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Meredith Starr Diary Entry Monday, 1 August 1910
11 —12 p.m. Invoked Apollo by various means, and with some success. . . . The aura of the room became extremely powerful.
Wrote the following at 12.30.
Invoking Apollo. (obtained while invoking him Monday Aug 1/10.)
O sweet, sweet singer Of grave and gay, Thy light shall linger To point the way To the priceless pearls That glow and gleam Where the salt sea curls Round rocks that dream In caves of amber And pools of gold, Where mermaids chamber, And love is bold. For time is the song That lights the day; We have heard it long, Throbbing away By sea and river, By hill and dale, In reeds that shiver, And winds that wail, In storms that bluster, In breeze that sighs Where vine-leaves cluster Neath Southern skies.
O come in thy glory, Great God of the lyre! Thou fabled in story! Thou fountain of fire!
O come in thy splendour Of magical might! Thy singing shall render The universe bright!
The stars on thy forehead Shall flash in our night, And quicken the torrid, Pale land of delight With flashes of fire, And arrows of flame For those that desire The name of thy name!
Apollo, Apollo, Great God of the lyre! For ever we follow Thy measures of fire!
For ever and ever Thy music shall be The magical measure Our spirits to free!
For ever we dance to The sound of thy lyre, As sea-horses prance to The sea's great desire!
For ever and ever Thy song shall ascend, A rapturous measure, Of joy without end!
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