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…e lies dead; none wakens him. Nor life nor death must touch him now: beware! ELEAZAR. Beware now, all ye old wise men, of this. For high things spoken and unjustly heard, Or heard and turned aside, are fruitless words, Or bear a blossom evil and abhorred, Lest God be mocked : consider well of this.
THE FORTY-FIRST DAY “ I am sick.” Antony and Cleopatra. How things are changed since Alice was so ill ! I, being in high fever, lay in bed, While my love smoothed the pillows for my head : Her calm looks christened me with dew to still All chance of fever to the soul, and fill My heart with pure love like a snowfall shed Meekly, a blossom where frail white and red Were never frenzied at some mad god’s will. She sat and gazed upon me all day long. Sometimes she held my hands ; then she would weep, And then stoop tenderly and kiss my lips, Or lul…
…gels will bring me the manna that cometh down from heaven. I am perfectly happy. It is sublime not to be de- pendent any more on earthly things. Keletiel came and told me to go and prophesy to Peter, so I will hide away the diary. I must think of a new place every time, else Peter will find out where I keep it, or the old man may be hunting around in his astral body and take it away. I have been very careful what I wrote ; but he might discover some of the secrets and ruin everything. There’s another trouble. I can only remember spiritual thing…
…r is Yod, the Father , Fire, the Wand, the Flame of Creative Genius. The Second is He, the Mother , Water, the Cup, the Sea to which all things tend ; it is the gift of pleasing, of absorbing , of drawing all things to oneself. The Third is Vau, the Son, the Sword , the moving, penetrating element , double in nature. For it is intellect , but also the result of Genius absorbed , interpreted , transmuted and applied through the virtue of the Cup to expand , to explain , to bring into conscious existence. And the Fourth is the He final, the Daugh…
…And asks to die > Because the sea will hear no hollow moan Beyond its own, Because the sea that kissed dead Sappho sings Of strange dark things— Shapes of bright breasts that purple as the sun Grows dark and dun, Of pallid lips more haggard for the kiss Of Salmacis, 77
Nay, let all light, all things, but cease! Sense is the seal of double rule. The million oracles that run Out of the mouth of God the fool are not myself. To nothing turn! To nothing look! Then, then !—discern Nothing, that one may one remain. So I am paid the horrible pain That these my brothers ordered me. I look upon their brows—I see Signs many and deep of torture past; A star, yon star, true peace at last. (There approach an aged man, riding upon an ass, with a led ass, and a Nubian servant.) The Adept. In the name of God, the One, the Gre…
…ed to the skies ! Pain and ruin and disease Praised, as if they made mine ease. Dead be dance and dream and revel ! Thought and courage, things of evil ! Corn and milk, wine and oil, The guerdon of degrading toil ! Life’s bright draught of honied leisure Soured to sick and tasteless pleasure. All the gracious grape degraded, To a fatuous foulness faded ; Ecstasy divinely deep Bartered for a brutal sleep In whose grunting crapulence They may forget the glory whence They came, and hide in a stinking slum
…ia. You are bold to trust me; of, have you divined ‘My secret? Crassus. No; the erystal of your mind Shows only faint disturbing images, Things passing strange, as if enchanted seas Kept their great swell upon it, and strange fish Played in its oily depths. Some monstrous wish, ‘The shadow of some unspeakable desire, Strikes my heart cold, and sets my brain on fire. Aurcra. Learn this, as we pass through the portico: Fear nothing; there is nothing you can know! And by these terraces and steps that gleam Wintry, although the summer night is hot,…
I'll give you an address to send my things to, she said, and walked out of the garden. Theodore Bugg sat stunned. Holy things, she had said. She called that lustful French photograph holy! Was this Original Sin; or was it that strange new thing people were talking aboutwhat was it? Ah! heredity. Heredity? His secret sin become her open infamy? Truly the sins of the fathers were visited on the children! By this time he was upstairs and in his bedroom. He must destroy the accursed thing; he must destroyAh! yes. He had contaminated Gertrude …
…, moribund manner. It is the card of the Dying God; its importance in the present pack is merely that of the Cenotaph. It says: “If ever things get bad like that again, in the new Dark Ages which appear to threaten, this is the way to put things right.” But if things have to be put right, it shows that they are very wrong. It should be the chiefest aim of the wise to rid mankind of the insolence of self‐sacrifice, of the calamity of chastity; faith must be slain by certainty, and chastity by ecstasy. In the Book of the Law it is written: “Pity …
…vail thee in this; for from the dust shall a white ash be prepared by Hermes the Invisible. 17. And this is the wrath of God, that these things should be thus. 18. And this is the grâce of God, that these things should be thus. 19. Wherefore I charge you that ye corne unto me in the Beginning; for if ye take but one step in this Path, ye must arrive inevitably at the end thereof. 20. This Path is beyond Life and Death; it is also beyond Love, but that ye know not, for ye know not Love. 21. And the end thereof is known not even unto Our Ladv, J …
self-sacrificed; and every man who is unfaithful to himself is not only at war with the sum of things, but his own comrades turn upon him to destroy him, to crush out his individuality and energy, to assimilate him to their own pullulating mass. It is indeed the power of the Roman Empire which erects the Cross on Calvary; but there must needs be Caiaphas and Herod, so blind that they crush out their own one hope of salvation from that iron tyranny; and also a traitor among those who once "left all and followed" the Son of Man. And who shall den…
…ld go to sleep, because there wasn’t any eye lid. On the sides were written I.N.R.l. and T.A.R.O., which mean many strange and beautiful things, and terrible things too. I should think any one would be afraid to hurt any one who wore that ring. It is all cut out of an amethyst, and my Fairy Prince said: “Whenever you want me, look into the ring and call me ever so softly by my name, and kiss the ring, and worship it, and then look ever so deep down into it, and I will come to you.” So I made up a pretty poem to say every time I woke up, for you…
…e lies dead; none wakens him. Nor life nor death must touch him now: beware! ELEAZAR. Beware now, all ye old wise men, of this. For high things spoken and unjustly heard, Or heard and turned aside, are fruitless words, Or bear a blossom evil and abhorred, Lest God be mocked : consider well of this.
…ase listen with proper respect To a serious ballade or two! The sprinkling of thought I am seeding May gather, take root, and reject The things that would hinder its breeding (Comme il faut, that’s to say, and correct) 37
…hat is Thou. For blazing in Thy blessed womb Glitters the CHRIST, a star of doom To cast the stars of evil kings Into the blind abyss of things. Hail, Mary, hail ! Thou didst conceive The Holy Child whom we believe. Draw Thou our loyal spirits hence In rapture and in reverence ! Still be the beatific balm To heal, to comfort, and to calm ! Still make to bud the barren rod, And bring our spirits back to GOD ! Amen. W 5
THE DREAMER In the grey dim Dawn where the Souls Unborn May look on the Things to Be ; A tremulous Shade, a Thing Unmade, Stood Lost by the silent Sea; And shuddering fought the o’erwhelming thought Of Its own Identity. Is the frenzied form that derides the storm A ghost of the days to Be? And the restless wave but the troubled grave Of Its own dread Imagery? Or merely a wraith cast up without faith From the jaws of a Phantom Sea? To his Love Unborn in that grey dim Dawn Did the Shade of the Dreamer flee; Nor marked he the Flood where the Visio…
THE DREAMER In the grey dim Dawn where the Souls Unborn May look on the Things to Be ; A tremulous Shade, a Thing Unmade, Stood Lost by the silent Sea; And shuddering fought the o’erwhelming thought Of Its own Identity. Is the frenzied form that derides the storm A ghost of the days to Be? And the restless wave but the troubled grave Of Its own dread Imagery? Or merely a wraith cast up without faith From the jaws of a Phantom Sea? To his Love Unborn in that grey dim Dawn Did the Shade of the Dreamer flee; Nor marked he the Flood where the Visio…
I38 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. Had never been. Yet to this keen Sight, to this sleuth-hound scent for subtle truth, The essential youth Of all things is corrupt. I will away Into the mystic palaces of Pan Hidden from day, Hidden from man, Awaiting there the coming of the Sphinx Whose genius drinks The poison of this pestilence, and saves The world from all its lords and slaves. Ho ! for his chariot-wheels that whirl afar ! His hawk’s eye flashing through the silver star ! Upon the heights his standard shall be plant Free, equal, passionate, pagan, do…
… Shall these then obey me and hear? Shall Above, the supernal ! Below, the infernal ! Of all am I master. On Earth, the diurnal ! In all things eternal ! Life, love, or disaster ! Abiding unshaken, I sleep and I waken On wonderful wings; In depth and in height, In darkness and light, In weakness and might, In blindness and sight, In mercy and spite, In day and in night, Averse or aright, For dule or delight, I am master of things. ORPHEUS. O mother, I fear me! The might of the lyre ! They tremble to hear me, The powers of the fire. Come near me…