CLYTIE, beyond all praise, thou goodliest

Of queens, thou royal woman, crowned with tears,

That could not move the dull stars from their spheres

To kiss thee. For the sun would fainter rest

In the gold chambers of the glowing west

Than answer thy love, thine, whose soul endears

All souls but his, whose slow desire fears

The fierce embraces of thine olive breast.

O Queen, sun-lover, we are wed with thee

In changeless love, in passion for a fire

Whose lips bind all men in their bitter spell;

A love whose first caress, hard won, would be

The final dissolution of desire,

A flame to shrivel us with fire of hell. {120A}

Previous | Index | Next


If you have found this material useful or enlightening, you may also be interested in


Ordo Templi Orientis, O.T.O., and the O.T.O. Lamen design are registered trademarks of Ordo Templi Orientis.


All copyrights on Aleister Crowley material are held by Ordo Templi Orientis. This site is not an official O.T.O. website, and is neither sponsored by nor controlled by Ordo Templi Orientis.

The text of this Aleister Crowley material is made available here only for personal and non-commercial use. This material is provided here in a convenient searchable form as a study resource for those seekers looking for it in their research. For any commercial use, please contact Ordo Templi Orientis.