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…of thy transcendent Will, that is hidden within thee. For this, then, up, to arms! Win thine own Freedom for thyself! Strike hard! Ir OF LOVE Ir is written that “Love is the law, love under will.” Herein is an Arcanum concealed, for in the Greek Language AratiH, Love, isof the same numerical value as @EAHMA, Will. 107
…. HERE in the extreme west of all the earth This Vestal sate; and I from Cupid’s bow Loosed a fair shaft of verses shapen so As to fling love through the chaste girdle’s girth, And show my love how meek was my love’s birth, How innocent its being: thus arow Stood the mild lines, immaculate, to show My harmless passion and her own great worth. She could not be offended: and moreover— When at the nightfall I sought Heaven’s light, All my work grew unspotted, done aright ! The high Gods came above my head to hover, Because I worked with a diviner …
…amond and pearl, between the pleasant bars Of cool green trees that avenued the grove. Zeus wandered through their bounds, and dreamt of love. Weary of womens old lascivious breed, The large luxurious lips of Ganymede, He, weary of tainted kiss and feverish lust, Esteeming love a desert of dry dust Because he found no freshness, no restraint, No virgin bosom, lips without a taint Of lewd imagining, yet passed not by With scorn of curled lip and contempt of eye The chaste abandon of the sleeping maid, But looked upon her lips, checked course, a…
…re grown man: young men seek happiness. Is there one joy your soul hath never felt ? One pure sweet passion ? ULRIC. Sweet! you speak of love! You must have guessed I meant to question you, And smoothed the passage to my modesty. CORA, with bitter sorrow at her heart. You make me very glad. Yes, yes, indeed, , Love is my meaning. Does it shame me much To talk so openly of love to you ? But I am old enough to be—to be ULRIC. My wife! O Cora, I have loved you so! My heart is like a fountain of the sea. I burn, I tremble; in my veins there swims A…
The very limits of the law That hath no bounds: beheld the bliss Of that first wonder of the kiss In its true self: how very love Is God, and hath its substance of Pure light: and how love hath its cause Beyond religions, worlds, and laws ; Is in itself the first: and moves All evolution, and disproves God in affirming God: all this In that one rapture of the kiss I knew, and all creation’s pain Fell into nothing in my brain, As I, remaining man, involved All life’s true purpose, and dissolved The phantoms (of itself create) In a mysterious swe…
…ion of intelligence. We fall from that moment under the empire of force whose reactions always crush everything which is unbalanced. The love of evil and the formal adhesion of the will to injustice are the last efforts of the expiring will. Man, what- ever he may do, is more than a brute, and he cannot abandon himself like a brute to fatality. He must choose. He must love. The desperate soul that thinks itself in love with death is still more alive than a soul without love. Activity for evil can and should lead back a man to good, by counter- …
…ion of intelligence. We fall from that moment under the empire of force whose reactions always crush everything which is unbalanced. The love of evil and the formal adhesion of the will to injustice are the last efforts of the expiring will. Man, what- ever he may do, is more than a brute, and he cannot abandon himself like a brute to fatality. He must choose. He must love. The desperate soul that thinks itself in love with death is still more alive than a soul without love. Activity for evil can and should lead back a man to good, by counter- …
74 THE STAR IN THE WEST With love more perfect, for its purple root Might blossom outward to the snowy fruit Whose bloom to - night lay sleeping on her breast .' True love , the love of self in the soul of another , the poet paints very beautifully in the following charming lines : Do you recall ? Could I forget ? How once the full moon shone above , Over the houses , and we let Loose rein upon the steeds of love ? How kisses fled to kisses , rain Of fiery dew upon the soul Kindled , till ecstasy was pain ; Desire , delight : and swift control …
LIBER ALEPH VEL CXI 198 Zo De Ludo Amoris (Of the Game of Love) N this Mystery of the Restraint of Art is also the Secret of Illusion. Why, sayest thou, hath not Our Lady Nuith her Will of Her Lord Hadith, and He of Her, and so all ended? But this is the Play of Her Love, that She veileth Her Beauty in the Robe of Illusion many- coloured, and evadeth Him in Sport, yea, and divorceth Him from the Embrace, weaving new Modesties and allurements in Her Dance. Now, o my Son, the full Comprehension of this Arcanum is the Fruit of Contemplation, if th…
13 O living Rose ! O dowered with subtle dew Of love. The tiny eternities of time, Caught between flying seconds, are well filled With these futilities of fragrant rhyme : In Loves retort distilled, In sunrays of fierce loathing purified, In moonrays of pure longing tried, And gathered after many moons of labour Into the compass of a single day : And wrought into continuous tune, One laughter with one langour for its neighbor, One thought of winter with one word of June, Muddled and mixed in mere dismay, Chiselled with the cunning chisel o…
…nk at first sight) deepen the gulfs which separate mind from mind, but on the contrary put us in a position to ignore them. Our acts of "love under will," which express our devotion to Nuit, which multiply the fulfilments of our possibilities, become continually more efficacious, and more closely bound up with our Formula of Initiation; and we progressively become aware of deeper and vaster Images of the of-alI-Truth class, which reconcile, by including within themselves, all apparent antimonies. It is certain without error that I ought to go t…
LIBER SECUNDUS VEL AMORIS 173 Nothing but love : in vain my thoughts evoke That light amidst the deadly night and smoke Of this dread hour: there’s nothing serves nor skills Here, since that hateful ‘‘ I” of me awoke, Making ime separate from the wings of life, Nothing avails me of the cruel strife With my own being : hideous sorrow fills My heart—O misery ! my wife! my wife! Stay ! if I cannot be the Absolute, Let me be man! discard the wailing lute And wake the lyre: the mightier than me Drag up the courage in me to dispute The battle with de…
…is for All I will here add one further pillar to my temple. It happens only too often that two people, absolutely fitted in every way to love each other, are totally debarred from expressing themselves by sheer ignorance of the technique of the act. What Nature declares as the climax of the Mass, the manifestation of God in the flesh, when the flesh is begotten, is so gross, clumsy and brutal that it disappoints and disgusts. They are horribly conscious that something is wrong. They do not know how to amend it. They are ashamed to discuss it. T…
O fearful firstling dove ! My dawn and spring of love, Love’s light and lure ! Look (as I bend above) Through bright lids filled thereof Perfect and pure, Thy bloom of maidenhood. I could not : if I could, I would not : being good, Also endure ! Cruel, to tear or mar The chaliced nenuphar ; Cruel to press The rosebud ; cruel to scar Or stain the flower-star With mad caress. But crueller to destroy The leaping life and joy Born in a careless boy From lone distress. 37
Iolo Aneurin Williams. LOVE DEMONIAC . ( A Grotesque.) FIRST a vague walking through the half-dark wood, 1 An aimless feeling in the torpid blood ; A white blur growing through the black pine trees ; A gasp staccato , trembling in the knees, At more distinction of the coming face ; A cry to send the darkness round the place Reeling - " Ah shining lamp ” . . . “ Ah fellow flame, There was great darkness here until this came , This splendid rush of love demoniac .” And then - a sudden shiver down the back . 211
… each dawn was new, And every sunset was a scarlet flame, And noon was glorious in gold and blue. So now I care not for my mystic shame; Love brings no fears, and life gives nought to rue, So I may sing unto the love and fame Of you. 131
… each dawn was new, And every sunset was a scarlet flame, And noon was glorious in gold and blue. So now I care not for my mystic shame; Love brings no fears, and life gives nought to rue, So I may sing unto the love and fame Of you. 131
…vants; but as to the method of transmission his water was drawn from Wells (H.G.). After that-you will agree that I have written enough. Love is the law, love under will. Fraternally, 666
But me ! I burn with love ! My lips are wan ! Thy face is turned— I flame ! I melt ! I fall ! My heart is chilled and dark ; My soul's ethereal spark Is dulled for sorrow ; my despairs recall At last Thy name, O gracious Paphian, Lady of Mercy to the love of man ! Come, come, immortal, of the many thrones ! Sparrows and doves in chariot diamonded Drawn through the midmost air ! O Lady of despair, Who bound the golden helmet of Thy head ? Whose voice rings out the pitiful low tones : "Who, who hath wronged thee? And my power atones. " She who no…
…e for me one wreath? Were I now dead and free to travel far Whither I will, ah me! Not whither I must—were there no avatar Drawn like my love from some close kindred star? No shape seen on the sea? Were I now free of this intense desire, By swift magician power I might fly westward shod with wings of fire And find my love, and in her arms expire, Or wed her for an hour. (Not for an hour as man, but even as God Whose day is like an zon. _Love hath nor station, stage, nor period : But is at once in his inane abode Beneath the spring Dircean.) 119