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…d The rhythmic praises of the Lord ? All beasts that grow from dust at last Give back to dust the growth they got , Yet gender ere their time be past Seed of their kind that faileth not ; And man who ponders , who repeats Songs which the mind of God rehearse , Sprung from the dust in death completes The balance of the Universe . 117
…xplanations. "Then there is the elaborate method of cross-correspondences: I won't bore you with that; Brother Cyril will have plenty of time to talk to you at Naples." Lisa sat up with a shock. Despite her interest in the subject, her brain had tired. The last words galvanized her. "I shall explain after lunch," continued the mystic, lighting a third Partaga; "meanwhile, I have wandered slightly from the subject, as you were too polite to remark. I was going to show you how a soul with a weak hold on its tenant could be expelled by another; ho…
…ark night-wings glow With iridescent indigo, Shot with some violet ray ; And all the vision flames across the horizon The millionth of no time—and when we say: Hail !—Thou art gone! The Moon is dark beside thy crown ; the Sun Seems a pale image of thy body bare; And for thine hair Flash comets lustrous with the dewfall rare Of tears of that most memorable One, The radiant Queen, the veiléd Paphiani The wings of light divine Beneath thy body shine ; The invisible Rayed with some tangible flame, Seeking to formulate a name,
…ark night-wings glow With iridescent indigo, Shot with some violet ray ; And all the vision flames across the horizon The millionth of no time—and when we say: Hail !—Thou art gone! The Moon is dark beside thy crown ; the Sun Seems a pale image of thy body bare; And for thine hair Flash comets lustrous with the dewfall rare Of tears of that most memorable One, The radiant Queen, the veiléd Paphiani The wings of light divine Beneath thy body shine ; The invisible Rayed with some tangible flame, Seeking to formulate a name,
…curled Upon myself, with petals still, still furled. .. . Over the plains of Art with scornful feet And trailing amber robes, a nymph of time Floats, nimbly fleet Before the vision, And in derision She mocks me for my rime, Mocks me with song most sweet, Most utterly sweet, and I, Who have slain the shells Of the gods who haunted me And flaunted me, Lie, Listening to the spells That she hath woven about me. Yea! should she flout me, 151
…curled Upon myself, with petals still, still furled. .. . Over the plains of Art with scornful feet And trailing amber robes, a nymph of time Floats, nimbly fleet Before the vision, And in derision She mocks me for my rime, Mocks me with song most sweet, Most utterly sweet, and I, Who have slain the shells Of the gods who haunted me And flaunted me, Lie, Listening to the spells That she hath woven about me. Yea! should she flout me, 151
…r, Fire, and Water‐the three Mother letters of the Hebrew al‐ phabet. This pyramid is situated in the great Sea of Binah in the Night of Time, but the sea is solidified; hence the colours of the back‐ ground are mottled, a cold thin dark grey with a pat‐ tern of indigo and green. The sides of the pyramid have a strong reddish tint, showing the in‐ fluence of Mars.
…In that state I am equally confident that my normal consciousness is invalid. But as m y dream s occupy a relatively small portion of my time, and as the law of causa- tion seems suspended, and as their vividness is less than that of ordinary consciousness, and above all, as in the great majority of cases I can s how a caus e, dating from my waking hours, for the dream, I have four strong reasons (the first explanatory to some extent of my reasons for accepting the others) for concluding that the dream is fictitious. But what of the “ dreamless…
…y see thy colour, Reds killing roses, greens blaspheming grass. O thou art simply perfect, don’t you know ? Than thee all masters of old time are duller, O artiste of the Quartier Montparnasse ! [This parody on the style of my own poems on the Art of Rodin was written to furnish the subject of it with a critical eulogium for domestic use. May she forgive one who has not less a sincere admiration for her work be-cause he is capable of a jest at its expense !—A. C.] 162
…ugh the adamant, to fill The gardens of the Lord With music, that the air be still, Dumb to its mighty chord. I stand above the tides of time And elemental strife ; My figure stands above, sublime, Shadowing the Key of Life, And the passion of my mighty rime Divides me as a knife. For secret symbols on my brow, And secret thoughts within, Compel eternity to Now, Draw the Infinite within.
occupy the samc space at the same time without interferîng wkh each other or losing their outlines. In that Light, objects can change their appearance completely without suffering change of Nature. The same thing can reveal itself in an infinité number of different aspects5 in fart, it iden¬ tifies itself by so doing, much as a writer or a painter reveals himself in a succession of novels or pictures, each of which is wholly himself and nothing else, but himself under varied conditions, though each appears utterly différent from its fellows. In…
…destiny of man : The desperate plan Made by the Ancient One, to keep His power. Limits He set, made space unsearchable Yet bounded, made time endless to transcend Man's thought to comprehend : Builded the Tower Of life, and girded it with walls of hell, The name of Death. This limit in all things Baffles the spirit wings, Chains the swift soul ; for even Death is bound. In its apparent amplitude I saw, I, who have slept through death, have surely found The old accursed law. And death has changed to life. This task alone Shoots to the starry thr…
… me no longer in the night : Pity the creature of thy mind : Give back the warmth , give back the light . A thousand , thousand years of time I drank men 's blood , I drew their thought : Dwelt in an ecstasy sublime , And what I would superbly wrought . And man that made me , weeting not The thing he fashioned did believe Himself the creature , his the lot And mine the power his lot to give . Give back the genial warmth once more Of living blood from living veins , The incomparable light restore The living thought of living brains ." 112
…with one or two elucidatory insertions) the note originally made by Me on this subject. May 14, 1919, 6:30 p.m. All elements must at one time have been separate—that would be the case with great heat. Now when the atoms get to the Sun, when we get to the Sun, we get that immense, extreme heat, and all the elements are themselves again. Imagine that each atom of each element possesses the mem ory of all his adventures in combination. By the way, that atom, fortified with that memory, would not be the same atom; yet it is, because it has gained …
…tly seduced. After a series of violent scenes in Bombay, the half-breed accepted the situation and all three travelled together for some time in the hills. Ratan Devi possessed a strange seductive beauty and charm, but above all an ear so accurate and a voice so perfectly trained, that she was able to sing Indian music, which is characterized by half and quarter tones imperceptible to most European ears. His idea was to bring her out to New York. He introduced himself to me, knowing my reputation on Asiatic religions and Magick. I invited them …
56 THE TALE OF ARCHAIS Of being cast beneath the hoof of Time) And answered her : O mightiest, O sublime White deity of heaven, a swamp is know To me, so vile, so more than venomous grown With filthy weeds ; yea, all lewd creatures swarm Its airless desolation through ; and warm Sick vapours of disease do putrefy Its feverish exhalations ; yet do I With some fond band of loyal worshippers Often draw thither ; and black ministers Of mine therein do office ; I have seen This being cursed of Zeus, a snake unclean With its unholy neighbourhood ; …
…E NOBLE EIGHTFOLD PATH . . . . THE TWILIGHT OF THE GERMANS . THE THREE REFUGES . CONCLUSION THE EXCLUDED MIDDLE; OR, THE SCEPTIC REFUTED TIME EPILOGUE PAGE 233 244 244 245 246 249 249 250 252 254 256 258 259 260 . 262 267 283
…ay from me. I see it once; no need to tell me twice! II. Some Yankee yelled—I tag it to a rime— ‘* You can’t fool all the people all the time.” 39
…k to night ; The white and black are woven in gray, Faint sleep of silken light. A strange soft light about me shed Devours the sense of time : Hovers about my sleepy head Some sweet persistent rime. Beneath my breast my love may hear Deep murmur of the billows O gather me to thee, my dear, On soft forgetful pillows ! O gather me in arms of love As maidens plucking posies,
…rment of the forward still Immune from grief, intolerant of ill, Fronting the double foe — of pain and joy — With equal eye — in the meantime — Dear boy, Wake ! Let us revel it the while we may, Love dawning ever with the dawning day. Wake, brothers, sisters ! It is time to stir. The owl, the night-hawk, sad and sinister,