THE EQUINOX
THE LADDER
“J will arise and go unto my Father.”
MaLkuTH
Dark, dark, all dark! I cower, I cringe.
Only above me is a citron tinge
As if some echo of red, gold, and blue
Chimed on the night and let its shadow through.
Yet I who am thus prisoned and exiled
Am the right heir of glory, the crowned child.
I match my might against my Fate’s,
I gird myself to reach the ultimate shores,
I arm myself the war to win :—
Lift up your heads, O mighty gates |
Be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors !
The King of Glory shall come in.
Tau
I pass from the citrine; deep indigo
Is this tall column. Snakes and vultures bend
Their hooded hate on him that would ascend.
O may the Four avail me! Ageless woe,
Fear, torture throng the threshold. Lo! The end
Of matter! The Immensity of things
Let loose—new laws, new beings, new conditions :-—
Dire chaos; see! these new-fledged wings
Fail in its vaguenesses and inanitions.
Only my circle saves me from the hate
Of all these monsters dead yet animate.
I match, &c.
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