[This short poem is taken from page 52 of the February 1918 edition of "The International". Although no author is attributed to the poem, the content and style would suggest it to be the work of Crowley. This version was prepared for S.P.R.T. on the 17th of September 2000 e.v. -S.Crane]
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The scarlet velvet clasped with star sapphires Hangs like the sunset from the virgin throat Upon the golden armor. Melilote Upon the waters mad with phallic fires Of day, the strong exultant face aspires The spiritual breath. The firm hands dote Upon the cloven chalice - see! there smote Therein The Substance, sum of God's desires. Chalcedony and coral and chrysoprase! Quintessence of the life of moon and sun Ablaze, abloom, ablush, Hilarion, Within the compass of thy crimson Vase! Lo! on my knees I crave the Sacrament. . . . Lo! in my being buds the World's Event! |