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…! q Witchmoon, upon thy beck of blood afloat The Midnight Beetle’s brave prophetic Boat! r The Sun, our Father! Soul of Life and Light, Love and play freely, sacred in Thy sight! w Nuit, Hadit, Ra‐Hoor‐Khuit! The Aeon Of the Twin Child! Exult, o Empyrean! t Naught becomes All to realise the span Of naught, O perfect Universe of Pan.
…This was Thy true disciple. Leave her not, Sweet Jesus, in this madness. Who is this? Enter ULRIC; he carrtes a rasor. ULRICc.? I have a lovely bride at last, my dear ! A phantom with intolerable eyes Came close and whispered: I am Wisdom’s self, Thy spouse from everlasting. Mortal king Of my immortal self, I claim thy love ! So, we are wedded close. Justice demands The punishment of this accurséd one, Originator of the cruel crimes My mother-mistress carried to their close. It was your vile affection, Madeline, And your perverted hankering for…
…e fresh air Kissed, cleansing them from that infested den Of obscene deities and apish men, Rivalling their gods in petty filthiness. So Loves white-bosomed Queen gat full success In the first season of her sojourning. Then, on the verge of night, she went a-wing To that most damnèd pestilence-rid marsh, And, changing her bright shape, she donned the harsh Vile form of woman past the middle age, Who hath not virtue that may charm the sage When the desire of folly is gone by, And wrinkles yield to no false alchemy. So, lewd of countenance, dres…
… Its hour to poison. How they gloat, The fiends, upon her lips and throat! They touch her heart, they speer her eyes, They linger on the lovely prize! O dead she thought them! It is written: ‘‘ Eve’s heel is by the serpent bitten, His head she bruises.” No indeed! Not woman, but the woman’s seed! Hark! in the cloak of “ Love of Truth” They whisper “ Memory of Youth”; And, mindful of the deadliest sin, Hint: ‘“ Sinful woman, look within!” CORA. Ah me! if she could look within a glass With spells and pantacles well fortified!
78 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. SYNTHESIS. HEN I think of the hundreds of women I have loved from time to time, White throats and living bosoms where a kiss might creep or climb, Smooth eyes and trembling fingers, faint lips or mur- derous hair, All tunes of love’s own music, most various and rare ; When I look back on life, as a mariner on the deep Sees, tranced, the white wake foaming, fancies the nereids weep ; As, on a mountain summit in the thunders and the snow, I look to the shimmering valley and weep : I loved you so ! For a moment cease the win…
…r breast and unlighted ; But a warm sweet scent is expressed, And a rose as of sunset excited In the strength of Her sunless breast. Her love is like pain, but enchanted : Her kiss is an opiate breath Amorously panted : her fervours last granted Are sorrow, and death.
…ong! then canst thou bear more joy. Be not animal; refine thy rapture! If thou drink, drink by the eight and ninety rules of art: if thou love, exceed by delicacy; and if thou do aught joyous, let there be subtlety therein! 71. But exceed! exceed! 72. Strive ever to more! and if thou art truly mine—and doubt it not, an if thou art ever joyous !—death is the crown of all. 73. Ah! Ah! Death! Death! thou shalt long for death. Death is forbidden, Ο man, unto thee. 74. The length of thy longing shall be the strength of its glory. He that lives long a…
… Office is to make men Insensible or Ignorant; as also in Philosophy to make them Knowing, and in all the Liberal Sciences. He can cause Love or Hatred, also he can teach thee to consecrate those things that belong to the Dominion of AmMaymon his King. Hecan deliver Familiars out of the Custody of other Magicians, and answereth truly and perfectly of things Past, Present, and to Come. He can carry and re-carry men very speedily from one Kingdom to another, at the Will and Pleasure of the Exorcist. He ruleth over 66 Legions of Spirits, and he wa…
…d in the hollow of the rock they kiss, iii. 122 Come back, come back, come back, Eurydice ! lil, 158 Come, child of wonder, i. 167 Come, love, and kiss my shoulders, i. 233 Come over the water, love, to me, ii. 108 Consummate beauty built of ugliness, iii. 123 Could ivory blush with a stain of the sunset, iii. 67 Crouched o’er the tripod, il. 52 Crowned with Eternity, beyond beginning, iii. 150 DANCE a measure, ili. 87 Darkness and daylight in divided measure, ili, 145 Dark night, red night, i. 2 Daughter of Glory, child, ili. 168 Day startles …
…sed Be- ware ! Fear Charicles avenging, and despair ! And Zeus beheld the springe his foot was in, And, once more wise, being out of love, would win His freedom on good terms. His liberty For Charicles he bartered. Willingly The boy accepts, yet in his eye remains A tender woman-feeling, and his pains, And even Archais woes he did forget In the sweep Lethe, that his lip had set To their ripe brim, that he had drained. But now,
…ng is in the soul; Men’s spirits to the loftiest turn; Light is extended and made whole. The waters of the whispering Nile Lisp of their loves a little while, Then break, like songsters, into sighing, Because the lazy days are dying; And swift and tawny streams must rise World’s world to fertilise. The lotos is afire for love, Its yearnings are immortal still ; But in its bosom, fed thereof, Lust, like a child, will have his will. Immortal fervour, strangely blent With mystic sensual sacrament, Fills up its cup; its petals tremble With faint de…
…no harbourage may find, will hatred cease to be. “ The state of hate doth not abate by hate in any clime or time, But hate will cease if love increase,” so smoothly runs the ancient rhyme. (I have imitated the punning of the Pali by the repeated rhymes, which further gives the flavor of the Old English proverbial saw.) The truth that “ here we all must die ” those others do not comprehend ; But some perceiving it, for them all discords find an utter end. Sodden * with passion, unrestrained his senses (such an one we see), Immoderate in the food…
…sed from that prison ; From all that ruin am I risen! Pure still, the virgin moon beguiles My azure passage with her smiles. Now! O what love divine redeems My death, and bathes it in her beams! What sacring transubstantiates My flesh and blood, and incarnates The quintessential Pan? What shore Stretches beyond this secret door? Hail! O thou sevenfold star of green, Thou fourfold glory—all this teen Caught up in ecstasy—a boon To pass me singing through the moon! Nay! I knew not what glory shone Gold from the breathless bliss beyond: But this I…
…sed from that prison ; From all that ruin am I risen! Pure still, the virgin moon beguiles My azure passage with her smiles. Now! O what love divine redeems My death, and bathes it in her beams! What sacring transubstantiates My flesh and blood, and incarnates The quintessential Pan? What shore Stretches beyond this secret door? Hail! O thou sevenfold star of green, Thou fourfold glory—all this teen Caught up in ecstasy—a boon To pass me singing through the moon! Nay! I knew not what glory shone Gold from the breathless bliss beyond: But this I…
XLII PROEM. For as I love with spirit and with sense I nauseate at this crawling crapulence, Our whole state, summed in one supreme enigma, Solved (in a second) by a simple Σ. Monstrous conjunctions with black man and brute Level our ladies with the prostitute : Our spinsters chaste in criminal abortion, And matrons with the pox for marriage portion ; Husbands who pimp all day for their young wives, Athletes from Oxford, pathic all their lives, Who sport the “ so ” coat, the sotadic necktie, And lisp their filthy pun “ Mens conscia recti ” ! Pr…
…e mine; the whole | sea’s plades And hills and springs are void of my Apollo— The Sea herself my tune and my desire ! The Sun himself my lover and my lyre! CHORUS. This song is sweeter than the honeycomb. MEDEA. Nearly as sweet as good friends quarrelling. JASON. Look, friends, methinks I see a silvern shape Like faint mist floating on the farthest sea. MEDEA. I see a barren rock above the tides. JASON. I hear a sound like water whispering. MEDEA. I hear a harsh noise like some ancient crone Muttering curses. JASON. Now [I hear a song. "Tis lik…
…o all the black To gladden it, O then the solemn hush Of morning shall behold the silent grave, And wait a moment in rich worshipping Of Love, creator of the world’s delight, Till the full chorus of the spirits of fire, Whose mighty shoulders and wide-flashing wings Bear the proud sun from his luxurious bed Of rosy fleeces in the West low lying Into the staircase of the jealous day, Burst on the silence of the world beyond And bid the listening poet catch the strain Of their half-echoed hymn. But come, my friends, 33
…laid Her tender body on the sloping field, And felt her sighs in his embraces yield A sweeter music than all birds. But she, Lost in the love she might not know, may see No further than his face, and yet, aware Of her own fate, resisted like a snare Her own soft wishes. As she looked and saw His eager face, the iron rod of law
God’s constant affection. 89 XXI THE LOVE POTION Whoso hath fair Habib to sing and play1 May scoff at all the jinseng of Cathay.2 That naked podex knows a sacred spell To exorcise the Jinn that bring decay. One glance, one touch, and acorn springs to oak— God sees the daystar, and invokes the day. If Suleiman3 with all his concubines From dusk to dawn consecutively lay, Yet at thy buttock’s velvet, O Habib, That man would rise erect from mudded clay. Bid thou the Qazi to thine house ; I ween That he would sprout a member on the way. Or didst th…
…! Ah ! came that undulant light from over or from under ? XIII It matters not. Come, change ! Come, woe! Come, mask ! Drive Light, Life, Love into the deep ! In vain we labour at the loathsome task Not knowing if we wake or sleep ;