THE MUSE

Published in the U.K. Vanity Fair

London, England

6 January 1909

(page 22)

O thou who art throned by the well

That feeds the celestial streams!

O daughter of heaven and hell!

O mother of magical dreams!

O sister of me, as I sit

At thy feet by the mystical well

And dream with the web of my wit

Of the marriage of heaven and hell!

O thou who art mad with the Muse

That delights in the beauty of form!

O desire of the dream of the dews!

O, Valkyrie, astride of the storm!

I am thine as we ride on the blast

To exult in the mystical Muse,

As there drip on the desert at last

The immaculate Delian dews.

I am thine, I am tine, I am thine!

How it slashes the skies as a sword!

How it blinds us and burns us with wine

Of the dread Dionysian Lord!

Evoe! Evoe! Evoe!

Iacche! thy chrism of wine!

Evoe! Evoe! Evoe!

I am thine! I am thine! I am thine!

Aleister Crowley.