Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Aleister Crowley . Thunder and lightning free fashioned for speech and seeing , Pinnacles royal and steep, queen of the arduous breast ! Ye on whose icy bosom , passionate , at the sunrise , Ye in whose wind -swept hollows , lulled in the noonrise clear , Often and oft I struggled , a child with an angry mother Often and oft I slept, maid in a lover 's arms. Back to ye , back , wild towers , from this flat and desolate fenland , Back to ye yet will I flee, swallow on wing to the south ; Move in your purple cloud -banks and leap your far swelling torrents, Bathe in the pools below , laugh with the winds above , Battle and strive and climb in the teeth of the glad wild weather , Flash on the slopes of ice , dance on the spires of rock , Run like a glad young panther over the stony high lands , Shout with the joy of living , race to the rugged cairn , Feel the breath of your freedom burn in my veins , and Freedom ! Freedom ! echoes adown cliff and precipitous ghyll . Down by the cold grey lake the sun descends from his hunting , Shadow and silence steals over the frozen fells . 48