Household Gods by Aleister Crowley
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At dusk to the wild woods,
Mystic beatitudes That dure till dawn. Let life exclaim Against these things of spirit, Mankind that disinherit Of love's pure flame! [He bends before the altar and begins to weep.] Ye household gods! By these male tears I swear That ye shall grant this prayer. All things at odds Shall be put straight - Harmonized, reconciled By some appointed child Of some far Fate! [A curtain has been drawn aside during this invocation, and ALICIA advances. She smiles subtly upon him; and, giving a strange gesture, makes one or two noiseless steps of dancing.] ALICIA. Master still sad? CRASSUS. These faint and fearful shores Of time are beaten by the surge of sense, Love worn away - by love? - to indifference. |
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