42 That pallid God with face averted, that God of subtlety and laughter, that young Doric God, him will I serve.
43 For the end thereof is torment unspeakable.
44 Better the loneliness of the great grey sea!
45 But ill befall the folk of the grey land, my God!
46 Let me smother them with my roses!
47 Oh Thou delicious God, smile sinister!
48 I pluck Thee, O my God, like a purple plum upon a sunny tree. How Thou dost melt in my mouth, Thou consecrated sugar of the Stars!
49 The world is all grey before mine eyes; it is like an old worn wine-skin.
50 All the wine of it is on these lips.
51 Thou hast begotten me upon a marble Statue, O my God!
52 The body is icy cold with the coldness of a million moons; it is harder than the adamant of eternity. How shall I come forth into the light?
53 Thou art He, O God! O my darling! my child! my plaything! Thou art like a cluster of maidens, like a multitude of swans upon the lake.
54 I feel the essence of softness.
55 I am hard and strong and male; but come Thou! I shall be soft and weak and feminine.
56 Thou shalt crush me in the wine-press of Thy love. My blood shall stain Thy fiery feet with litanies of Love in Anguish.
57 There shall be a new flower in the fields, a new vintage in the vineyards.
58 The bees shall gather a new honey; the poets shall sing a new song.
59 I shall gain the Pain of the Goat for my prize; and the God that sitteth upon the shoulders of Time shall drowse.
60 Then shall all this which is written be accomplished: yea, it shall be accomplished.
IV
1 I am like a maiden bathing in a clear pool of fresh water.
2 O my God! I see Thee dark and desirable, rising through the water as a golden smoke.
3 Thou art altogether golden, the hair and the eyebrows and the brilliant face; even into the finger-tips and toe-tips Thou art one rosy dream of gold.
4 Deep into Thine eyes that are golden my soul leaps, like an archangel menacing the sun.
5 My sword passes through and through Thee; crystalline moons ooze out of Thy beautiful body that is hidden behind the ovals of Thine eyes.
6 Deeper, ever deeper. I fall, even as the whole Universe falls down the abyss of Years.
7 For Eternity calls; the Overworld calls; the world of the Word is awaiting us.
8 Be done with speech, O God! Fasten the fangs of the hound Eternity in this my throat!
9 I am like a wounded bird flapping in circles.
10 Who knows where I shall fall?
11 O blessed One! O God! O my devourer!
12 Let me fall, fall down, fall away, afar, alone!
13 Let me fall!
14 Nor is there any rest, Sweet Heart, save in the cradle of royal Bacchus, the thigh of the most Holy One.
15 There rest, under the canopy of night.
16 Uranus chid Eros; Marsyas chid Olympas; I chid my beautiful lover with his sunray mane; shall I not sing?
17 Shall not mine incantations bring around me the wonderful company of the wood-gods, their bodies glistening with the ointment of moonlight and honey and myrrh?
18 Worshipful are ye, O my lovers; let us forward to the dimmest hollow!
19 There we will feast upon mandrake and upon moly!
20 There the lovely One shall spread us His holy banquet. In the brown cakes of corn we shall taste the food of the world, and be strong.
21 In the ruddy and awful cup of death we shall drink the blood of the world, and be drunken!
22 Ohe! the song to Iao, the song to Iao!
23 Come, let us sing to thee, Iacchus invisible, Iacchus triumphant, Iacchus indicible!
24 Iacchus, O Iacchus, O Iacchus, be near us!
25 Then was the countenance of all time darkened, and the true light shone forth.
26 There was also a certain cry in an unknown tongue, whose stridency troubled the still waters of my soul, so that my mind and my body were healed of their disease, self-knowledge.
27 Yea, an angel troubled the waters.
28 This was the cry of Him: IIIOOShBThIO-IIIIAMAMThIBI-II.
29 Nor did I sing this for a thousand times a night for a thousand nights before Thou camest, O my flaming God, and pierced me with Thy spear. Thy scarlet robe unfolded the whole heavens, so that the Gods said: All is burning: it is the end.
30 Also Thou didst set Thy lips to the wound and suck out a million eggs. And Thy mother sat upon them, and lo! stars and stars and ultimate Things whereof stars are the atoms.
31 Then I perceived Thee, O my God, sitting like a white cat upon the trellis-work of the arbour; and the hum of the spinning worlds was but Thy pleasure.
32 O white cat, the sparks fly from Thy fur! Thou dost crackle with splitting the worlds.
33 I have seen more of Thee in the white cat than I saw in the Vision of Aeons.
34 In the boat of Ra did I travel, but I never found upon the visible Universe any being like unto Thee!
35 Thou wast like a winged white horse, and I raced Thee through eternity against the Lord of the Gods.
36 So still we race!
37 Thou wast like a flake of snow falling in the pine-clad woods.
38 In a moment Thou wast lost in a wilderness of the like and the unlike.
39 But I beheld the beautiful God at the back of the blizzard - and Thou wast He!
40 Also I read in a great book.
41 On ancient skin was written in letters of gold: Verbum fit Verbum.
42 Also Vitriol and the hierophant's name V.V.V.V.V.
43 All this wheeled in fire, in star-fire, rare and far and utterly lonely - even as Thou and I, O desolate soul my God!
44 Yea, and the writing (insert image here) It is well. This is the voice which shook the earth.
45 Eight times he cried aloud, and by eight and by eight shall I count Thy favours, Oh Thou Elevenfold God 418!
46 Yea, and by many more; by the ten in the twenty-two directions; even as the perpendicular of the Pyramid—so shall Thy favours be.
47 If I number them, they are One.
48 Excellent is Thy love, Oh Lord! Thou art revealed by the darkness, and he who gropeth in the horror of the groves shall haply catch Thee, even as a snake that seizeth on a little singing-bird.
49 I have caught Thee, O my soft thrush; I am like a hawk of mother-of-emerald; I catch Thee by instinct, though my eyes fail from Thy glory.
50 Yet they are but foolish folk yonder. I see them on the yellow sand, all clad in Tyrian purple.
51 They draw their shining God unto the land in nets; they build a fire to the Lord of Fire, and cry unhallowed words, even the dreadful curse Amri maratza, maratza, atman deona lastadza maratza maritza - maran!
52 Then do they cook the shining god, and gulp him whole.
53 These are evil folk, O beautiful boy! let us pass on to the Otherworld.
54 Let