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…dfast as a sword Live in the lambent heart of Mary. II Behold us, how we strive to good And evil catches us and sways us, How from child-life and maidenhood Time creeps and springs on us and slays us ! III But all our feebleness in Thee Is firm, in Thee our ways are steady. Equal for bliss or agony Thou callest us—and we are ready. B 77
…in thy woods that range, And all the vampires in their boughs that glow, Brooding on blood-thirst—these are not so strange And fierce as life’s unfailing shower. These die, Yet time rebears them through eternity. 99
…te his True Orbit in eternity. The first method is to learn to think backwards till he acquires the power of recalling the events of his life in reverse chronological order. The idea is to get back beyond one's birth to one's previous death, and so on for many lives. It should then be easy to understand the general object of one's existence. The second (easier and surer) method is to consider every event in one's past, determine the influence which each has had upon one's life, and by synthesizing these forces, calculate their resultant; that i…
…the chained ones shall tremble and flee ! Gleam in the skies of the dusk, for the Light of the Dawn is in me! Light on the forehead, and life in the nostrils,: and love in the breast, Shine, O thou Star of the Dawning, thou Sun of the Radiant Crest ! Shine, O shine! Flame through the sky im the. strength of the chariot-wheels of the Sun ! Flame, ye young fingers of light, on the West of the morning that run! Flame, O thou Meteor Car, for my fire is exalted in thee ! Lighten the darkness and herald the day- light, and waken the sea! Flame, O fla…
THE EQUINOX the sweet process of life is at work in every cell and particle of the dead. Truly, there is no such thing as death. Lips grown tired of speech, and outhonied of the honey of all kisses fade and whisper away into something else. The crude utterances of human language fail them, and they win instead the subtle perfumed conversation of flowers and vegetation. Thus their dust comes to lie about a rose-root, and with the lovely chemistry of earth they tremble back to the surface once more as crinkled and crimson perfume, or a frail flut…
THE EQUINOX the sweet process of life is at work in every cell and particle of the dead. Truly, there is no such thing as death. Lips grown tired of speech, and outhonied of the honey of all kisses fade and whisper away into something else. The crude utterances of human language fail them, and they win instead the subtle perfumed conversation of flowers and vegetation. Thus their dust comes to lie about a rose-root, and with the lovely chemistry of earth they tremble back to the surface once more as crinkled and crimson perfume, or a frail flut…
…y virtue of him whose name is one, whose spirit is one, whose individuum is one, and whose permutation is one; whose light is one, whose life is one, whose love is one. For though thou art joined to the inmost mystery of the heaven, thou must accomplish the sevenfold task of the earth, even as thou sawest the Angels from the greatest unto the least. And of all this shalt thou take back with thee but a little part, for the sense shall be darkened, and the shrine re-veiled. Yet know this for thy reproof, and for the stirring up of dis- content in…
…ory in the consciousness of the aspirant. Yea, verily, let your Will to Love burn eagerly toward this creation in yourselves of the true Life that rolls its waves across the shoreless sea of Time! Live not your petty lives in fear of the hours! The Moon and Sun and Stars by which ye measure Time are themselves but servants of that Life which pulses in you, joyous drum-beat as you march trium- 118
…int of yours tails off-and perks up in so doing-with confession of Ambition, and considerations of what you must leave over to your next life. Very right! but all that is covered by your general programme. It is proper to assimilate these ideas with the fundamental structure of your mind: "Perhaps I had better leave 'The Life and opinion of Battling Bill, the Ballarat Bruiser' till, shall we say, six incarnations ahead" - But perhaps you have acquired that already. No, better still, concentrate on the Next Step! After all, it is the only one yo…
…ds : The cafés spread their awning - leaves above An early crop of pert habitués ; The teeming boulevard Alickers and sways With snap of life grown tenser ; half - beasts rove About the sky : even your coldness thaws To eagerness beneath the hot sun 's laws . 20
KE®AAH TIT THE BLIND PIG‘! Many becomes two: two one: one Naught. What comes to Naught? What! shall the Adept give up his hermit life, and go eating and drinking and making merry? Ay! shall he not do so? he knows that the Many is Naught; and having Naught, en- joys that Naught even in the enjoyment of the Many. For when Naught becomes Absolute Naught, it becomes again the Many. And this Many and this Naught are identical ; they are not correlatives or phases of some one deeper Absence-of-Idea; they are not aspects of some further Light: they ar…
…ng Arahat? iii. 8 Substantial, stern, and strong, iii. 182 Surely, my God, now I am left alone, i. 78 Surely the secret whisper of sweet life, iii. 113 Sweet are the swift hard struggles, ii. 79 Sweet, do you scold? I had rather have you scold, iii. 62 Sweet, sweet are May and June, dear, i. 230 Swift and subtle and thin are the arrows of.Art, ili, 112 Syrinxis caught upon the Arcadian field,iii. 119 TAKE Oscar Eckenstein—he climbs, ii. 210 Tender the phrase, and faint the melody, i. 249 Tender the smile, and faint the lover's sigh, i, 249 Terr…
THE EQUINOX One understands instantly that one is actually present at these scenes of Shelley’s life. The atmosphere of the first four lustres of the rth century, with its affecta- tions and prejudices, is the breath of our lungs as we read. Shelley is screamingly ridiculous, Principal Harlequin in a mad domestic pantomime: and here is the miracle, that Alexander Harvey can show us this insane revel of dolts, and bums, and prigs, and dowdies, and with a single touch he can “life’s leaden metal into gold transmute.” The sublime appears phantasti…
…f the fast fragrant blood of both of us Into the awful link that knits us close With chain electric ! O have mercy yet In drawing out my life in this desire To consummate this moment all the gross Lusts of to-night, and pay the sudden dept That with strong water shall put out our fire !
…g ecstasy ! I am like to die with joy of everything. ANGELA. Die, then, and kiss me dead ! SIR PERCY. I die ! I die ! ANGELA. Thy flower-life is shed Into eternity, A waveless lake.
…iated naught by death. His tears, His thoughts, these strike nor stay her not, be sure! She is Madness, and a fury; though were gone All life to war, she would scream on—scream on. 50
…ubtle star-sparks of spirit chastity’s? - These deep-set shiverings saint nor sage discerns ? Laughter and love are over him, entice His life to sweeter scent of sacrifice. She knows God’s will, not he! Her ardour licks Flowers from the dust. O fool! that, heavy of breath, Dost rot in worship at the shrine of death! O mystic rapture of the crucifix! 08
…s, And trod upon the laidly worm. II In calm and storm, in peace and strife, There is a lull ; be ours to scale Therein the pinnacles of life By greeting Thee with Mary hail ! III Some of us conquer and succeed ; Some in the battle flinch and fail : Thou art enough for either need :— All greet Thee with the glad “ All hail ” ! Amen. B 31
162 THE WILD ASS Wakes the lost life. I see him dress The godhead. Up he bounds and brays : The wild ass of the wilderness, The soul that sees, the soul that slays ! Inhabit the untrodden ways, Set ! Thou my god and I thy priest, Thy temple hidden in the haze Of deserts death to god or beast ! Thou who art both shalt foin and feast With me who am both, thy hates co-heir, Lord of the West and of the East The scorpions hole, the lions lair ! I kissed his mouthsublime despair ! Our souls were one ; our bodies met Yea ! darkness cover everyw…
…e lost, who wait through endless night, And wait in vain, to see the light. For I am utterly consumed In thee, in thee am broken up. The life upon my lips that bloomed Is crushed into a deadly cup, Whose devilish spirit squats and gloats Upon the thirst that rots our throats. Gape wide, O hideous mouth, and suck This heart’s blood, drain it down, expunge This sweltering life of mire and muck ! Squeeze out my passions as a sponge, Till nought is left of terrene wine But somewhat deathless and divine ! Not by a faint and fairy tale We shadow fort…