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THE WIZARD WAY 
 
 
She hath naked breasts of amber 
Jetting wine in her bed-chamber 
Whereof whoso stoops and drinks 
Rees the riddle of the Sphinx. 
 
She hath naked limbs of amber 
Whereupon her children clamber. 
She hath five navels rosy-red 
From the five wounds of God that bled ;   
Each wound that mothered her still bleeding, 
And on that blood her babes art feeding. 
Oh !  like a rose-winged pelican 
She hath bred blessed babes to Pan !   
Oh !  like a lion-hued nightingale 
She hath torn her breast on thorns to avail 
The barren rose-tree to renew 
Her life with that disastrous dew, 
Building the rose o’ the world alight 
With music out of the pale moonlight !   
O She is like the river of blood 
That broke from the lips of the bastard god, 
When he saw the sacred mother smile 
On the ibis that flew up the foam of Nile 
Bearing the limbs unblessed, unborn, 
That the lurking beast of Nile had torn !   
So (for the world is weary) I 
These dreadful souls of sense lay by. 
I sacrifice these impure shoon 
To the cold ray of the waning moon. 
I take the forked hazel staff,