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THE PRIESTESS OF THE GRAAL [By Aleister Crowley]
Published in the International New York, New York, U.S.A. (page 52)
The scarlet velvet clasped with star sapphires Hangs like the sunset from the virgin throat Upon the golden armor. Melilote Upon the waters mad with phallic fires Of day, the strong exultant face aspires The spiritual breath. The firm hands dote Upon the cloven chalice—see! there smote
Therein The Substance, sum of God’s desires. Chalcedony and coral and chrysoprase! Quintessence of the life of moon and sun Ablaze, abloom, ablush, Hilarion, Within the compass of thy crimson Vase! Lo! on my knees I crave the Sacrament. . . . Lo! in my being buds the World’s Event! |