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The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse

ALEISTER CROWLEY The Neophyte SIGHT I tread the unsubstantial way ‘That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean : I must stop, and pray One little prayer, and then—what bitter fight Flames at the end beyond the darkling goal ? “These are my passions that my feet must tread; ‘This is my sword, the fervour of my soul ; ‘This is my Will, the crown upon my head. For see! the darkness beckons : I have gone, Before this terrible hour, towards the gloom, Braved the wild dragon, called the tiger on With whirling cries of pride, soug…