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LOVE AND TIME By John Roberts [Aleister Crowley]
Published in the International New York, New York, U.S.A. (page 87)
The aeons, assembling About and above Thy tender trembling Lips a-twitter with love, In solemn session Announce and acclaim The perfect possession— Peace, a passion aflame!
The spring, unfolding Blossom and bud, Revels, beholding Blushes—bowers of blood! Beauty assurgent Under the whips Of ardent and urgent Lovers, lyrical lips!
The summer, upleaping, Thrills with our mirth, Royally reaping Joy, oh, joy, to the earth! All that was mine is Thine at a nod. . . . Deep in the shrine is Holy, hidden, the God.
Autumn, assuring Earth of her fruit, Mellows, maturing Love on lordlier lute. Thou that wast maiden, Thou that art wife, Wake! thou art laden Now with treasure of life!
Winter, congealing The life of the year, Smiles for us, sealing Sure the soul of our sphere. Girdled and crowned with Love, we are shod With songs that resound with Harps whose measure is God.
The aeons, assembling About and above Thy tender trembling Lips a-twitter with love, In solemn session Announce and acclaim The perfect possession— Peace, a passion aflame! |