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HOUSEHOLD GODS Tue Scene is af the hearth of Crassus, where is a Little bronze altar dedicated to the Lares and Penates, A pale flame rises from the burning sandal-wood, on which CRASSUS throws densoin and musk. He is standing in deep dejection. Crassus. MOKE without fire! No thrill of tongues licks up The offerings in the cup. Dead falls desire. Black smoke thou art, © altar-flame, that dost dismember, Devour the hearth, to leave no ember To warm this heart. I see her still— Adela dancing here Till dim gods did appear To work our will. "
1912 · PDF PAGE 2
HOUSEHOLD GODS A COMEDY By ALEISTER CROWLEY PALLANZA PRIVATELY PRINTED 1912
1912 · PDF PAGE 9
…gainst these things of spirit, Mankind that disinherit Of love's pure fiame! [He bends before the altar and begins to weep. Ye household gods! By these male tears I swear That ye shall grant this prayer. All things at odds Shalt be put straight— Harmonized, reconciled By some appointed child Of some far Fate! [4 curtain has been drawn aside during this invocation, and Axscia advances. She smiles subtly upon him; and, giving a strange gesture, makes one or two noise- less steps of dancing. 12
1912 · PDF PAGE 15
… is a poison fiercer than all wines And from these eyes more subtle sorrows pour Than you can dream. These teeth have been at grips With gods; I have sung what no girl ever sang. ‘These ears have heard An insufferable word! Crassus, ‘What do you mean?
1912 · PDF PAGE 41
…e, to bear Me back to the Dominion of the Where I shall bear the cup of Jupiter! Blind babes, love one another, no less true Because the gods have deigned to dwell with you! [The eagle bears GANYMEDE aloft. Crassus, Adela! these are mysteries too great For you and me to estimate. But, widowed both, come, seck domestic charms As we were wont, in one another's arms! ‘What perfect moss for you to lie upon! ADELA. am your wife, dear Crassus. (sotto voce) Oh, my swant CURTAIN, “4