Читать книгу White Stains - Aleister Crowley - Страница 6

Table of Contents

Man Hero

Maid Heroine

Her Mother

Count B

He. Draw nigh, sweet maiden, violets blush at birth,

Pale lilies tinge with crimson, as the snow

At dawn's approach, the pansy's darksome dye

Deepens when tender winds blow over it

And give its beauties to the summer's gaze:

So blush at being mine, yet gently come

And place a dainty hand within my hold

Too delicate to crush it into warmth,

Save that blood mantling to thy cheek shall flow

Back to the fingers, though I press them not.

And so I will not hesitate to put

A ring upon thy hand, sweet mystery

Of Love's device, to shadow in our hearts

Th' Eternity of an immortal self

That is, and shall be while the stars endure,

Or while a God of Love is pitiful

Of all men's sorrows, and most happy in

Their joys-

She. Ah! joys are fleeting!-

He. But our love

Is anchored in the portals of the dawn

Where heaven begins.

She. And heaven begins with us

This day. Behold the flowers, whose kindly gaze

Of modest love is on us as we stand,

And clasp fond hands before high Heaven to swear

Truth an eternal bond, no parchment scroll

Of perishable matter ill devised

And scored upon with perishable ink,

But in our pulses' quick delight to live

From day to day renewed, as if a fount

Of God's mysterious stream, that here a man

May wet his ankle, and again immerse

Unto his knees, and yet again assay

To cross its silver depth and find himself

Swimming in crystal coldness on a sea

Broad as God's mercy and as deep as Love.

He. And whose strong tide shall bear our spirit out

Into the ocean of all happiness

Whose bounds are Heaven.

She. See! the scythe of Time

Sweeps on to cut the new-born flowers in twain

That symbolizes the reluctant hour

In which we met - and now the flower is dead

And we must part.

He. Fond hearts, chaste souls, as one

Whose unity is sacred, still shall dwell

Together - Not the cold embrace

Of 'We shall meet again', but let us say

The ritual of a lover, being this

'God be with you!'

She. O heart too dear to me,

Too much beloved for lover's tongue to tell,

God be with you! Farewell, sweet heart!

He. Farewell.

(EXEUNT).

DESUNT CETERA.