THE DOME

Published in the Bang

New York, New York, U.S.A.

9 August 1915

(page 8)

For you I built this faery dome of words

And crowned it with the cross of my desire.

I circled it with songs of blessed birds

And cradled all in the celestial fire.

The stars enfold it; the eternal sun

And moon give light; nor clouds nor rain intrude;

Only the dews of Dionysus run

In this intoxicating solitude.

I have begemmed its marble flame of spires

With jewels from the bliss of God, and set

Chryselephantine columns curled like fires

Below each misty opal minaret.

Is there no window to the east? Behold

The eyes of Love, your love, the essential gold!

Aleister Crowley