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ROSA IGNOTA Vv OF THE ROSE “Tuat love and the lover Are mingled in me Night shall discover: Dreams shall not be The veil of the world that my heart doth disclose : The long night is over, And I am the Rose. “Night, like a cancer, Spread over my breast; There was no answer, No truce to this rest, That, holding the world in a shower of white snows, Chilled the mad dancer Who bore me, the Rose. “ Day, like a vision, Before me is fled; Hate and derision Have fouled my soft bed. In the heart of the water the quenched vision glows ; Unborne, in divis…
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…t how to woo, Those eighteen years ago, Sweetheart, when I and you Exchanged high vows in heaven's sight That scarce survived a summer's night. What scourge smote from the stars? What madness from the moon? That night we broke the bars Was quintessential June, When you and I beneath the trees Bartered our bold virginities. Eighteen—years, months, or hours? Time is a tyrant’s toy! Eternal are the flowers! We are but girl and boy Yet—since love leapt as swift to-night As it had never left the light! 201
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…thrills the sweet Core of my soul ;—ah! nimble feet Grown old! Oh! autumn woodlands fraught With pensiveness of waking thought! The gray night gathers, soft and cold, The old dead dreams, dead dreams of old,— The cold, gray, windy breath of time, The old dead loves, the unsung rime : Autumn, the pale, gray, crispéd star, Virginal, golden nenuphar, Folden upon itself to sleep, To sleep and die, to wake and weep Soft silver tears of old desire. O molten silver of my lyre, Transmute, transmute my autumn dream, Transmute the winding star-lit stream…
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ROSA IGNOTA On the breast of a love that is fled afar, this is soft, and gentle, and dead ; That passed away on the stream of night ; that flows and flows and flows From the heart of a faded Rose. XII THE SEER Over the billows Of soft green grass, Under the willows, The gray sprites pass. In twilight’s glamour The shadows grow,— Cadent life’s clamour ! So low, so low, That the world is hushed As the white light pales ; No longer flushed The daylight fails ; The fading light No longer glows In the west; the night Still deeper grows: O secret Ros…
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… palaces of the hills. Ah! never hath the dawn been nearer thee | Fallen to idle sleep, and borne within The temple of Mind, the soul of Night is laid Under the starry canopy of the worlds, And the lamp is set upon her bier; let be, Let her still slumber! Oh, my radiant one, Thou that art born of the dew and of the stars, Come thou to me, while that the soft night sleeps, O thou most inner and supernal dawn, Thou that bearest the torch for the feast of the gods ! In the heart of eld I found thee, and a rose Was thy heart, and a rose thy crown, …
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…y, A changeling bodily; my soul was thrust To moulder with the dust : I was the love that dies, And I had slain the lover With song. Ah! Night! discover Her of the wanton eyes That fled before me So long, And scattered o'er me Alas! the star-dust that should blind mine eyes, And hide me from the skies. Is love so strong? So weak the lover? Yea, night shall yet discover My song, my veiléd song. 153
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…he truth. III AMOR INTELLECTUALIS THE soft, gray autumn’s radiant stars Bend down, like pallid nenuphars Over a woodland pool, and I See night, blind night, beyond the sky: Autumn in London, gray and gold. Autumn in London, chaste and cold. By woodland ways, with silent tread, Pass, dusty dreams! dreams dim and dead 140
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ROSA IGNOTA Upon thy grave shows bare and white In the chill heart of winter's night. Still shall I feel the wind that blows From the secret grave of thee, my Rose. IV DECADENCE TwILicut, that is the thin gray ghost of day, Holds the dim way of death ; the darkness grows More sanguine-hearted as the hour is sped, And with less light is fed; Thine hour grows, grows alway : Thou art mine, mine own, mine own, thou sanguine Rose. Thou sanguine Rose! Deep-hearted as the hour Thou bearest as a flame; more argent-shod Than the eloquent bringer of the …
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ROSA IGNOTA But last night, when betwixt thy breasts I lay, Sucking thy soul away, I dreamed of a song I would make thee, a song so fair, It should charm the wandering air, And make it stay with me for ever, A thought of thee within my mind: Dearest, I am deaf and blind, Believe me, to all but thee ; yea, too, I am dumb, Save when I sing thee, When my songs I bring thee. O passionate endeavour| O love more rare Than the fabled loves of the gods, I too succumb Unto the olden immemorial spell, And have no words to tell Of thee, and of the grace o…
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THE EQUINOX The old brown mellow houses grow mellower in the nightfall ; A ccharméd air is about them of the keen old days that are dead. Oh, hushed is the song of the morning, hushed in the tremu- lous light-fall, For the light is fading slowly now, and all the legends are said, And all the glamour is fled. Here in the soft grey twilight the mournful evening lingers Upon the road to dream and sleep and all the things that are past ; Here in the shadowy night-fall, with slow reluctant fingers, The poet touches the silent strings, and falls into…
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…east of light :— I had a dream of thee, my Babylon ; Yea; all thy petals were crimson with delight: And under the soft stars, the silent night Grew deeper, deeper, till the heart o the world Lay bare before me, with no robe to don Save the lucent veil of spirit, argent-white ; And then there came a voice: Arise! Smite! Smite! Ere the portal of the temple may be won! Crash down the walls! Lend all thy hidden might! I, in the bosom of the deep impearled, Cry from the cloud-place of the Underworld. Let the gold banner of the day be unfurled That. …
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…rply set Under dim willowy woods; the thing is done: For me no more to linger or regret; Fulfilment comes, in sight of day and sun. From night's dense darkness let the spark be struck, With life for candle, and with love for luck. Green Night, the virgin mother of my song, Green Youth, the sire of all my songs; let be : It may befall I shall not linger long Under the daylight’s golden empery; In light and dark still shall the silent river Bear on my soul, my soul shall bear for ever.
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…or a moment we are gods, immortal, Stricken to death within the secret portal. (v1) In the red dusk of Autumn, when the day Died down to night, and lamps were lit, and we Stared at the flames that made the ceiling gray With wavering shadows, sporting eerily, We lay all naked, talking of the things Of the old dim world, when life and art were young; Of the old bards who lightly touched their strings ; Who sang of love and life as I have sung. And then I felt you kiss me as I roved Back to the brightness of the world of old; And so the past grew …
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THE KEY OF THE MYSTERIES “No, look, and say what you see.” “T see a black night in which whirl sparks of every colour around two great ever-rolling eyes. From these eyes leap rays whose spiral whorls fill space. . . . Oh, it hurts me! Wake me!” “No, look.” “Where do you wish me to look now?” “Look into Paradise.” “No, I cannot climb there; the great night pushes me back, I always fall back.” “Very well then, look into hell.” Here the sleep-waker became convulsively agitated. “No, no!” she cried sobbing; ‘I will not! I shall be giddy; I should f…
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… my swift heart tt shall obey ; And it shall hit! And thou no more shalt say The archer was blind, for the thing that I have done. Swift night, slow-burning stars, the wavering lyre Breathes fitfully beneath the moon's white fire, In vrhythin to the cadence of the sigil Whose symbols sing, making the night to swoon, The day to tremble: from my secret vigil I shall return to meet thee, Love, and soon. 186
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…rituals be rightly performed with joy & beauty! 36. There are rituals of the elements and feasts of the times. 37. A feast for the first night of the Prophet and his Bride! 38. A feast for the three days of the writing of the Book of the Law. 39. A feast for Tahuti and the child of the Prophet— secret, O Prophet! 4o. A feast for the Supreme Ritual, and a feast for the Equinox of the Gods. 41. A feast for fire and a feast for water; a feast for life and a greater feast for death! 42. A feast every day in your hearts in the joy of my rapture! 43.…
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ROSA IGNOTA Was the veil of Olympus! Now the shadowy night That sang to me, that sang, that sang to me Sprang from the underworld of Eld; the moon That circled in the heavens sang to me. And I that heard the olden monstrous lays Of eld, the dreaming wonders of the dawn, Died, and still lie imprisoned in the rocks By the salt sea, knowing of the doom of man, But being dumb, as is the doom of man. For nightfall is delight of Eld, and I Wander bareheaded under the dark sky; Calling and calling from the windy deeps, The olden Night still draws me: …
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… window, walked to and fro in his study, and then, calmed by the fresh air of the morning, he lay down again, and slept deeply. He had a nightmare: he saw, terribly real, the giant with the fleshless ox’s head of which the workman had spoken to him. The monster pursued him, and struggled with him. When he woke up, it was already day, and some- body was knocking at his door. Eliphas rose, threw on a dressing-gown, and opened ; it was the workman. “Master,” said he, entering hastily, and with an alarmed air; “how are you?” “Very well,” replied El…
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…or burbling about the Sanctuary when the Goat of Mendes is threatening you with a 70 h.p. six cylinder, four-speed, gnarled clyster. All night Waite stayed, and begged; it was in vain. The Master was not to be moved from a resolution both wise and kind. He, however, promised to acknowledge Waite openly as his disciple on condition of good behaviour for the future. It is with pleasure indeed that we record that Waite’s lapses have been comparatively few. Waite was no Crippen, be it under- stood. If Crowley teasingly called him “old lag” in frien…
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THE EQUINOX without Mme. A——,, or Desbarrolles, or Eliphas hearing the unknown young priest spoken of. In the course of the night between the 1st and 2nd of January, 1857, Eliphas Levi was awakened suddenly by the emotions of a bizarre and dismal dream. It seemed to him that he was in a dilapidated room of gothic architecture, rather like the abandoned chapel of an old castle. A door hidden by a black drapery opened on to this room; behind the drapery one guessed the hidden light of tapers, and it seemed to Eliphas that, driven by a curiosity f…