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…om the expectant East, the Evening Star, And all the threads of sorrow are unspun. So He who ordered this shall still work thus, And ere life’s lamp shall flicker into death, And Time lose all his empire over us, A gleam of Hope, of Knowledge, shall arise, A star to silver o’er Death’s glooming skies, And gladden the last labouring torch of breath.
…he sole detested fear That can annul our conquests, and arouse Our rapt dream-kisses. Tannhauser. That is my intent. It is the spiritual life of things I seek —Thou knowest ! Venus. Oh, I did not mean ! Remember my dilemma! Hear me speak The story of her. She is a wicked witch That seeketh to delude thy sleepy sense In vicious purpose and malignant hope To ape my Godhead. {Thunder. Tannhauser. Thunder rolls again. I am uneasy. 46
…’s Banks HBs, and He wry and Bine maecafe. Ay tWo pitched fields He Sprian fords Heed Brofey from our (tation (Words. Ap me! Wut Hat Was life! G (ee Mow, feom Hat Gilk, He ordewd plain; The ferried ranks Cie foam flunc free, Zong SioWs, flalhmg on the main Pafe tHe oy’s grip their aions rol— Anguifh of wath upon mp foul! 3
…, fallen lax in mid-caress, there enter a Philosopher Heracleitus and his Disciple Chrysippus. HERACLEITUS Look, my darling, and confess Life one flame of loveliness ! CHRYSIPPUS Master ! Master ! How fairy fond Is yonder maid like a lily-frond !
… my lips; I have drained Her beauty of its sustenance; I have abased Her be- fore me, I have mastered Her, I have possessed Her, and Her life is within me. In Her blood I inscribe the secret riddles of the Sphinx of the Gods, that none shall understand,—save only the pure and voluptuous, the chaste and obscene, the androgyne and the gynander that have passed beyond the bars of the prison that the old Slime of Khem set up in the Gates of Amennti. 45. O my adorable, my delicious one, all night will I pour out the libation on Thine altars; all nig…
…ble and sensible, of whom this earth is but a frozen spark turning about thee with annual and diurnal motion, source of light, source of life, source of liberty, let thy perpetual radiance hearten us to con- tinual labour and enjoyment ; so that as we are constant partakers of thy bounty we may in our particular orbit give out light and life, sustenance and joy to them that revolve about us without diminution of substance or effulgence for ever.” The words were full of the deepest religious feeling and vibrated with a mysterious exultation, and…
…tly bars of song, that bear Bright children of love debonair, And laughter lightly comes, and reaves The garland from our sorrow’s brow, Life rises up, is girt with song, Joy fills the cup, that flashes clear. The year may fade in whispers now, Shadow and silence now may throng The seasons—we are happy here. Autumn is on us as we lie In creamy clouds of latticed light That hint at darkness, but descry
…shaken yet By storm and sun ; She will remain, when years forget That fierier one. A race of clean strong men shall spring From her pure life. Men shall be happy; bards shall sing The English wife. And thou, forget thou that my mouth ‘Has ever clung | To flame of hell ; that of the south The songs I sung. Forget that I have trampled flowers, And worn the crown Of thorns of roses in the hours So long dropped down. Forget, O white-faced maid, that I Have dallied long In classic bowers and mystery Of classic song. Eros and Aphrodite now I can forg…
…he hair of this mine own Italian girl, Adela That bends her face on mine in the gondola! There is scarce a breath of wind on the lagoon. Life is absorbed in its beatitude, A meditative mage beneath the moon. Ah! should we come, a delicate interlude, To Campo Santo that, this night of June, Heals for awhile the immitigable feud? Adela! Your breath ruffles my soul in the gondola! 314
…he hair of this mine own Italian girl, Adela That bends her face on mine in the gondola! There is scarce a breath of wind on the lagoon. Life is absorbed in its beatitude, A meditative mage beneath the moon. Ah! should we come, a delicate interlude, To Campo Santo that, this night of June, Heals for awhile the immitigable feud? Adela! Your breath ruffles my soul in the gondola! 314
…y: a worse bargain. The Hermit asked for love; worst bargain of all. And now he has let his girl go to America, to have ‘“‘success” in “‘life’’: blank loss. Is there no end to this immortal ache That haunts me, haunts me sleeping or awake? If I had Laylah, how could I forget Time, Age, and Death? Insufferable fret! Were I an hermit, how could I support The pain of consciousness, the curse of thought? Even were I THAT, there still were one sore spot— The Abyss that stretches between THAT and NOT. Still, the first step is not so far away:—
…d his mind. This illusion, of which it is here spoken, is a most neces- sary step for the beginner, because to the beginner his ordinary life is not a sacrament. To him things are really common and unclean. He must, therefore, cut them out of his life, and hence to him the name of the Path is Renun- ciation. But to him who would be a Master of the Temple, the reverse applies. He wishes to remain perpetually in Samadhi, and it is therefore his renunciation to descend further and further into matter. He has volatilized the fixed: now he must fix …
…carries us away: it will even drag us fatally with it when it is a question of beastliness; that is to say, of the satisfactions of that life the nourisher of death, which, in the language of beasts, is called “real life.” In religion, the Gospel is a sure guide; it is not so in business, and there are a great many people who, if they had to settle the temporal succession of Jesus Christ, would more willingly come to an agreement with Judas Iscariot than with St. Peter. One admires probity, said Juvenal, and one leaves it to freeze to death. If…
…d his mind. This illusion, of which it is here spoken, is a most neces- sary step for the beginner, because to the beginner his ordinary life is not a sacrament. To him things are really common and unclean. He must, therefore, cut them out of his life, and hence to him the name of the Path is Renun- ciation. But to him who would be a Master of the Temple, the reverse applies. He wishes to remain perpetually in Samadhi, and it is therefore his renunciation to descend further and further into matter. He has volatilized the fixed: now he must fix …
…carries us away: it will even drag us fatally with it when it is a question of beastliness; that is to say, of the satisfactions of that life the nourisher of death, which, in the language of beasts, is called “real life.” In religion, the Gospel is a sure guide; it is not so in business, and there are a great many people who, if they had to settle the temporal succession of Jesus Christ, would more willingly come to an agreement with Judas Iscariot than with St. Peter. One admires probity, said Juvenal, and one leaves it to freeze to death. If…
…227 ‘This were my guerdon: to fade utterly Into the rose-heart of that sanguine vase, And lose my purpose in its silent sea, And lose my life, and find my life, and pass Up to the sea that is as molten glass. I mind me of that old Egyptian, Met where Aurora streamed her rainbow hair, Who called me from the quest. man ! A crown of light scintillant in the air Shone over him: he bade me not despair. An holy ‘* The Blouu of the Osiris !”” was his word : (Meaning the Christ?) ‘‘The life, the tears, the tomb ! ‘¢The Love of Isis is its name!” (I hea…
…Eightfold Path. “The second stage is Right Aspiration— Sammasankappo. Having realised the woe and transitoriness and soullessness of all life, there rises in the m ind this Right Aspi- ration. W hen all things suffer, we at least will not increase their burden, so we aspire to become pitiful and loving, to cherish ill- will toward none, to retire from those pleasures of sense which are the fruitful cause of woe. The will, we all know, is ever readier than the mind, and so, though w e aspire to renounce the pleasures of s ense, to love and pity …
…eas. I can only remember one or two clauses of the Credo : they ran thus :— “ And I believe in one Gnostic and Catholic Church of Light, Life, Love and Liberty, the Word of whose Law is THELEMA. “‘ And I believe in the communion of Saints. ** And, forasmuch as meat and drink are transmuted in us daily into spiritual substance, I believe in the Miracle of the Mass. “And I confess one Baptism of Wisdom, whereby we accomplish the Miracle of Incarnation. “‘ And I confess my life one, individual, and eternal, that was, and is, and is to come.” I hav…
…not even dare to dream how far it soared above us. Our business was to climb from crag to crag, with caution and courage, day after day, life after life. Not ours to speculate about the goal of our Going. Enough for us to Go. We knew our way, having found our will, and for the means, had we not love? ‘“‘ Love is the law, love under will.” The words were neither on our lips nor in our hearts. They were implicit in every idea, and in every impression. We went from the court up the steps, through the open glass doors, into the vaulted room with it…
THE PRIEST SPEAKS. (Boccacio. Day IV. Tale VIII.) LAY them together for the sake of Love Within a little plot of piteous earth, When life’s last flower is faded in the sun. Lay them together in the tender ground That summer showers may shed a trembling tear. And summer breezes whisper melodies Of pity. Lay them there, and when the sky Opens a lingering eyelash of deep cloud, And the sea sparkles out from under it To kiss the earth into awakening From the dream-slumbers that its fancies weave— Fancies of starlight on the lucent sea Gleaming from…