Collected Works (Vol. II)

Poem dissimi- lar to its pre- decessor. Will it lead some- where this time? Reflections on the weather, proper to be- ginning a con- versation in English. Autobiography of bard. Lehrjahre. Wanderjahre. ‘* Themagician of Paris." How clever I am / PENTECOST To-DAY thrice halves the lunar week Since you, indignant, heard me speak Indignant. Then I seemed to be So far from Christianity ! Now, other celebrations fit The time, another song shall flit Reponsive to another tune. September's shadow falls on June, But dull November's darkest day Is hghted by the sun of May. Here’s how I got a better learning. It’s a long lane that has no turning ! Mad as a woman-hunted Urning, The lie-chased alethephilist : * Sorcery’s maw gulps the beginner: In Pain’s mill neophytes are grist : Disciples ache upon the rack. Five years I sought: I miss and lack ; Agony hounds lagoan twist; _ I peak and struggle and grow thinner, And get to hate the sight of dinner. With sacred thirst, I, soul-hydroptic,! Read Levi? and the cryptic Coptic ;3 With ANET’ HER-K UAA EN RaA,! And SM 8I NAD While good MacGregor* (who taught freely us) Bade us investigate Cornelius Agrippa and the sorceries black Of grim Honorius and Abramelin ; ® While, fertile as the teeming spawn Of pickled lax or stickleback, Came ancient rituals,“ whack! whack ! Of Rosy Cross and Golden Dawn.$ * Truth-lover. 164 10 15 20 30