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…9 THE PENTAGRAM In the Years of the Primal Course, in the dawn of terrestrial birth, Man mastered the mammoth and horse, and Man was the Lord of the Earth. He made him an hollow skin from the heart of an holy tree, He compassed the earth therein, and Man was the Lord of the Sea. He controlled the vigour of steam, he harnessed the light- ning for hire ; He drove the celestial team ; and Man was the Lord of the Fire. Deep-mouthed from their thrones deep-seated, the choirs of the æons declare The last of the demons defeated, for Man is the Lord of…
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…AND MARRIAGE. To my Wife 97 THE TWINS. To A. O. Spare 98 THE CONVERT. To Millicent Tobias 102 THE SORCERESS. To L. K 103 THE CHILD. To Lord A 105 CLYTIE. To L. K 106 A SLIM GILT SOUL. To Lord A 110 THE SILENCE OF COLUMBINE. To Dot L 112 THE ARCHÆOLOGIST. To Ctesse 115 THE LADDER. To K. M. Ward 117 BELLADONNA. To Dot L 123 THE POET AT BAY. To Wilfred Merton 126 UT. To Allen Bennett 128 ROSA DECIDUA. To Lord Salvesen 130 THE CIRCLE AND THE POINT. To Ouarda the Seer 141 IN MEMORIAM. 142 AD FIDELEM INFIDELEM. To Elaine W K 145 THE …
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47 THE PRIESTESS OF PANORMITA HEAR me, Lord of the Stars ! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, joyful endeavour. Hear me, O lilywhite goat ! O crisp as a thicket of thorns, With a collar of gold for Thy throat A scarlet bow for Thy horns ! Here, in the dusty air, I build Thee a shrine to yew. All green is the garland I wear, But I feed it with blood for dew ! After the orange bars That ribbed the green west dying Are dead, O Lord of the Stars, I come to Thee, come to Thee crying. The ambrosial moon th…
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74 THE MUSE How it blinds us and burns us with wine Of the dread Dionysian Lord ! Evoe ! Evoe ! Evoe ! Iacche ! thy chrism of wine ! Evoe ! Evoe ! Evoe ! I am thine ! I am thine ! I am thine !
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… and I the steel ; I am the buffet and the ear ; I am the limbs, and I the wheel, Victim and executioner ! The Vampire of my heart am I, Lord of that God-forsaken train That, damned to laugh eternally, Know they can never smile again.
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…hou shouldst travel in Thine holy bark To drip Thy dews upon the thirsty lawn, And wake to song beatified the bird. But art Thou living, Lord, or far withdrawn Into the shrines of solitude unstirred ? O Pan ! have pity on the trembling faun ! In all Thy silence is there not one word ?
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…le hidden in the haze Of deserts death to god or beast ! Thou who art both shalt foin and feast With me who am both, thy hates co-heir, Lord of the West and of the East The scorpions hole, the lions lair ! I kissed his mouthsublime despair ! Our souls were one ; our bodies met Yea ! darkness cover everywhere The secret of the House of Set !
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…wers Hiding the eyes like blue blue lotus-flowers ! His name is Ut, for He Hath risen above all things that be. II Ardent and white, the Lord Whirls forth a strident sword. Its blade is broader than the great World-Ash ; Its edge is keener than the lightning-flash. Brighter than all the lights of heaven, it whirls Out in a chaos of creative curls And sheathes itself in Me, Arisen above all things that be. III Even as the burning tongue Of God to God that clung
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…the treasuries of Mind ! II The secret of the House of Set. As a poor pilgrim clambering Toils on the slopes, so I to get Halidom for my lord the King.
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…my mind ! O ardent rapture of mine eyes ! Thou secret centre, motion, rest : Come to my breast ! Come to my breast ! THE POINT I am the Lord of Heaven, and I Am secretly arrayed and robed In all the azure abyss of sky By serpents wingéd, wound and globed. Thou art the Infinite of space, Thou the blue-lidded love of air ! I burn to kiss the exultant face, To grip the body bent and bare. O music ! to my silence be ! I come to thee ! I come to thee !
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…zon. III I woke from this. I lay upon the lawn ; They had thrown roses on the moss With all their thorns ; we came there at the dawn, My lord and I ; God sailed across
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…ow pleasantly you must have smiled : I left them, and I left them wild : Though certainly they had abhorred The task of locking up a lord. For a more tragic rôle you played Your master neatly who betrayed. His shame and torture turned your leer To a snarl !your drabs smile to a sneer,
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…That shines in the Bull above I can rein the riotous car Of galloping, galloping Love ; And straight to the steady ray Of the Lion-heart Lord I career, Pointing my flaming way With the spasm of night for a spear ! O moon ! O secret sweet ! Chalcedony clouds of caresses About the flame of our feet, The night of our terrible tresses ! It is a wonder, then If the people are mad with blindness, And nothing is stranger to men Than silence, and wisdom, and kindness ? Nay ! let him fashion an arrow Whose heart is sober and stout !
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…and beauti- ful ? Ai ! Ai ! then wheres my man, my man ? I am a witchs sieve to-night, Parched as the lusty Lesbian was for her savage lord, the light ! Ah ! couldst thou slay me and appeasethough naught but slaughter serve my turn, I, in an hour that bring thee ease, fret the nights silk and ache and burn. But nowmy whole life stings in me ; a viper violates my veins ; Locusta laughs at Lalage ! a ghoul that sucks at her own brains ! Where is the ship ? Where is the ship ? Where is my man, my man, my man ? Who gave thee power to rend and…
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228 THE MAGICIAN [TRANSLATED FROM ELIPHAZ LEVIS VERSION OF THE FAMOUS HYMN] O LORD, deliver me from hells great fear and gloom ! Loose thou my spirit from the larvæ of the tomb ! I seek them in their dread abodes without affright : On them will I impose my will, the law of light. I bid the night conceive the glittering hemipshere. Arise, O sun, arise ! O moon, shine white and clear ! I seek them in their dread abodes without affright : On them will I impose my will, the law of light. Their faces and their shapes are terrible and strange. Thes…
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… frailest fairy flits Across the abyss of mine imagining. So I came back from all my snares and pits, Crowned him with roses, called him lord and king. Then the poor fool fell on me, stammering Pale phrases of his mortal love, a thing Almost too petty for my star of lust To attract within her orbit : still I swing
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… the trees ; with fierce constraint Hardly one ray Pierced to the ragged earth about their roots that lay. VIII I wandered, crying on my Lord. I wandered Eagerly seeking everywhere. The stores of life that on my lips he squandered Grew into shrill cries of despair, Until the dryads frightened and dumfoundered Fled into space Like to a demon-kings was grown my maiden face ! IX At last I came unto the well, my soul. In that still glass, I saw no sign Of him, and yetwhat visions there uproll To cloud that mirror-soul of mine ? Above my head the…
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… forgotten The quest, my lover. But the tomb Of all these thoughts, the rancid and the rotten Proved in the end to be my womb Wherein my Lord and lover had begotten A little child To drive me, laughing lion, into the wanton wild ! XXV This child hath not one hair upon his head, But he hath wings instead of ears. No eyes hath he, but all his light is shed Within him on the ordered spheres Of nature that he hideth ; and in stead Of mouth he hath One minute point of jet ; silence, the lightning path ! XXVI Also his nostrils are shut up ; for he Ha…
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…through is the blood Like to a roseate stream In the hills of the west set agleam That flows in its channel of cream. Let us drink, O my Lord, let us fill us With purple Falernian wine ! Thy lips on the lips of Bathyllus As we lock us and link and entwine, Eyes ever burning like coals For the passion that crowns and controls The mystical love of our souls. Then, O if my pain were to kill me ! In the garden of music and musk Touch thouand the thoughts of it thrill me The poppy that flowers in the dusk ! Poppy whose blossom is furled Deep in t…
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…. Nay, in the nuptial of that fruitful night Of fruitless joy unmeasured and unsung There was no seed of sorrow. O my light, My love, my lord, accept the piteous plaint Of me, the little wayward wanton wight,