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IN THE GARDEN OF PAN
Published in the U.K. Vanity Fair London, England 1 July 1908 (page 20)
Praise Eros wittily! Praise Eros well! Tripping it prettily Down through the dell! Joyous and eager Our tresses adorning, Away to beleaguer The city of morning!
Away to the leap to The soft-smiling pool Whose kisses shall creep to Us virginal cool! Race and bescatter The dew in the grass; The nymph and her satyr! The lad and his lass!
O blest is the laughter Of Arcady's groves That chases us after To delicate loves, The frolics, the fancies, The fires, the desires, The dives and the dances, The lutes and the lyres!
Follow, o follow, Sweet seed of the sun! Through the wood, through the hollow, The race is begun That shall fill the day up With the roses of pleasure, The rod—and the cup— And the crown of our treasure!
Sweet are our voices; Our bodies are bare; Their spirit rejoices Afloat in the air, Coiling and curling In maze of aeons Its vision unfurling A pageant of paeans!
Blessed be Love in his Palace of praise Whom we follow above in his Wonderful ways! Whom we follow above To the stars and the snows, Immaculate Love!— We adore thee, Eros!
Praise Eros wittily! Praise Eros well! Tripping it prettily Down through the dell! Joyous and eager Our tresses adoring, Away to beleaguer The city of morning!
The above poem is from the forthcoming “World’s Tragedy,” by Mr. Aleister Crowley, a small edition of which will be privately issued in August. |