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Page 9 of 671910 · PDF PAGE 61
… snake or a sun In his horoscope Heaven hath cast, It is nothing ; every one Shall win to the moon at last. The mage hath wrought by his art A billion shapes in the sun. Look through to the heart of his heart, And the many are shapes of one ! An end to the art of the mage, And the cold grey blank of the prison ! An end to the adamant age ! The ambrosial moon is arisen. I have bought a lilywhite goat For the price of a crown of thorns, A collar of gold for its throat, A scarlet bow for its horns. I have bought a lark in the lift For the price of…
1910 · PDF PAGE 83
The First Joy of Union. 75 XVI THE JASMINE-JAR I am a bearded and a turbaned sar ;1 Thou art a boy more lovely than a star. Thou art mine own ; I beat thee sore indeed : More than thy beauty do I love the scar. I mocked thee, shamed thee. Men despise thee now. Well, it is well ! they come no more to mar Our loves ; we’ll wing through universal space, Borne in the moon’s chryselephantine car. Nor shall the bounds of heaven nor the walls Of Allah’s house to love be bond or bar.2 Nor shall the Thee make mischief with the Me, The Near be interrupte…
1919 · PDF PAGE 279
…l strikes. HAGIOS HAGIOS HAGIOS IAO. He replaces the Host and the Cup, and adores. VII OF THE OFFICE OF THE ANTHEM. Tue PRIEST. Thou who art I, beyond all I am, Who hast no nature and no name, Who art, when all but thou are gone, Thou, centre and secret of the Sun, Thou, hidden spring of all things known And unknown, Thou aloof, alone, Thou, the true fire within the seed Brooding and breeding, source and seed Of life, love, liberty, and light, Thou beyond speech and beyond sight, Thee I invoke, my faint fresh fire Kindling as mine intents aspir…
1928 · PDF PAGE 40
XII CROWDS IT is not given to everybody to bathe in the man-ocean; to enjoy the crow is an art; and he only can revel in their vitality at the expense of the human race in whom, while he lies in his cradle, a fairy has breathed the taste for trav- esty and masquerade, the hatred of home and the passion of travel. MultitudeSolitude: these terms are equivalent, and are convertible by the active and fertile poet. He who does not understand how to people his solitude is equally ignorant of the art of being alone in a crowd. The poet enjoys this in…
1928 · PDF PAGE 127
…he only question worth consider- ing. In order not to feel the horrible burden of time which breaks your shoulders and bows you down to earth, you must intoxicate your- self without truce, but with what? With wine, poetry, or art?As you will; but intoxicate yourself. And if sometimes upon the steps of a pal- ace, or upon the green grass of a moat, or in the sad solitude of your own room, you awake, intoxication already diminished or disappeared, ask of the wind, of the wave, of the star, of the bird, of the clock, of all that flies, of all tha…
1907 · PDF PAGE 124
118 RODIN IN RIME SONNETS AND MADAMIr RODIN. HEROIC helpmeet of the silent home ! Shall who sings Art not worship womanhood ? There is depth of calm beneath the sea’s fine foam ; Behind the great there is ever found the good. Honour and glory to the sacred house And ark of the covenant of holy trust, The unseen mother and the secret spouse Ever availing in the sorrow and dust That aye avenge the artist’s victory won, That cover up his monuments of fame, That twist his sight, once steadfast on the sun, To the fear folded in the robes of shame :—…
1961 · PDF PAGE 78
…le Will of the All, or to the Will common to all those Beings (or By-comings) that are of one general Nature with thee, or to thine own particular Will. For first of all thou art necessarily moved toward the One End from thine own Station, but secondly thou art moved toward the End proper to thine own Race, and Caste, and Family, as by Virtue of thy Birth. And these are, I may say it, Conditions or limits, of thine own individual Will. Thou dost laugh? Err not, my Son! The Magus, even as the Poet is the Expression of the true Will of his Fellow…
1904 · PDF PAGE 19
ACTUS PRIMUS 11 JASON. Justice covers all. The Furies cannot follow if a man To his own heart be reconciled. They feed On his own bosom, nay! are born thereof. An alien clan he might elude, but these, Blood of his blood, he shall nor slay nor ’scape. My heart hath never pastured on regret Or pang for thee. My justice covers all. PELIAS. That one word “ justice” covers all indeed To thine own self. But think’st thou for a word To ruin many years of commonweal, And poison in an hour the politics Of states and thrones for—justice? Thou art just; B…
1904 · PDF PAGE 95
…silliest lines I have written (Though none are as silly as these) ; By remarks I have made that were rude-io! By the epigrams cruel and tart, We beseech thee respond from thy studio, Apostle of Art! On canvas by paints never covered, Nor wet with the washing of turps ; On blocks where thy pen never hovered, Nor pencil that crumbles and chirps. (My fingers with ink are so inky, I want to give vent to a phrase, That would shock even Wee Willie Winkie, Or t’ Owd ’un of Days.*) We shall know what the darkness discovers When bald are the hairs of ou…
1907 · PDF PAGE 163
…reast of foam Tha- _ lassian, Bear on my bosom, jutting plenilune, Maiden, the fadeless Rose of the Creation ! The whole flower-life of earth and sky and sea From me was born, and shall return to me! I am: for men and beings passionate, For mine own self calm as the river-cleaving Lotus-borne lord of Silence: I create Or discreate, both in my bosom heaving : My lightest look is mother of a Fate : My fingers sapphire-ringed with sky are weaving Ever new flowers and lawns of life, designed Nobler and newer in mine olden mind. Iam: I am not, but a…
1961 · PDF PAGE 67
…l Powers, all Memories, more than thou hast ten thousand fold! Learn then to draw from that great Treasure-House the Jewel of which thou art in any present Need. For all things that are possible to thy Nature are already hidden within thee; and thou hast but to name them, and to bring them back into the Light of thy Consciousness. Then squander not this Gold of thine, but put it to most fruitful Usury. Now then of the Art and Craft of this most Holy Mystery I write not, for a Reason that thou already knowest. Moreover, in this Matter, thou shal…
1913 · PDF PAGE 144
THE EQUINOX O Thou art like an Hawk of Gold, Miraculously manifold, For all the sky’s aflame to be A mirror magical of Thee! The stars seem comets, rushing down To gem thy robes, bedew thy crown. Like the moon-plumes of a strange bird By a great wind sublimely stirred, Thou drawest the light of all the skies Into thy wake. The heaven dies In bubbling froth of light, that foams About thine ardour. All the domes Of all the heavens close above thee As thou art known of me who love thee. Excellent kiss, thou fastenest on This soul of mine, that it …
1913 · PDF PAGE 144
THE EQUINOX O Thou art like an Hawk of Gold, Miraculously manifold, For all the sky’s aflame to be A mirror magical of Thee! The stars seem comets, rushing down To gem thy robes, bedew thy crown. Like the moon-plumes of a strange bird By a great wind sublimely stirred, Thou drawest the light of all the skies Into thy wake. The heaven dies In bubbling froth of light, that foams About thine ardour. All the domes Of all the heavens close above thee As thou art known of me who love thee. Excellent kiss, thou fastenest on This soul of mine, that it …
1911 · PDF PAGE 51
THE VISION AND THE VOICE She comes and kisses me on the mouth, and says: Blessed art thou who hast beheld Sebek my Lord in his glory. Many are the champions of life, but all are unhorsed by the lance of death. Many are the children of the light, but their eyes shall all be put out by the Mother Darkness. Many are the servants of love, but love (that is not quenched by aught but love) shall be put out, as the child taketh the wick of a taper between his thumb and finger, by the god that sitteth alone. And on her mouth, like a chrysanthemum of ra…
1944 · PDF PAGE 135
…d against thee. For thou canst not penetrate by force, who hast refused it; nor by authority, for thou hast trampled it under foot. Thou art bereft of all but understanding, O thou that art no more than a little pile of dust! And the images rise up against me and constrain me, so that the Aethyr is shut against me. Only the things of the mind and of the body are open unto me. The shew‐stone is dull, for that which I see therein is but a memory.
1911 · PDF PAGE 157
…y, the skies no more are blue, And grayness reigning solitary makes music Drearily through the wind-harp. The dripping rain Soddens the earth, and the stones lie thick and wet Among the leaves ; and the trees wave naked arms In despair to the sky. The light is quickly dying, And there is no more day; the dull red sun— A sore and aching eye in a face of gray—— Droops down to slumber. All the world is dead. Rose! Rose! Where art thou? O my Rose, my Rose! My secret Rose, art lost among the gray? There is no voice in the silence ; in the woods The …
1911 · PDF PAGE 157
…y, the skies no more are blue, And grayness reigning solitary makes music Drearily through the wind-harp. The dripping rain Soddens the earth, and the stones lie thick and wet Among the leaves ; and the trees wave naked arms In despair to the sky. The light is quickly dying, And there is no more day; the dull red sun— A sore and aching eye in a face of gray—— Droops down to slumber. All the world is dead. Rose! Rose! Where art thou? O my Rose, my Rose! My secret Rose, art lost among the gray? There is no voice in the silence ; in the woods The …
1954 · PDF PAGE 147
114 MAGICK WITHOUT TEARS lustre, and the stars shall be hidden because thou art passed beyond these things, beyond the need of these things, beyond the desire of these things. What I thought were shapes of rocks, rather felt than seen, now appear to be veiled Masters, sitting absolutely still and silent. Nor can anyone be distinguished from the others. And the Angel sayeth: Behold where thine Angel hath led thee! Thou didst ask for fame, power and pleasure, health and wealth and love, and strength and length of days. Thou didst hold life with e…
1909 · PDF PAGE 223
THE PRIESTESS OF PANORMITA The mage hath wrought by his art A billion shapes in the sun. Look through to the heart of his heart, And the many are shapes of one! An end to the art of the mage, And the cold grey blank of the prison! An end to the adamant age! The ambrosial moon is arisen. I have bought a lily-white goat For the price of a crown of thorns, A collar of gold for its throat, A scarlet bow for its horns. I have bought a lark in the lift For the price of a butt of sherry: With these, and God for a gift, It needs no wine to be merry! I …
1909 · PDF PAGE 223
THE PRIESTESS OF PANORMITA The mage hath wrought by his art A billion shapes in the sun. Look through to the heart of his heart, And the many are shapes of one! An end to the art of the mage, And the cold grey blank of the prison! An end to the adamant age! The ambrosial moon is arisen. I have bought a lily-white goat For the price of a crown of thorns, A collar of gold for its throat, A scarlet bow for its horns. I have bought a lark in the lift For the price of a butt of sherry: With these, and God for a gift, It needs no wine to be merry! I …