TO A BRUNETTE

Addressed to His Beloved, after a short absence

By Aleister Crowley

Sketches by Reginald Birch

Published in Vanity Fair

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

February 1916

(page 63)

When first your raven beauty made me fond,

Your soul was pure and hard as diamond.

All books on “how to love” I nightly conned;

All suits I thought might please I daily donned;

It stirred not of your soul one lily-frond.

I offered you the rubies of Golcond,

Heaped at your feet the gold of Trebizond:—

But could not bring you to the bridal bond.

Darling, I do not utterly despond—

Now that you are a blonde!