Aleister
Crowley .
The ship
is
trim :
to
sea ! to
sea !
Take
life
in
either
hand ,
Crush
out
its
wine for
you
and me
,
And
drink
,
and
understand
.
IN
MEMORIAM
A.J.
B.
THE
life
by
angels
'
touch
divinely
lifted
From
our
dim
space
-
bounds
to
a
vaster
sphere
,
The
spirit
,
through
the vision
of
clouds
rifted
,
Soars
quick
and
clear
.
We
know
the
dance
that hails
the golden
pinions
The
sun
waves over
an
awakening
earth
;
We know
the
joy that
floods
the heart
's
dominions
At true
love
's
birth
.
Even
so,
the mists
that
roll
o'
er
earth
are riven
,
The spirit
flashes
forth
from
mortal sight
,
And
,
flaming
through
the viewless
space
,
is
given
A
robe
of
light
.
As
when
the
conqueror
Christ burst
forth
of
prison
And triumph woke the
thunder
of
the spheres
,
So broke
the soul
,
as
newly
re
-
arisen
Beyond
the years
.
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