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…greet Thee humbly on their knees With—Hail, O holy Mary. Thy mystic mercy as a Dove Let overshadow us above ! Receive us to Thy House or Love Who hail Thee holy Mary ! Amen. 46
…s, and for the softness of their heads, I taught them Magick. Teach us Your real secret, Master! how to become invisible, how to acquire love, and thousand pounds. This did I deign to accept, and whispered in his ear this secret: A SUCKER IS BORN EVERY MINUTE.
…We are sightless and dumb. ORPHEUS. More frail than your friends, The clouds borne above, The light of thee blends With the moon and her love. Thy spirit descends As a white-throated dove. Come forth! I invoke thee, O mist, and make me a sharer thereof ! THE MIsT. From valleys of violet My shadow hath kissed, From low-lying islet, A vision of mist, The voice of my pilot Steals soft to insist. O azure of sky, let Me pass to the tryst ! I hear the low voice of my love ; and I rest A maid on his breast. ORPHEUS. Thou child of soft wind And the lum…
…setting sun, The shattered sun ; it shall not rise again ! No resurrection to the trampled flower, No hope to angels watching as in vain Love—lies—slain ! Madness and Terror and the deadly mood of Fortitude, A misbegotten brood Of all things shameful—O the desolate eyes Of the cold Christ enthroned! The weep- ing heaven Answers for angels: the oppressive skies See them dislink from bodily form and shape, Unloved and unforgiven, Unwept, unpenitent, unshriven! Their hell of horror knows no gate of any escape. This tragedy is terrible to me. Even …
…e for me one wreath? Were I now dead and free to travel far Whither I will, ah me! Not whither I must—were there no avatar Drawn like my love from some close kindred star? No shape seen on the sea? Were I now free of this intense desire, By swift magician power I might fly westward shod with wings of fire And find my love, and in her arms expire, Or wed her for an hour. (Not for an hour as man, but even as God Whose day is like an aeon. Love hath nor station, stage, nor period : But is at once in his inane abode Beneath the spring Dircean.) Ala…
56 THE STAR IN THE WEST Who could withstand the sweet witchery of such a lover's wooing ? least of all Archais ; her breast , re luctant yet helpless , heaves with a soft passion , no wise understood , her pulse quickens , she speaks , he is en thralled : the piercing flame Of love struck through him , till his tortured mind Drove his young limbs , the wolf that hunts the hind , Far through the forest . 1 And then again bursts from his lips the enraptured song : Ere the grape of joy is golden With the summer and the sun , Ere the maidens unbeho…
…at — what waters can put out our fire? So we amused ourselves with cunning brisk Careful arrangements to forget each other, You cut that love-curl from your neck at risk ‘ Of comment — at the slightest — from your mother. You gave it me — God forget me, dear girl, When I forget to treasure up that curl! — 56 — Vil Your loveliness should help me to forget you ; Your murmurous” I love you " like soft bees Humming should help ; although my kisses fret you, They are intended but to give you ease, And help you to forget me; then, the fixed Ardent in…
…character, a devotion without comedy and without emphasis, a sweetness without weakness, an energy without violence. The his- tory of my love resembles an interminable voyage upon a pure and polished surface like a mirror, monotonous enough to make one giddy, which would have reflected all my sen- timents and my gestures with the ironical ex- actitude of my own consciousness, so that I could never permit myself a gesture or an un- reasonable sentiment without immediately per- ceiving the mute reproach of my inseparable spectre. Love appeared to…
…greet Thee humbly on their knees With—Hail, O holy Mary. Thy mystic mercy as a Dove Let overshadow us above ! Receive us to Thy House or Love Who hail Thee holy Mary ! Amen. 46
…ntless papyri writ with woes of kings and sages woman-wrecked, and many a map of towns and temples torn and trampled beneath the feet of Love, their ashes smouldering still, and smoky with song to witness how Astarte’s breath had kindled and consumed them. Extinguished empires owned that their doom was the device of Venus, her ven geance on virility. 1 [The mathematician Jules-Henri Poincare (1854-1912). Crowley read his works in the original French; they have since been translated.] By Paul sat Buddha smiling, Ananda’s arm about his neck, whi…
LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. Involving self in self, and light in light. And this was not a pain, but peaceable Like young-eyed love, reviving; it consumed And consecrated and made savour sweet To our changed senses. And the dual self Of love grew less distinct and I began To feel her heart in mine, her lips in mine, Her spirit absolutely one with mine. Then mistier grew the sense of God without, And consciousness denied external things, And God was I, and nothing might exist, Subsist, or be at all, outside of Me, Myself Existence of Existences.. ¢ # …
…ugh" the Grades of A:. A : . . The Grades confirm your attainments as you make them; then, the new tasks appear. See One Star in Sight . Love is the law, love under will. Fraternally, 666
…y, and all such as are pure of heart ; Thy crown, Adulah, wears a double flower Of these fair blossoms wreathed in one device Of perfect love in perfect maidenhood. JARED [recovering himself). Nay, but my voice must fill the song of joy With gratitude, and meet thanksgiving. Me More than these others it beseems, who love Less dearly for their innocence than I, Pardoned of my unpardonable sin. ADULAH. The flowers turn westerward; the sun is down Almost among those clouds that kiss the sea With heavy lashes drooping over it, A mother watching her…
Since you love rest so much while contem- plating movement, would you like to come and live in Holland, the land that brings happiness? Perhaps you would find amusement in that country, whose picture you have so often ad- mired in museums. What do you say to Rotter- dam, you who love forests of masts, and the ships moored alongside the houses? My soul remains dumb. Would Batavia smile on you perhaps more sweetly? There we should find the spirit of Europe wedded to the beauty of the tropics. Not a word. Can my soul be dead? Are you then come to …
…y Anubi ! XI Swift-winged Stability, Lifting the earth and sky, Hold me up utterly, Keep me, O Shuwe ! XII Virginal Queen of Earth, Late love, and last of birth, Loose, loose the golden girth, Nephthys, the crowned one ! XIII Hail, crowned Harpocrates, Shew, shew thy secrecies, Lotus-throned silences, Typhon’s replacer !
…n the Oath, witch-moon of blood, dread moon! Let all thy stryges and thy ghouls attend! He that endureth even to the end Hath sworn that Love’s own corpse shall lie at noon Even in the coffin of its hopes, and spend All the force won by its old woe and stress In now annihilating Nothingness, This chapter is called Imperial Purple and A Punic War.
…lightest idea of what is meant) which is without condition of any kind, and therefore represents in perfection the consummation of Yoga. Love is the law, love under will. 1In coitu, of course.ED. 2One Yeats-Brown. What are Yeats? Brown, of course, and Kennedy. 3Some Great Thinker once said: 'Time marches on.' What felicity of phrase!
…nd valiant record of a very noble life, How surely and steadily has Mrs, Besant moved, urged by the one un- selfish thought, high-minded love for humanity, from her Eden through the hell of revolt to the Paradise that so few earn! And she is still fighting in the flesh, though her spirit has its peace. Priceless and unenvied reward of suffering ! True it is, that the chosen of the Masters must leave all. The lightest breeze can stir the Feather of our Lady Maat; there must be no breath of passion or of thought, if we would live in those Halls o…
…nd valiant record of a very noble life, How surely and steadily has Mrs, Besant moved, urged by the one un- selfish thought, high-minded love for humanity, from her Eden through the hell of revolt to the Paradise that so few earn! And she is still fighting in the flesh, though her spirit has its peace. Priceless and unenvied reward of suffering ! True it is, that the chosen of the Masters must leave all. The lightest breeze can stir the Feather of our Lady Maat; there must be no breath of passion or of thought, if we would live in those Halls o…
…et the tune ; I fear to cast the throw. ORLANDO. Set back the rising moon ! Fate marches : who says no ? Death broods upon the tide, and love beams far and wide ; You my betrothèd brideathwart her corpse I stride ! Hide there beneath the porch ! Ill strike upon the bell, Kindle the fatal torch to light her soul to hell. [He strikes the bell. MAGDALENA appears at the window, dressed. My Magdalena ! You are ready ? Loves the tune ! Bare me your beauty to the night and the lagoon ! MAGDALENA. I am ready. [She disappears. ORLANDO. To meet God ! …