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…e in pain. | PERCY. Esmé, I will come and talk to you in the moon- light. I want to say something that I couldn’t say before, because my heart choked me. ESME. Come out, Percy, the moon is so white, looking out of the black sky. The sky is quite black near the moon; only far down where there are no more bright stars it is a deep, deep blue. It is bluer and deeper than the sea. | .
…ear Uranian night ! O happy hours ! Will they be long returning on their track ? Will my gold mane grow grey and know them not ? Will my hearts fibers long endure the rack That tears them nowthe fear I am forgot ? Nay, but I fear not : I well know your lips Yearn over moor and marsh for me, your hand Misses no moment but its marble slips In your bright tunic, as the little ships That seek a harbour by some rocky strand, To take your pipe, and play at loves demand Some tender song I sung you long ago To lume again some first sweet maiden glow…
…nd I give nothing for the tawdry gems of style when the breast they would adorn is that of a breathing, living beauty of man’s love, the heart of all the world. Nor let us taint one sympathy with even a shadow of regret. Let us leave him where “ Sight nor sound shall war against him more, For whom all winds are quiet as the sun, All waters as the shore.” NOTE.—The sudden and tragic death of the Editor has necessitated the completion of his task by another hand. The introduction was, however, in practically its present form. xii
…ance companion, some soul damned afresh Since my redemption, that is vocal at all ; For I am wrapt away from light and call In the sweet heart of the red rose. My spirit only knows This woman and no more ; who would know more ? I, I am concentrate In the unshakable state Of constant rapture. Who should pour His ravings in the air for winds to whirl,
…ady of the luminous lake, Moving in magic mazes through the trees The sombre , swaying trees — light-lady , take A moment's murmurings ; heart -harmonies That break my breast : I kneel before thy knees , All humbly hesitant ; the silver shoon I crave to kiss make molten melodies To the Slow Nocturne of the Rising Moon . Oh lustrous Lady, for thy shadow 's sake Is slain my slumber, ended all my ease ; I dream at dawn , nor with the wild birds wake To dulcet day ; marred are mine images Of lost low lands , of secret summer seas , Where grave gold…
…nd guards the shore 3; The ocean, the bull-throated, evermore Roars; the vast wheel of heaven turns above, Its rim of pain, its jewelled heart of love ; Sun-waved, the eagle wing Of the air of feathered spring Royally sweeps, and on the musical marge Watches alone the man. O silvern shape and span Of moonlight, reaching over the grey, large Breast of the surf-bound strand, Life of the earth, God’s child, Man’s bride, the light of the sweet land ! Are emeralds ever a spark of this clear green, Or sapphires hints of this diviner blue, Or rubies s…
…e ghostliness of this ‘Unreal shuttle-game—the kiss ! Her moving body sobs above, And calls its lechery true love. Out from the flame of heart she plucks One flower of fiery light, and sucks Its essence up within her lips, And flings it into mine, and dips And bends her body, writhes and swims To link the velvet of our limbs, My drouthy passion worn and keen, And lusty life of Messaline. The heart’s blood in her boiling over She sucked from many a dying lover : The purple of her racing veins ILeapt from some soul’s despairing pains ; She drinks…
IMAGES OF LIFE 93 Its maddening measures in my heart and brain ! Is it that so the wheel may whirl again, That some dull devil in my ear may show me: ‘‘For John the Baptist’s head—so danced Salome !” ? VIII. Then, in God’s name forbear! It does not matter. Life, death, strength, weakness, are but idle chatter. Nothing is lost or gained, we know too well. For heaven they balance us an equal hell. We discard both; an infinite Universe Remains; we sum it up—an infinite curse. So—amIaman? I lack my wife’s embrace. Am I outworn? I see the harlot’s f…
…soul in its splendour is mute. Though the height of the hill be deserted, The soul of a man has its mate ; With the wide sky skirted his heart is reverted To commune with Fate. Far flings out the spur to the sunset ; Its help to the hope of the sun That all be unfolded if one set, That none be apart from the One ; And the sweep of the wings of the weather, Marked bright with the silvery ghylls For flickering feather, brings all things together To nest in the hills. Like a great bird poised in the æther, The mountain keeps watch over earth, On t…
…he abundance of air. I fail : I am sinking : O Thou, be my friend ! Bear me up ! Bear me up ! Bear me up to the end ! Now ! Now ! In the heart of the bliss beyond being The None is involved in the One that, unseeing, Dashes its infinite splendour to death Beyond light, beyond love, beyond thought, beyond breath. Ah ! but my master ! the death of the sun — Break, break, the last veil ! It is done — It is done, He falls, as one dead, upon the grass. HERACLEITUS I bless these happy virgins, souls unstained, Through whose delight my darling hath at…
… no difference. 5. Help me, o warrior lord of Thebes, in my unveiling before the Children of men! 6. Be thou Hadit, my secret centre, my heart & my tongue! 7. Behold! it is revealed by Aiwass the minister of Hoor-paar- kraat. 8. The Khabs is in the Khu, not the Khu in the Khabs. 9. Worship then the Khabs, and behold my light shed over you! 10. Let my servants be few & secret: they shall rule the many & the known. 11. These are fools that men adore; both their Gods 8c their men are fools. 12. Come forth, o children, under the stars, & take your …
…pretty ankle. But the remedies suggested are worse than the disease. Exalt the courtesan to her proper place, bracket her name with sweetheart, wife and mother, names which are rightly dear to us, and you will find a tender heart beneath the scarlet dress, and a charming lovable woman in spite of public opprobrium, Neglect this, and all other propositions of reform spell—Muck! A, QUILLER. I like the legislation proposed by the blackguards of “ vigilance”; who, never having met a gentleman, think that everybody is an avaricious scoundrel —though…
…pretty ankle. But the remedies suggested are worse than the disease. Exalt the courtesan to her proper place, bracket her name with sweetheart, wife and mother, names which are rightly dear to us, and you will find a tender heart beneath the scarlet dress, and a charming lovable woman in spite of public opprobrium, Neglect this, and all other propositions of reform spell—Muck! A, QUILLER. I like the legislation proposed by the blackguards of “ vigilance”; who, never having met a gentleman, think that everybody is an avaricious scoundrel —though…
me: then expect the direful judgments of Ra- Hoor-Khuit! 53. This shall regenerate the world, the little world my sister, my heart and my tongue, unto Whom I send this kiss. Also, O scribe and prophet, though thou be of the princes, it shall not assuage thee nor absolve thee. But ecstasy be thine and joy of earth: ever To me! To me ! 54. Change not as much as the style of a letter; for behold! thou, Ο prophet, shalt not behold all these mysteries hidden therein. 55. The child of thy bowels, he shall behold them. 56. Expect him not from the East…
…one; the night is come; The lads and lasses sink, awaiting Some climax—oh, how tense and dumb The expectant hush intoxicating! Hush! the heart’s beat! Across the moor Some dreadful god rides fast, be sure ! The listening Palamede bites through His thin white lips—what hoofs are those? Are they the Quest? How still and blue The sky is! Hush—God knows—God knows ! Then on a sudden in the midst of them Is a swart god, from hoof to girdle a goat, Upon his brow the twelve-star diadem And the King’s Collar fastened on his throat. Thrill upon thrill co…
…one; the night is come; The lads and lasses sink, awaiting Some climax—oh, how tense and dumb The expectant hush intoxicating! Hush! the heart’s beat! Across the moor Some dreadful god rides fast, be sure ! The listening Palamede bites through His thin white lips—what hoofs are those? Are they the Quest? How still and blue The sky is! Hush—God knows—God knows ! Then on a sudden in the midst of them Is a swart god, from hoof to girdle a goat, Upon his brow the twelve-star diadem And the King’s Collar fastened on his throat. Thrill upon thrill co…
…st half foot and the second foot : Come, save me, save thy maiden ! Strike each barbèd dart Home to the grave convent and cloister of my heart, 9. After the fifth foot : Last, to the lords who by their attitude applaud This day of burial to faction, feud, and fraud.
…TEP. I am most miserable. But truth must leap In this tremendous moment from my lips, Its long-shut barrier. For I pity thee With my old heart’s whole pity. Thou art young, And beautiful, and proud, and dear to me, Whom I have served thy life through. Now that love Demands a deadlier service—to speak truth. Thou art not Horus, but a man as I. CHORUS. Thou art not Horus, buta man. Thy life Is not of the immortals, but, as ours, Stands at the summons of the hooded death. PACHAD. Speak! I have this much of a god in me— I am not shaken at your crie…
…l, Nay, tore Thy vesture from Thee, and behold ! Then only did I see what mystery, What ninefold forest, shade impassible, Surrounds Thy heart, as with a core of light Shut in the mystery of a dead world. Thou formless sense of gloom and terror ! Thou Upas, new tree of life—by sinister 38
…UNIVERSE, DERIVED BY DOCTOR JOHN DEE THROUGH THE SKRYING OF SIR EDWARD KELLVI PART IL THE FORTV-EIGHT CALLS 99 STEPNEY 129 THE TELL-TALE HEART. ADAPTED FROM THE STORY OF E. A. POE, Βγ ALEISTER CROWLEY x31 SORITES 142 A DESCRIPTION OF THE CARDS OF THE TAROT, WITH THEIR ATTRIBUTIONS; INCLUDING A METHOD OF DIVINATION BY THEIR USE 143 ON—ON—“POET” ... ELDER EEL "5 THE SPADGER 230 To PERSIS :31 WAITE’S WET OR THE BACKSLIDER’S RETURN 233 MY CRAPULOUS CONTEMPORARIES NO. VI. AN OBITUARY 243 THE NEW EVELYN HOPE 250 REVIEWS 253 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS meme…