4 ALEISTER CROWLEY
[feel the Spring, the all-devouring Dawa,
Rash with my Rising. There, beyond the gol,
The Veil is rent!
Yes: let the veil be drawn,
The Rose and the Cross
UT of the seething cauldron of my woes,
Where sweets and salt and bitterness I lung;
Where charméd music gathered from my tongue,
‘And where I chained strange archipelagoes
Of fallen stars; where fiery passion flows
A curious bitumen; where among
‘The glowing medley moved the tune unsung
Of perfect love: thence grew the Mystic Rose.
Its myriad petals
of divided light;
Tits leaves of the most radiant emerald ;
Tes heart of fire like rubies. At the sight
Tiifted up my heart to God and called:
How shall I pluck this dream of my desire ?
And lo! there shaped itself the Cross of
EVELYN UNDERHILL (MRS. STUART MOORE)
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