Konx Om Pax

DIONYSUS I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun ; For ev one of ye love, And li e for eve one. Ye shall dance 011111 and level; Ye shall sing in hollows and height In the festal mystical revel, The rapturous Bacchanal ritel The rocks and trees are yours, And the waters under the hill, By the might of that which endures, The holy heaven of will! I kindle a flame like a torrent To rush from star to star; Your hair as a comet's horrent, Ye shall see things as they are! I lift the mask of matter; 10 nthe heartofman; For am of force to shatter The wt that hideth—Pan ! Your loves shall lag up slaughter, And dabbled wit roses 0 blood Each desperate darling daughter Shall swim in the fervid flood. I brin ye lau hter and tears, The uses t t foam and bleed, The joys ofa million years, The flowers that bear no seed. M life is bitter and sterile, ts flame is a wandering star. Ye shall pass in pleasure and peril Across the mystical bar That is set for wrath and wee ing Against the children ofeart ; But ye in singing and sleeping Shall pass in measure and mirth I lift my wand and wave on Through hill to hill of elight: M rosy rivers lave you n innermost lustral light. I lead you, lord of the maze, In the darkness free of the sun; In 5 ite of the spite that is day's, e are wed, we are wild, we are one! The palate which cannot appreciate such a vintage to the full knows not the taste of ood wine. nded and welcome on such an isle of Monte Cristo, it is impossible here to pick from this bewildering casket of precious gems the best from the perfect. But though we cannot find 5 ace here to touch on Crowley's try, which offers us the concen trated essence 0 all that is divine from the days 0 Sappho to Lord Alfred Dou has, neither on his philosophy which sums in a few chapters our total knowledge 0 the universe, robing all opposites in a. dazzling garment of understanding, and crowning all with the flashing diadem of the Highest; we would, however, like to enter upon here, if not an apology—Crowley needs none— et nevertheless an explanation to the would-be reader who may have been told by the professional liars of the Pulpit and the Press that Captain Fuller and his Aleister Crowley are dangerous degenerates, in fact, gilded Onanists, overthrowers of love, gnncotton-fed anarchists, annihilators of the law, and decadent philosophers who wish to replace Aristotle and Copernicus by Paul Cams and Emil Reich; Diabolists who toss the world as on astring; proclaim the Synagogue of Satan and unfurl the oriflamme of the Prinpic pig. It is indeed a curious fact, but since the people of this country have worn thread bare their Christian smock they have undoubtedly paid a greater attention to the 5