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… : I hear the mystery 01 Time, And the secret of Fate? I know not yet, but surely Thou shalt know of the Rose, the Rose, the Rose of the world ; With thee shall I bear the chalice of blood-tipped lilies, The chalice of red, sweet lilies under the moon ? But now there is no moon, nor any sun; The world's gray noon only is for thee and me; There is no sound in the nerveless silences Of the fading world; there is a quiver of light On the river of life; we are unwed, my Rose, Nor knoweth each the other ; we are undone, My Rose, my secret Rose, my u…
1911 · PDF PAGE 158
… my hope is fled. Gray dreams, gray dreams, and the day is tired and dead The bitter aftermath of Summer brings Time’s memory back to the world: there are no stings, In the world’s pain, but only bitterness Of the memory of Time; no sore distress, Save for the thought of Summer waned and dead, And faded with the gold skies overhead, And the young green beneath ; ah ! secret Rose, Here in the heart of the woods I pluck thee forth, Fraught with the swell of Summer, crimson—bright ! And for the world under the stars to—night— It shall be thine, and…
1911 · PDF PAGE 157
…olden doom Lies in the wrack of things. There is no sigh; Only the wind cries through the lonely woods, And the barren motherhood of the world is manifest Shamelessly ; in the dank, pale Autumn woods The fallen leaves lie squelching under the feet Οἱthe desolate gnomes ; and now the birds are silent, And the streams flow sluggishly through the veins of the world. Dark gray and cloudy, the skies no more are blue, And grayness reigning solitary makes music Drearily through the wind-harp. The dripping rain Soddens the earth, and the stones lie thic…
1911 · PDF PAGE 160
THE EQUINOX The spirit sleeps; the Rose of the world is buried Under the soil of every star that glows, A hanging lamp, under the firmament. There shall be no more roses, no more roses, Until the spring of the stars shall fall on the world, Then shall be light again, Ο secret Rose, And thou shalt be born anew, with radiant star-light For dew, and all thy petals shall be dreams Crystallised of the gods who swing the chains Of the worlds in space ; and at the heart of thee Shall be the secret knowledge, the sacred word, The logos of the throbbing …
1911 · PDF PAGE 116
THE EARTH THE child of miracle to the world, greeting. I reach my hands to the leaves and dabble in the dew: I sprinkle dew on you for kisses. I kneel down and hold the grass of the black earth to my bosom; I crush the earth to my lips as if it were a grape. And the wine of Demeter flushes my cheeks; they burn with joy of youth Why should I greet the world? Because my heart is bursting with love for the world. Love, say 1? Why not lust? Is not lust strength, and merriment, and the famine that only the infinite can stay? And why do I call myself t…
1911 · PDF PAGE 55
THREE POEMS FOR JANE CHERON Doth not the World's great Alchemist Rule earth's alembic with the sun ? Is not the mind a foolish mist, And is not water one? The slim white body that you gave, Wild Jaja’, with exotic nautches Wanton and wonderful, a wave Of debonair debauches, Is worth the virgin limbs and lips Of her the virtuous, the viceless, With life who never came to grips, Who gave me nothing priceless. Give me the purity distilled From dervish sweat and satyr bruises. The Holy Graal with wine is filled From no unbroken cruses. Doth not the …
1911 · PDF PAGE 212
…, And kindle at a livelier coal The subtler soul of light. From these soft splendours of a dream 1 turn, and seek the Self supreme. This world is shadow-shapen of The bitterness of pain. Vain are the little lamps of love! The light of life is vain! Life, death, joy, sorrow, age and youth Are phantoms of a further truthi Beyond the splendour of the world, False glittering of the gold, A Serpent is in slumber curled In wisdom’s sacred cold, Life is the flaming of that flame Death is the naming of that name, The forehead of the snake is bright With …
1911 · PDF PAGE 20
…e Cause of Α111ι be unmasked and annihilated. 7. This is that which was spoken by wise men of old time concerning the destruction of the world by fire; yea, the destruction of the world by fire. 8. [This and the following verses are of modern origin] Let the Student remember that each Point represents a definite achievement of great difficulty. 9. Let him not then attempt the second until he be well satisfied of his mastery over the first. * This is also the “Opening of the Eye of Shiva.” ΕΙ). 1- Mayan, the Magician, or Mara. Also The Dweller on the …
1911 · PDF PAGE 131
THE ORDEAL OF IDA PENDRAGON ”He is like a black leopard,” she purred. “Is anything in the world so beautiful as that lithe black body ? ” ”I have seen blood in the sunlight on a bull's shoulder," replied Rolles. “ I love to see the pure animal beat the mere brute. White men ought not to fight: they ought to think, and do lovely physical things, things gracious and of good report." “Ida! my Ida! Could you see your nostrils twitching! I can imagine you fighting with all their fierceness, incapable of keeping to the rules of boxing.” “ Ι hate you,” s…
1911 · PDF PAGE 238
…ay‘s. [He rise: and/"aces altar. I have risen ! I have risen ! as a mighty hawk of gold ! From the golden egg I gather, and my wings the world enfold. I alight in mighty splendour from the throned boats of light; Companies of Spirits follow me ; adore the Lords of Night. Yea, with gladness did they paean, bowing low before my car, In my ears their homage echoed from the sunrise to the star. I have risen! I am gathered as a lovely hawk of gold, I the first—born of the Mother in her ecStasy of old. Lo! I come to face the dweller in the sacred snak…
1911 · PDF PAGE 146
…ing else is other than High Magic I—is a system of holy hieroglyph. The artist, the initiate, thus frames his mysteries. The rest of the world scoff, or seek to understand, or pretend to under- stand; some few obtain the truth. The technical ability of the artist is the lucidity of his language ; it has nothing to do with the degree of his illumination. Bougereau is better technically than Manet; he explains more clearly what he sees. But what does he see? He is the priest oia false God. Form has no importance except in this sense; we must not …
1911 · PDF PAGE 120
…tarlit snows, A vestal goes, scattering sweet roses : Roses deep-themed and red— Whose leaves are shed in perfumed dreams, where glows A world that blows and fairy-like discloses The fields that Flora fled. And some are sped where dream brings that repose The thorn bestows—-—(wherenaught that is, reposes)— Goring the sleeper’s headi ETHEL ARCHER.
1911 · PDF PAGE 299
… speech from our Lady of Silence: CANCER. Bear the Cup of Libation ! PAN- 333'333—333- [Recites. Roll through the caverns of matter, the world’s irremovable bounds! Roll, ye wild billows of ether! the Sistron is shaken and sounds ! Wild and sonorous the clamour, vast in the region of death. Live with the fire of the Spirit, the essence and flame of the breath ! Sound, O sound! Gleam in the world of the dark, where the chained ones shall tremble and flee! Gleam in the skies of the dusk, for the Light of the Dawn is in me! Light on the forehead, and…
1911 · PDF PAGE 206
…on: I am of them, false or frail, True or lasting, all is fusion in the spirits shadow-veil, Till the KnowledgeeLotus flowering hides the world beneath its stem ; Neither I, nor God life-showering, find a counterpart in them, As a spirit in a vision shows a countenance of fear, Laughs the looker to derision, only comes to disappear, Gods and mortals, mind and matter, in the glowing bud dissever: Vein from vein they rend and shatter, and are nothingness for ever. In the blessed, the enlightened, perfect eyes these visions pass, Pass and cease, poo…
1911 · PDF PAGE 74
…est harmony. Soft winds are calling on the cloudy deep, (Like foam-flowers falling from the breasts of Sleep Their Lotus-kiss is), such a world forestalling Of wanton blisses, that the fear of palling Makes e’en the Sirens weep. Ah me! What serpent hisses from out those purple bysses, Far in the womb of the long-lying sea? She wakes I Nor dare he creep back to her soul, whence Sleep Has torn aside the mist—hung drapery ; Too strange the way, and steep. ETHEL ARCHER. 66
1911 · PDF PAGE 216
…Evoe, Ho! Give me to drink! AGAVE. Run wild! Mountain and mountain let us leap upon Like tigers on their prey! MAENADS. Crush, crush the world I AGAVE, Tread earth as ’twere a winepressl AUTONOE. Drink its blood, The sweet red wine! M/ENADS. Ay, drink the old earth dry! AGAVE. Squeeze the last drops out till the frame collapse Like an old wineskin! AUTONOE. So the sooner sup Among the stars ! AGAVE. The swift, swift stars! MlENADS. 0 night! Night, night, fall deep and sure! AUTONOE. Fall soft and sweet! AGAVE. Moaning for love the woods lie. AU…
1911 · PDF PAGE 282
…reatest of all Gods, O Mercury! CHORUS. Hail, Mercury. MERCURY. Yet, ye will betray me! Bury me in a nameless grave! I came from God the world to save, I brought it wisdom from above, 104
1911 · PDF PAGE 210
…isted and twined! Deep spring of my soul deep frozen, The sleep of the truth of the mind! As a bright snake curled Round the Vine of the World !
1911 · PDF PAGE 95
…n? MESSENGER. 1 do not know, princess. LAYLAH. Get forth, back to the fight. Reward him, ye! FATMA. Reward for such bad news! What is the world coming to? In my young days— LAYLAH. Such withered weeds were burnt. FATMA. Alas, Sidi Omar! The strong, the brave, the comely! He is dead, he is dead. LAYLAH. Hurt, said the messenger. LEDMIYA. Now comes another from the fight, riding hard. He bears a fair—haired child across the saddle. Oh, do look! LAYLAH. Is there no messenger? LEDMIYA. It is Achmet! It is good Achmet! 87
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THE EQUINOX 37. Many have arisen, being foolish. They have said, “ Stoop down unto the darkly splendid world, and be wedded to that Blind Creature of the Slime.” 38. Ι who am beyond Wisdom and Folly, arise and say unto you: achieve both weddings! Unite yourselves with both! 39. Beware, beware, Ι say, lest ye seek after the one and lose the other! 40. My adepts stand upright ; their head above the heavens, their feet below the hells. 41. But since one is naturally attracted to the Angel, another to the Demon, let the first strengthen the lower li…