Share via Share via... Twitter Facebook Pinterest WhatsAppRecent ChangesSend via e-MailPrintPermalink × Ad Lydiam, Ut Secum A Marito Fugeret 1 The bird has chosen, and the world of spring Under Love’s banner is enrolled, but thou, Chained to the iron couch of wedlock fast, Art mourning while all nature else doth sing The deep delights of Love. Still on thy brow Lurks the dark shade, thy smile is overcast With fear of the world’s thought, and lips of love Pale at that spectre, imminent, immense, Cold Chastity, the child of Impotence, And eyes grow dim with grey distrust thereof. Forget, dear heart, forget; life’s glow is sweet: Come to a lover’s arms that grow divine At the first eloquent embrace of thine, While pulses in wild unison warmly beat. 2 I know a valley walled with glistening steep Of fire-hewn rock, and stately cliff of ice, Filled with green lawns and forests black with pine, Where the clear stream shall sing us into sleep With murmuring faintly, and devine device: Come with me there, and we will surely twine [22] Bright wreaths of Alpine gentian for thine head, Those glowing tresses, auburn in the sun, And in the night, dim fires of matchless red To hold my love, and lead my kisses on From night to night upon the purple bed Of dark embraces; till the summer is gone We will forget in love the world of tears Whose tumult reaches not our amorous ears. 3 Come with me thither. Let the chaster snow Blush at the sunset, when our limbs grow fain To twine close caressing, let it blush Redder at sunrise, when our eyelids grow Weary of kissing, and our arms again Slowly unclasp, and our fair cheeks do flush With memory’s modesty. The mountains glow Warmer and whiter, dreamland’s power shall wane While the sun tints the beauty of the bush And all the forest with his finger-tips Of budding fire, and we surprised will wake While Shadow’s brush in darker colour dips, And roam about the valley, and will take Fresh delicate delight, with smiling lips. [23] 4 Summer may die, but on the azure sea That girdles warmer lands the sun will gleam; There will we wander, over dale and how, Sweet with green sward, faint flower, and tender tree. There all the winter may we idly dream Still of our love, and there forgetfulness Of the past sorrow may steal o’er thy brow In the new birth of stainless happiness, Rich harvest of the blossoms desire, Satisfied alway, yet for ever fresh In hearts so passionate, and there may’st thou Love to thy fulness, nor for ever tire Of linking me to thee with dainty mesh Of auburn ripples of delicious fire. 5 Doubt not, dear love, nor hesitate to say; Blush if thou wilt; I love to see thy cheek Grow hot with love-thoughts - let the word be said: Between shy finger whisper me the ‘yea!’ My soul will leap to hear, as thine to speak. Remember Love, forget the loveless bed; Forget thy husband, and the cruel wreck Of thy dear life on Wedlock’s piteous sands; [24] Love’s all in all, link on the golden bands Forged in heaven without flaw or fleck. I know thine answer by these amorous hands That touch me thus to tempt me, by the kiss Whose sudden passion burns upon my neck Thy heart clings to me in perfect ‘Yes!’ [25] Previous | Index | Next Thelema If you have found this material useful or enlightening, you may also be interested in Thelema Liber Legis, The Book of the Law Ordo Templi Orientis A∴A∴ Trademark Ordo Templi Orientis, O.T.O., and the O.T.O. Lamen design are registered trademarks of Ordo Templi Orientis. Copyright 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. Last modified: 2019/05/15 14:31by John Bell