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1910 · PDF PAGE 39

The Winged Beetle

THE WIZARD WAY 29 Shot with golden specks of fire Like a virgin with desire. Look, the levers ! fern-frail fronds Of fantastic diamonds, Glimmering with ethereal azure In each exquisite embrasure. On the shaft the letters laced, As if dryads lunar-chaste With the satyrs were embraced, Spelled the secret of the key : Sic pervenias. And he Went his wizard way, inweaving Dreams of things beyond believing. When he will, the weary world Of the senses closely curled Like a serpent round his heart Shakes herself and stands apart. So the heart’s blood …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 41

The Winged Beetle

THE WIZARD WAY 31 And the rose of no terrene graff, And the lamp of no olive oil With heart’s blood that alone may boil. With naked breast and feet unshod I follow the wizard way to God Wherever he leads my foot shall follow ; Over the height, into the hollow, Up to the caves of pure cold breath, Down to the deeps of foul hot death, Across the seas, through the fires, Past the palace of desires ; Where he will, whether he will or no, If I go, I care not whither I go. For in me is the taint of the faery blood. Fast, fast, its emerald flood Leaps…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 43

The Winged Beetle

THE WIZARD WAY 33 Sweeter than the bee-sweet showers In the chalice of the flowers, More intoxicating than All the purple grapes of Pan. Ah ! my proper lips are stilled. Only, all the world is filled With the echo, that drips over Like the honey from the clover. Passion, penitence, and pain Seek their mother’s womb again, And are born the triple treasure, Peace and purity and pleasure. ——Hush, my child, and come aloft Where the stars are velvet soft !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 34

The Winged Beetle

24 THE WIZARD WAY VELVET soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew Where its ray fell light as dew, Lighting up the shimmering veil Maiden pure and aery frail That the spiders wove to hide Blushes of the sylvan bride Earth, that trembled with delight At the male caress of Night. Velvet soft the wizard trod To the Sabbath of his God. With his naked feet he made Starry blossoms in the glade, Softly, softly, as he went To the sombre sacrament, Stealthy stepping to the tryst In his gown of amethyst. Earlier…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 231

The Winged Beetle

…spread, that treads a measure Of love-in-idleness and peace-with-pleasure ! On shining shoulder and soft rounded throat Thy poised head sways—strange grace of melilote With a triumphant air and mild Thou passest on thy way, majestic child ! I will recount to thee, enchantress smooth, The varied beauties that adorn thy youth, And paint for thee thy loveliness Where infancy and womanhood caress. Thy bosom juts its jubilance of jet Triumphant, like a noble cabinet Whose clear and polished panels fling Back like bright shields the lightnings of the…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 232

The Winged Beetle

…; Made to crush—obstinately sure To print him in thine heart, thy paramour ! On shining shoulder and soft rounded throat Thy posed head sways—strange grace of melilote ! With a triumphant air and mild Thou passest on thy way, majestic child !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 129

The Winged Beetle

… Fate Read thou my name, the soaring soul That seeks the supreme, sunless goal ! And thou, great Sekhet, roar ! Confront the lion in the way ! Thy calm indomitable eyes Lift once, and look, and pierce, and slay !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 7

The Winged Beetle

vii CONTENTS ROSA COELI. To my wife 1 ABJAD-I-AL’AIN. To the memory of “ Alain Lutiy ” 16 THE HERMIT. To Cecil Jones 22 THE WIZARD WAY. To J. F. C. Fuller 24 THE WINGS. To Dot 34 THE GARDEN OF JANUS To V. B. Neuburg 35 THE TWO SECRETS To Mary Waska 45 THE PRIESTESS OF PANORMITA. To Hilda Howard 47 THE HAWK AND THE BABE. To Raymond Radclyffe 55 THE DUELLISTS. To Norah Moore 57 ATHOR AND ASAR. To Frank Harris 60 AFTER JUDGMENT. To Ophelia L—— 61 THE FIVE ADORATIONS. To Gerald Pinsent 64 TELEPATHY. To Euphemia L—— 65 THE SWIMMER. To Norman Mudd 72…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 36

The Winged Beetle

26 THE WIZARD WAY Mixed with fat of many a maid Slain by the inchauntments cold Of the witches wild and old. He had crucified a toad In the basilisk abode, Muttering the Runes averse Mad with many a mocking curse. He had traced the serpent sigil In his ghastly virgin vigil. Sursum cor ! the elfin hill, Where the wind blows deadly chill From the world that wails beneath Death’s black throat and lipless teeth There he had stood—his bosom bare— Tracing life upon the Air With the crook and with the flail Lashing forward on the gale, Till its blade …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 38

The Winged Beetle

28 THE WIZARD WAY “ Give thy body to the beasts ! Give thy spirit to the priests ! Break in twain the hazel rod On the virgin lips of God ! Tear the Rosy Cross asunder ! Shatter the black bolt of thunder ! Suck the swart ensanguine kiss Of the resolute abyss ! ” Wonder-weft the wizard heard This intolerable word. ’Smote the blasting hazel rod On the scarlet lips of God ; Trampled Cross and rosy core ; Brake the thunder-tool of Thor ; Meek and holy acolyte Of the priestly hells of spite Sleek and shameless catamite Of the beasts that prowl by ni…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 37

The Winged Beetle

THE WIZARD WAY 27 Surely in the circle millions Of immaculate pavilions Flash upon the trembling turf Like the sea-stars in the surf— Millions of bejewelled tents For the warrior sacraments. Vaster, vaster, vaster, vaster, Grows the stature of the master ; All the ringed encampment vies With the infinite galaxies. In the midst a cubic stone With the Devil set thereon ; ’Hath a lamb's virginal throat ; ’Hath the body of a stoat ; ’Hath the buttocks of a goat ; ’Hath the sanguine face and rod Of a goddess and a god ! Spell by spell and pace by pa…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 60

The Winged Beetle

… 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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1910 · PDF PAGE 87

The Winged Beetle

…. But dung she is, and dung she must remain.” Thus then with proud humility the younger Answered that holy ancient Wisdom-monger : “ The Way grows clear as crystal to my ken. Let me to teach this alchemy to men.” “ Do ! ” answered He, “ and learn. The race shall rage Through to the blackness of the Dragon-stage : “ Few may pass on.” The younger God essayed The scheme—and a nice mess of it he made ! So that—or trousers, petticoats, or tights Hide what makes honest men turn sodomites. Hence our joints ache, and life is out of joint— All ways we t…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 35

The Winged Beetle

THE WIZARD WAY 25 By the hangman’s hands is thrust Through the wet and writhing dust, Never black and never dried Heart’s blood of a suicide. He had plucked the hazel rod From the rude and goatish god, Even as the curved moon’s waning ray Stolen from the King of Day. He had learnt the elvish sign ; Given the Token of the Nine : Once to rave, and once to revel, Once to bow before the devil, Once to swing the thurible, Once to kiss the goat of hell, Once to dance the aspen spring, Once to croak, and once to sing, Once to oil the savoury thighs Of…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 42

The Winged Beetle

32 THE WIZARD WAY To attain a matter one may not utter Rather than sink in the greasy splutter Of Britons munching their bread and butter ; Ailing boys and coarse-grained girls Grown to sloppy women and brutal churls. So, I am off with staff in hand To the endless light of the nameless land. Darkness spreads its sombre streams, Blotting out the elfin dreams. I might haply be afraid, Were it not that the Feather-maid Leads me softly by the hand, Whispers me to understand. Now (when through the world of weeping Light at last starrily creeping Ste…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 176

The Winged Beetle

…darts forth, Runs to the uttermost pole of the north, Splashing all space with the spume of my wrath ! Ah ! but the subtle, the perilous way ; That hath no fire to enkindle the clay. Ever to all be the work of me Nay ! I who am Being and Knowledge and Bliss Lack by so much of the utter abyss :— Bring me, O bring me, O bring me to this ! VII Nay ! it is over ; I may not attain. Why am I faint but because I am fain Roll me the rapture of amber again ! Ah ! but the poppy’s deciduous dream May not avail me to stand to the stream Bearing me back fro…

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The Winged Beetle

…k strange dwarfs with crooked spines And elfin eyes, and bleating mouths that worked All manner of grimace and bleak derision Bore them away ; hollow-eyed ghosts that lurked About the sea made thereof masts ; they fitted Tall ships and goodly, furrowing the deep To harvest merchandise ; strong and keen-witted The mariners ; oho ! the breezes leap Like lovers on them ; lo ! they fared forth To South, East, West and North, Iceland, the Indies, Sicily, and Spain. . . . Lo ! men have heard of all these ships not one, not one for ever more again. VI…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 40

The Winged Beetle

30 THE WIZARD WAY She hath naked breasts of amber Jetting wine in her bed-chamber Whereof whoso stoops and drinks Rees the riddle of the Sphinx. She hath naked limbs of amber Whereupon her children clamber. She hath five navels rosy-red From the five wounds of God that bled ; Each wound that mothered her still bleeding, And on that blood her babes art feeding. Oh ! like a rose-winged pelican She hath bred blessed babes to Pan ! Oh ! like a lion-hued nightingale She hath torn her breast on thorns to avail The barren rose-tree to renew Her life w…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 145

The Winged Beetle

ROSA DECIDUA 135 Were too like heaven—and heaven’s somehow to earn No doubt—no way that I know ! Hell’s enough If hell would only burn And silence the one devil-word of love. Ay ! death slinks off. I have a child that claims my life To keep from knowledge of her mother’s fate, To keep from heritage thereof, To shield from the world’s scoff, To watch, stamp out the seeds of madness in her. God ! that hast held me back from hate, Be merciful to me a sinner And ward me, warding her ! As it is written : Excepting Adonai build the house, they labour…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 189

The Winged Beetle

…an do, of course ; anything I can do. OSSORY. Thank you, my dear lad. Anything you can do, of course—I will let you know at once. By the way, you haven’t asked her yet, I suppose ? DELHOMME. Not yet, sir. I am rather diffident : I do not care to precipitate affairs. OSSORY. Well, I am really very anxious to see her future assured. And you know our proverb, “ The early bird catches the worm.” [Points to him, and over his shoulder to her.] There’s our scientific friend, eh ? DELHOMME. Oh, I’m not afraid of him. A “ farceur,” no more, though somet…

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