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THE TWENTY-THIRD DAY “ He has strangled His language in his tears.” K. Hen. VIII My comedy has changed its blithe aspect To bitterest face of tragedy ; she said : “ Alas ! O soul of mine ! I am surely dead, Seeing my life is by a serpent wrecked Of sore disease : but spare me, and reflect That in few months I die : but were I wed— O lover ! O desire discomfited ! I die at once : consider, and elect.” How could I otherwise than spare my wife ? With tender lips and fingers one strong kiss Swooned slave-wise even before the gate of bliss, No more …
1910 · PDF PAGE 469
…gh he listened long, No shape of God or fiend or man, No whisper, groan, shriek, scream, or song Gave him to know it. Now it chanced One day Sir Palamedes rode Through a great wood whose leafage danced In the thin sunlight as it flowed From heaven. He halted in a glade, Bade his horse crop the tender grass; Put off his armour, softly laid Himself to sleep till noon should pass. 93
1910 · PDF PAGE 469
…gh he listened long, No shape of God or fiend or man, No whisper, groan, shriek, scream, or song Gave him to know it. Now it chanced One day Sir Palamedes rode Through a great wood whose leafage danced In the thin sunlight as it flowed From heaven. He halted in a glade, Bade his horse crop the tender grass; Put off his armour, softly laid Himself to sleep till noon should pass. 93
1913 · PDF PAGE 55
… VOYAGE . ( From Four Poems for Children .) DUT on your coat and come to my boat, 1 And I 'll row you away with me Till the land and the day are both far away And the night looks over the sea ; And the dim moonlight will show you a sight That only at night can be The lights that glow and glitter below When the dark is over the sea. And I shall row where the moonbeams throw A streak across the sea , And we'll follow the streak on the waters bleak To see what the end may be ; For it may be the home where the dreams come from , Or it may be a dead…
1929 · PDF PAGE 582
582 I must now explain the incident which let to Betty's temporary absence from the abbey from the Sunday evening before the Friday of her husband's death, till the following day. It is an absolute rule of the abbey not to attack people behind their backs. Betty had taken a frantic dislike to Sister Cypris and pestered us with complaints, not of anything definite that she did, but on general grounds. I happened to hear an outburst of this sort and put my foot down at once. I told Betty that we all agreed with her on many points, but it was none…
1922 · PDF PAGE 132
…ngth in a minute. Take the case of an eagle. What is it as long as it’s in the egg? Nothing but an egg with possibilities. And the first day it’s hatched you don’t expect it to fly to Neptune and back. Certainly not ! But every day, in every way, it gets better and better. And if I was ever tempted to flop and remember my base origin as a forked radish, why all I needed was a kiss from Lou, or a sniff of cocaine to put me back in Paradise. , I can’t tell you about those next twenty-four hours. Suffice it to say that all world’s records were bro…
1899 · PDF PAGE 3
…tion ! as the eagle aspires To match the sun’s own fires, Children of our land, hear the children of your sires. We stretch out hands to-day when the white wings Of Peace are spread beneath you and your foe. O race of men that slay the slaves of kings ! We, whom the foam-crowned ocean still enrings, We, whose strong freedom never brooked a blow, Hail you now victors, hail you of the sword Proved in the west the lord, Hail you, and bid you sound quick friendship and accord. T I
1899 · PDF PAGE 63
…God is glad thereat. PROPHET. I charge you in the name of God, go not ! ‘I see a mischief fallen on your souls Most bitter. Aye! an evil day is this If ye go forth with such a sacrifice, And vows most hideous in their consequence. SOLDIERS. It is the prophet of the Lord. JEPHTHAH. Possessed By Baal; scourge him hence; he lies, for God With powerful proof and many lightnings came Devouring up the offering at the altar. PROPHET. O Jephthah, it is thou on whom it falls, The sorrow grievous as thy life is dear. A SOLDIER. He is the prophet of the B…
1899 · PDF PAGE 95
THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 87 Such rock-ruins people me tribes and nations, Kings and queens and princes as pure as dawning, Brave as day and true ; and a happy people Lulled unto freedom ; Nations past the stormier times of tyrants, Past the sudden spark of a great rebellion, Past the iron gates that are thrust asunder Not without bloodshed : Past the rule of might and the rule of lying, Free from golds bad sceptre, and free to cherish Joys of life diviner than war and passion— Falsest of phantoms. Only now true love, like a sun of molten Glory, sur…
1903 · PDF PAGE 12
… to his little black Buddha-rupa. There was a calm like unto—might I say, an afterwards ? “ There is an end of joy and sorrow, Peace all day long, all night, all morrow,” he began drowsily. A shrill voice rose in a great curse. The hoarse anger of drunken harlotry snarled back. “ Not a drop more,” shouted my friend, adding many things*. It was time for my return. “ I will let them know,” I whispered. “ Good- bye.” “ ‘ There is not one thing with another ; But Evil saith to Good : ‘ My brother—’ ” he went on unheeding. I left him to his peace. M…
1903 · PDF PAGE 105
THE FORTY-THIRD DAY “ O theft most base That we have stolen what we do fear to keep.” Troilus and Cressida. Impossible that we shall ever part ! The heart shrinks back from thinking it, the mind Hates it, and prays as love is to be blind. Yet we know well that no magician’s art Can keep our two selves near their single heart. Self-mocked I urger her “ Come and leave behind All fear and friends and children : we shall find Love risen sole without a counterpart.” Even while I begged her, I well knew she must. We could not, loving to see her child…
1903 · PDF PAGE 108
THE FORTY-SIXTH DAY “ Because I love you, I will let you know : . . . . . . . my wife . . . . . . . . . . like a fountain with a hundred spouts Did run pure blood.” Julius Caesar. Was it a sense of uttermost relief We gladdened with, and bade our fears forget ? Was there no subtle fragrance of regret ? For me, at least, a pang of perfect grief ? Had it been otherwise, I would be chief And drive her to abandon all things yet In mere despair, that bye and bye shall get Young comfort in a babe beyond belief. God would not curse and bless us to suc…
1913 · PDF PAGE 75
Aleister Crowley . The moon is up full-orbed : she glides Striking a snaky ray Across the black resounding tides , The sepulchre of day. The moon is up : upon the prow We stand and watch the moon . A star is lustred on your brow ; Your lips begin a tune, A long , low tune of love that swells Little by little , and lights The overarching miracles Of Love's desire , and Night's. It swells, it rolls to triumph -song Through luminous black skies : Thrills into silence sharp and strong , Assumes its peace , and dies . There is the night : it covers …
1906 · PDF PAGE 228
… In the year of the Great Passing Over were signs and wonders seen of all men, O my Brethren, as it is written, and well known unto this day. And the first sign was of dancing: for every woman that was under the moon began to dance and was mad, so that headlong and hot-mouthed she flung herself down, desirous. Whence the second sign, that of musical inventions; for in that year, and of Rosewomen, came A and U and M,' the mighty musicians! And the third sign likewise, namely, of animals: for in that year every sheep had lambs thirteen, and every…
1898 · PDF PAGE 7
…ge like castles built of sand Until the sweet unchanging end. Happy not only that my eye Single and strong may win the sky, But that one day the birds that fly Heard your fair friendship call me by the name of friend. vii
1903 · PDF PAGE 81
THE TWENTY-SIXTH DAY “ I think the devil will not have me damned. . . . he would never else cross me thus.” Merry Wives of Windsor. This time she set her will against my will ; Swore that she would not come : in my despair I half believed her an enchantress fair Cruel as hell and dowered with subtle skill To strain my life out with her love, and kill My soul with misery : suddenly a rare Swift smile set shimmering all the ambient air, And then I knew she was my true love still. She would not come ? Why, were Hell’s portals fast Shut, as to Orph…
1904 · PDF PAGE 24
…n hardly of Heaven! Unspoken treasure of the abodes Beyond the lightning levin! No misery, no despair may pay The joy to hold thee for a day! JASON. Athena’s servant recks not much of Ares. PELIAS, Are thine eyes kindled at the golden thought? JASON. * Mine eyes see farther than the Fleece of Gold. PELIAS. What heroes can attain so fair a thing? JASON. I have some friends who would esteem this quest
1905 · PDF PAGE 133
…e the waterfall. There, steaming from the haze and mist Where dew is dashed in spray, Rises a halo sunrise-kissed And kissed at close of day From ruby unto amethyst, Within the veil of grey. And there within the circled light I saw a dancing thing, Most like the tender-leavéd night Of moonrise seen in spring, A shadow luminous and white Like a ghost beckoning. And then dim visions came to me, Faint memories of fear: As when the Argo put on sea Such stories we did hear, 134
1910 · PDF PAGE 225
…-of-murderess For thee, foul woman, cruel from idleness. To whet thy teeth at this ferocious play Thy rat-trap needs a mans heart every day. Thine eyes, lit up like shops or booths that flare When all the world keeps holiday, still glare, Using a borrowed power with insolence, Ignoring beautys law that lent them sense. Blind wheel and deaf, of Hell in travail curled ! Brave tool that drinks the blood of all the world ! Hast thou no shame ? and hast thou no alarm Whose mirror shows thee thy decaying charm ? Hath not the vastness of the evil th…
1913 · PDF PAGE 132
…ich rational criticism has been combined with unimpeachable scholarship, and a profound knowledge of Cere- monial Magic, as practised to-day in the Secret Houses of Adepts. Rosa Mundi. 16s. Rosa Inferni. 16s, Rosa Coeli. 16s, Each of these three contain a lithograph from a water-colour of Auguste Rodin. Gargoyles. 35. 6d. This book contains Mr. Crowley’s finest lyrics. Konx om Pax. Ios. The most remarkable treatise on the mystic path ever written. ** Yours alsois the Reincarnation and the Life, O laughing lion thatis to be.” “Here you have dist…