as a fawn. The voice is uplifted, The lord of my dawn; My spirit is shifted, My love is withdrawn. I hear the sweet feet of my God ; I know him ; I fall In tears at his call. 4I
HOMAGE PRELIMINARY LIFE that is lost in dullard Dreams of the senses, gol Life, by the soul fair-coloured, Thy valiant trumpets blowI Far from the world where love is lust, And work is pain, and wealth is dust, Rise on the wings of love, and soar Το the sun’s self, the eternal shore Where flaming streamers soar and roll, Angels to guard its secret soul, The Garden where my love and I May walk to all eternity. Who dares to force the fiery gate May win our world inviolate. Children whose hearts are passionate; Maidens whose flesh is fair and fain, A…
HOMAGE PRELIMINARY LIFE that is lost in dullard Dreams of the senses, gol Life, by the soul fair-coloured, Thy valiant trumpets blowI Far from the world where love is lust, And work is pain, and wealth is dust, Rise on the wings of love, and soar Το the sun’s self, the eternal shore Where flaming streamers soar and roll, Angels to guard its secret soul, The Garden where my love and I May walk to all eternity. Who dares to force the fiery gate May win our world inviolate. Children whose hearts are passionate; Maidens whose flesh is fair and fain, A…
…ge of Bach. To play this is the principal weapon of your ceremony. In the course of your operation, you assume your astral body and rise far above the terrestrial atmosphere, while the music continues softly in the background. You open your eyes, and find that it is night . Dark clouds are on the horizon; but in the zenith is a crown of constellations. This light helps you, especially as your eyes become accustomed to the gloom, to take in your surroundings. It is a bleak and barren landscape. Terrific mountains rim the world . In the midst loo…