The Eyes of Dorothy

O mistress of a myriad mysteries!
I can remember every curve and span
Of every lovely thing; I have the plan
Of every crested crag and maze of ice
That ever I beheld; then what device,
Strange sorceress, has barred me with its ban
From you? How is it, mistress, that I can
Remember nothing of you but your eyes?

Your eyes! Live arrows with a thousand deaths
Armed! Suns of poison, menacing the wreaths
Of by and myrtle that you twined! Dread spies
Of Satan that unveil the God in me,
And strip it naked with their mockery!
Death! will you never take away your eyes?

Previous | Top | The Winged Beetle | 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.