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Page 43 of 1281910 · PDF PAGE 119
…ith one virgin thought, as strong as summer, and as still. Ah hold ! my body breaks away maugre your weakling struggles. Hold ! Nay ! my soul faints ; the stinging spray lures like his kisses did of old. Free ! Now stand back ! How good it ishow good it is to be alive ! How good to swim for the first kiss ! How good to dip oneself and dive ! Gods ! Let him get me wholly now naked and radiant as the moon Clambering on his plunging prow those nights of June those nights of June !
1910 · PDF PAGE 93
… what barbaric seas Ringing the icy North Thus suddenly sprung forth Come ye to mar mine — ease ? For I was nigh at peace With the great soul of things. IST SATYR Hail, king of Kings ! It is our Master’s will That thou partake Of — this ! So do the goat and snake Dance on the pavement of sapphire To the sound of the wind-haunted lyre. And the light of a lewd understanding Shines in them, and they lick their lips, and spill Slaver of the stars ! Hail, king ! With Him fulfil The sacrament of earth Imperiously commanding That leaps again to birth …
1913 · PDF PAGE 130
…. The poetical epilogue is beautiful and con- tenting.” —Litevary Guide. **Mr. Crowley has always been, in my opinion, a good poet; his ‘Soul of Osiris,’ written during an Egyptian mood, was better poetry than his Browningesque rhapsody in a Buddhistic mood; but this also, though very affected, is very interest- ing. But the main fact about it is, that it is the expression of a man who has really found Buddhism more satisfactory than Christianity. “Mr. Crowley begins his poem, I believe, with an earnest intention to explain the beauty of the Bu…
1898 · PDF PAGE 118
No chords for my memory bring ; Those lips like a soul that are clinging most silently cling. Take though for these verses, though time be So sure and so swift for thy feet, Though far from this England thy clime be In years that sway slow as the wheat, Take thought, for an hour let my rhyme be not wholly unsweet. For truth and desire and devotion May lend through the verses a voice, They tremble with violent motion, They yearn to be fair for thy choice As billows and winds of the ocean that roar and rejoice. For winds that are shaken and riven…
1899 · PDF PAGE 163
… is a leathern sheath, Myself the sun-bright sword ! I have no fear, nor doubt, nor sorrow now, For I give Self to God—I give my best Of soul and blood and brain To my poor Art—there comes to me somehow This fact: Man’s work is God made manifest; Life is all Peace again. And Dreams are beyond life. Their wider scope, Limitless Empire o’er the world of thought, Help my desires to press Beyond all stars toward God and Heaven and Hope; And in the world-amazing chase is wrought Somehow—all Happiness.
1903 · PDF PAGE 78
…ed His language in his tears.” K. Hen. VIII My comedy has changed its blithe aspect To bitterest face of tragedy ; she said : “ Alas ! O soul of mine ! I am surely dead, Seeing my life is by a serpent wrecked Of sore disease : but spare me, and reflect That in few months I die : but were I wed— O lover ! O desire discomfited ! I die at once : consider, and elect.” How could I otherwise than spare my wife ? With tender lips and fingers one strong kiss Swooned slave-wise even before the gate of bliss, No more : for I rose up and cursed my life, H…
1904 · PDF PAGE 25
…s dumb, it Is torn by this passion. Down ! Eagle-fashion Drive to the level ! Teeth ! you may gnash on ! My body’s anguish Is help to my soul. Hail to the revel ! The dance of the devil, The rhythms that languish, The rhymes that roll ! Down like the swine Of the gross Gadarene In a maddening march From the snow to the rock, From the rock to the pine, From the pine to the larch, From the tree to the green ! He leaps down, then pauses. O Devil ! to mock With echo the roar Of a young boy’s spirit !
1910 · PDF PAGE 140
… And utterly corrupt is she That was the queen-flower unexampled In gardens goodlier than Arcady. O Thou ! whose body was my lyre, whose soul Lay on my mouth like a live coal ! This time thou hearest not my song ; thine ears Are stopped with worse than death ; And all this wasted breath Of minethose songs of six most memorable years Of ecstasy and agonymay not attain To charm thy being into love again. . . .
1907 · PDF PAGE 25
… victor sight. Then, and then only, That. Sweet hours Of trivial passion deep as death, Ye are past: I'face the solemn powers Of sex and soul, of brain and breath. For you I lift the veil: discover The actual, for I was your lover. What should such word imply? I showed Late, in the earlier dithyramb. But—in yon stone there lurks a toad !— The Quarter bleats no palinode ; Goat it may be, no woolly lamb. Arithmetic assuage your wrath Should Cambridge wit write quarter ‘‘ fourth” ! What said the unctuous slime of art, Scrapings of beauty’s palette…
1907 · PDF PAGE 185
LIBER TERTIUS VEL LABORIS 179 O place of all places discrowned ! Of Hecate darkens. My sad soul hearkens ; Moves fearfully on :- ing, I linger awhile ! But fronting me tearful, Me full of lament, Shoots up the fearful Den of the hound. Ages they spent, Gods, in the graving That cavern profound, That temple of hate, Of horror and craving :— O who shall abate The moaning, the raving? Dark the dull flame Of the altar, the flood Of the black lamb’s blood ! But who shall proclaim That his soul can descry The depth of that cavern immense where the gu…
1929 · PDF PAGE 44
…nce be- tween their barbarous rites and those of Christianity. However that might be, I was baffled. The priests refused to pray for the soul of a heretic. I hurried back to the house, resumed my vigil. There was no change, except a deepening of the fear, an in- tensification of the loneliness, a more utter absorption in the shame. I could but hope that in the ultimate stagna- tion of all vital forces, death would become final, hell merged into annihilation. This started a train of thought which ended in a de- termination to hasten the process.…
1901 · PDF PAGE 14
xi PROLOGUE Lord of the Gods! O Thou, the King of Kings! To me a sinner, me, Lowest of all that be, Be merciful, O Master Soul of things! Show me thy face of ruth, And in thy way of truth, Guide my weak youth, That stumbles while it walks, makes discord when it sings! So, Mighty Mother! Pure, Eternal Spouse, Isis, thou Star, thou Moon, thou Mightiest, Lead my weak steps to thine Eternal House! Rest my vain head on thine Eternal Breast! Spread wide the wings divine Over this shadowy shrine, Where in my heart their hovering lendeth Light! Bend do…
1901 · PDF PAGE 28
16 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. “ THE SONNET.” I. HE solemn hour, and the magnetic swoon Of midnight in a poet’s lonely hall ! Grave spirits answer (angels if he call) The invocations of his lofty tune. Thus in his measures nature craves the boon To be reflected ; and his rhymes appal Or charm mankind as tides that flow or fall, Waxes or wanes the tempestival moon. Her course is measured in the sonnet’s tether, Waxes the eight-fold ecstasy ; exceeds The minor sestet, where some passion bleeds Or truth discourses : or eclipse may end, Proof against thoug…
1901 · PDF PAGE 68
56 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. TO LAURA. ISTRESS, I pray thee, when the wind Exults upon the roaring sea, Come to my bosom, kissed and kind, And sleep upon the lips of me. Dream on my breast of quiet days, Kindled of slow absorbing fire. Sleep, while I ponder on the ways And secret paths of my desire. Dream, while my restless brain probes deep The mysteries of its magic power, The secrets of forgotten sleep, The birth of knowledge as a flower. Slow and divine thy gentle breath Woos my warm throat : my spirit flies Beyond the iron walls of death, And se…
1901 · PDF PAGE 117
…wering flame than nods, Kissing the brows that bend, Uniting all earth’s periods To one exalted end. Still on the mystic Tree of Life My soul is crucified ; Still strikes the sacrificial knife Where lurks some serpent-eyed Fear, passion, or man’s deadly wife Desire, the suicide ! Before me dwells the Holy One Anointed Beauty’s 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 ocean’s wrath ; Upon my left the fiery …
1901 · PDF PAGE 124
112 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. THE ROSICRUCIAN. À SA MAJESTÉ JACQUES IV D’ÉCOSSE. 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, godhead’s master-stroke, And breaking of the wands of ill. No man hath seen beneath my brows Eternity’s exultant house. No man hath noted in my brain The knowledge of my mystic spouse. I watch the centur…
1904 · PDF PAGE 66
…n.) SCENE X Paris. Night. SIR PERCY and ANGELA in bed, the latter asleep. SIR PERCY. O Rose of dawn ! O star of evening ! O glory of the soul of light ! Let my bright spirit speed on urgent wing ! Let me be silent, and my silence sing Throughout the idle, the luxurious night ! How soft she breathes ! How tender Her eyes beam down on me ! How slender
1910 · PDF PAGE 130
…eep ascent to God, to God ! Lo, what unnamed, unnameable Sphere hangs above inscrutable ? There is no virtue in thy kiss To affront that soul-less swart abyss. I match, &c. DAATH I am insane. My reason tumbles ; The tower of my being crumbles. Here all is doubt, distress, despair : There is no force in strength or prayer If pass I may, it is by might Of the momentum of my flight. I match, &c. GIMEL (and the crossing of Daleth) Free from that curse, loosed from that prison ; From all that ruin am I risen ! Pure still, the virgin moon beguiles My…
1910 · PDF PAGE 151
…LE AND THE POINT THE CIRCLE I AM the Holy Queen of Heaven ! Eternal matter is my name. The veiléd star, the crowned eleven. These are my soul, as thou my flame, O wingéd globe of serpents twined, O sun of glory in my skies ! O subtle spirit of my mind ! O ardent rapture of mine eyes ! Thou secret centre, motion, rest : Come to my breast ! Come to my breast ! THE POINT I am the Lord of Heaven, and I Am secretly arrayed and robed In all the azure abyss of sky By serpents wingéd, wound and globed. Thou art the Infinite of space, Thou the blue-lid…
1922 · PDF PAGE 5
…ve must lie beneath thy bitter ban! Thou petty, envious God! My King, be sure His brute force shall not to the end endure; Some stronger soul than thine shall wrest his crown And thrust him from his own high heaven down To some obscure forgetful hell. For me Forsake thy hopes in him. We worship, we, Rather the dear delights we know and hold; The first cool kiss, within the water cold That draws its music from some bubbling well, Looks long, looks deadly, looks desirable, ‘The touch that fires, the next kiss, and the whole Body embracing, symbol…