Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Aleister Crowley . No man hath seen beneath my brows Eternity 's exultant house ; No man hath noted in my brain The knowledge of my mystic spouse . I watch the centuries wax and wane. Poor , in the kingdom of strong gold , My power is swift and uncontrolled . Simple , amid the maze of lies ; A child , among the cruel old , I plot their stealthy destinies . So patient , in the breathless strife ; So silent , under scourge and knife ; So tranquil , in the surge of things ; I bring them , from the well of Life , Love , from celestial water - springs . From the shrill fountain - head of God I draw out water with the rod Made luminous with light of power . I seal each aeon 's period , And wait the moment and the hour . Aloof , alone , unloved , I stand With love and worship in my hand . I commune with the Gods ; I wait Their summons , and I fire the brand . I speak their Word ; and there is Fate . 53