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…l ; Arise and shine ! the clouds of earth are breaking ! The clouds are parted : yes ! And there above I bathe in ether and self-shining light ; My soul is filled with the eternal love ; I am the brother of the Day and Night. I AM ! my spirit, and perhaps my mind ! But O my heart ! I left thy love behind ! W
…mlet. I was so hopeless that I turned away And gave my love to foul oblivion, Shuttered my bosom’s window from the sun, Kindled a corpse-light and proclaimed “ The day ! ”; Lurked in Aeaean fens to elude the ray Whose beauty might disturb me : I did shun The onyx eyes that saw me not as one Possible even for a moment’s play. Thus I was tangled in some house of hell, Giving mine own soul’s beauty up to lust, Hoping to build some fort impregnable Against my love : instead the deep disgust Of my own beasthood crushed it into dust, And left my manh…
…e into my room to-night. So ? I was acquiescent, sharp despair And nervous purpose mixing in me there The while I waited : then I glided light (Clad in the swart robe of an eremite) Across the passage and, all unaware My kisses underneath the veil of vair Woke her : she turned and sighed and held me tight. Her child slept gently on the farther side. But we took danger by the throat, despised All but the one sole splendour that we prized ; And she, whose robe was far too slight to hide The babe-smooth breasts, was far to frail to cover Her heart…
ODE TO VENUS CALLIPYGE WHERE was light when the body came Out of the womb of a perished prayer ? Where was life when the sultry air, Hot with the lust of night and shame, Brooded on dust, when thy shoulders bare Shone on the sea with a sudden flame Into all Time to abundant fame ? Daughter of Lust by the foam of the sea ! Mother of flame ! Sister of shame ! Tiger that Sin nor her son cannot tame ! Worship to thee ! Glory to thee ! Venus Callipyge, mother of me. Fruitless foam of a sterile sea, Wanton waves of a vain desire, Maddening billows fl…
200 THE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST Too light for fairy fingers to have woven, oo strong for mere archangels to have cloven With adamantine blades from the armoury Of the amazing forges of the sea: The folk that follow with undaunted mien The utmost beauty that their eyes have seen— O patient sufferers! yet your storm-scarred brows Burn with the star of majesty : your vows Have given you the wisdom and the power To weld eternities within one hour, To bind and braid the North wind’s serpent hair, And track the East wind to his mighty lair Even in t…
…lay Its forehead on the sea, and pray Some idle prayer to sunset, or the storm ! Yea! as a cloud in worship-trance Swoons in invisible delight, Let slave and king, let death and dance Shake off their forms, and clothe their light In shrouds of sepulchre, the starless night ! Let song and cry leave tune and tone, Perish uncried and die unsung! Nature, the monotonic moan Roared by the river, thunder alone:— The Hoang-Ho, its note, the monstrous Kung! 64
…O’erturn the dark forbidden draught! Give me the taste, the taste unclean Of human flesh and blood that mean Some infinite horror to the light that laughed ! So let the scent of lily and rose, Of jasmine, taggara, pass away! Let patchouli, patchouli, repose My nostrils with your odour gray, Dead darlings exquisite in your decay! So, silk and velvet, fur and skin, Your sensuous touch shall quit me quite: I am at swiving strain with sin— I'll touch the stars, the blood run thin From the torn breast of Night, my mother Night. 65 F
…t-borne shades Darken the grove ! There is no moon to-night The foul red star blots out the stars. So, Pan, thy love That brooks not any light Shall brand its shameful scars Even on this flesh — this royal flesh shall serve For the brute lust whose nerve Shall eat up blindness in me, and discover The mind of Pan, maker of all, In all — his lover.
… January, '97. I FEEL thee shudder, clinging to my arm, Before the battlements of the salt sea, Black billows tipped with phosphorescent light, Towering from where we stand to yonder shore That is no earthly shore, but guards the coast Of that which is from that which is to be ; Wherefore it kindles no evasive fire Nor blazes through the night, but lies for- gotten Gray in the twilight ; never a star is out 1 This satirical title is from Proverbs vii. 25. A poet's nature is to refine to purest gold even the sordidest of dross. To light the broa…
… as masters always live; but let it not be self-indulgence; make your self-indulgence your religion. When you drink and dance and take delight, you are not being “immoral,” you are not “risking your immortal soul”; you are fulfilling the precepts of our holy religion—provided only that you remember to regard your actions in this light. Do not lower yourself and destroy and cheapen your pleasure by leaving out the supreme joy, the consciousness of “The Peace that passeth under- standing.” Do not embrace mere Marian or Melusine; she is Nuit Herse…
…lly, let him, advancing to the square of Kether, banish that also by what means he may. At the end whereof let him set his foot upon the light, extinguishing it1 ; and, as he falleth, let him falJ within the circle. SECOND METHOD 1. Let the Hermit be seated in his Asana, robed, and let him meditate in turn upon every several part of his body until that part is so unreal to him that he no longer includes it in his compréhension of himself. For example if it be his right foot, let him touch that foot, and be alarmed, thinking, “A foot!... foot! W…
…the blood throughout their web grows icy cold ? To thy red centre are my eyes held fast and fervent, as at night Some sad miasma lends a light of strange and silent blasphemies
…aw the mighty vision as before Forming in front of the awakening east, All permeated with the rose of dawn, And pale with delicate green light and shade, 50
…rnace of tremulous blue; We stood on the mystical brink Of the day as it sprang to us through The veil of the night, And the babe of the light Was begotten in the caves of the dew. My lover and I were awake When the noise of the dawn in our ears Burst out like a storm or a snake Or the rush of the Badawi spears. Dawn of desire! But thy kiss was as fire To thy lovers and princes and peers. 52
ICARE' CARUS cries: “My love is robed in light And splendour of the summits of the sun. Wing, O my soul, thy plumed caparison Through ninety million miles of space beyond sight! Utmost imagination’s eagle-flight Out-soar!” But he, by his own force undone, His peacock pinions molten one by one, Falls to black earth through the impassive night. Lo! from uprushing earth arises love Ardent and secret, scented with the night, Amorous, ready. Sing the awakening bliss That catches him, from the inane above Hurled—nay, drawn down! What uttermost deligh…
…h how rich and rare Seemed the soft sunshine woven in my hair! How keen the music of my body’s song ! How white the blossom of my body’s light ! How red the lips, how languorous the eyes, How made for pleasure, for the sleepy sighs Softer than sleep; amorous dew-dreams of night That draw out night in kisses to the day ! So was I to my seeming as I lay. That soft smooth-moving ocean of the west Under the palm and cactus as it rolled, Immortal blue, fixed with immortal gold, Moving in rapture with my sleeping breast ! The young delicious green, t…
…ir of the morning And the lusty bright limbs of the day Race far through the west for a warning Of mght that is evil and gray ; When the light by the southward is dwindled, And the clouds as for sleep are unfurled, The moon in the east is rekindled, The hope of the passionate world. The stars for a token of glory Flash fire in the eyes of the night, And the holy immaculate story Of Heaven is flushed into light. For the night has a whisper to wake us, And the sunset a blossom to kiss, And the silences secretly take us To the well of the water th…
…us essay "A Plea for Better Morals". But I anticipate. Clouds without Water came four years later. I am still sitting sleepily in the twilight in Europe; after my day's labour three years long in the blazing sun of the great world. I spent many of my evenings at a little restaurant called the Chat blanc in the rue d'Odessa, where was "an upper room furnished" and consecrated informally to a sort of international clique of writer, painters, sculptors, students and their friends. It has been described with accurate vigour in the introduction to S…
321 part from S. W. Use her! (Here S. W. appears, with an evil look. She glitters, like a jewelled serpent.) Strange bands of light scintillate between her and Aiwass. A. now takes wand again; still feels enmity on spiritual planes. Aiwass banished; S. W. has disappeared. A. now tries to speak to A.'.. He wants G. R.; does not mind whether S. W. is with me or not; but I should use Brahmacharya (? if with her, or anyhow), I shall be guided as things turn up, as to the truth or falsehood of Aiwass, who is not to be altogether distrusted. (I think…
…d through the far Vault of the sky, and, as a lamp extinct With blood-red tinct, Went out. So lonely in mysterious night A wild, strange light Flickers around the sacred head of man, And bids him scan The scroll of heaven, and see if there be not, Black with no blot Of cloud, but golden lettered on the blue That mothers dew, This message of good hope, good trust, good fate And good estate : Work on, hope ever, let your faith be built Of gold ungilt ; Your love exceed the starry vault for height, The heaven for might ; 100