THE LEAVENWORTH TIMES

Leavenworth, Kansas, U.S.A.

30 June 1901

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Mr. Aleister Crowley is one of the new English minor poets, of whom something may be expected. The following little love poem, entitled Asmodel, has the true ring:

Only to me looks out for ever

From her cold eyes a fire like death;

Only to me her breasts can never

Lose the red brand that quickeneth;

Only to me her eyelids sever

And lips respire her equal breath:

Still in the unknown star I see

The very god that is of me.

The day's pale countenance is lifted,

The rude sun's forehead he uncovers;

No soft delicious clouds have drifted,

No wing of midnight's bird that hovers;

Yet still the hard blind blue is rifted,

And still my star and I as lovers

Yearn to each other through the sky

With eyes half closed in ecstasy.