A RONDEL

Published in the Bang

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

6 September 1915

(page 8)

Rest, like a star at sea

Thrice loved, thrice blest,

Burns. Will there come to me

Rest?

By these suppressed

Desires my soul must flee,

By heaven's crest,

I pray that secretly

Toward God's breast

I draw, to find, maybe,

Rest!

Aleister Crowley