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Hymn to Pan

Thrill with lissome lust of the light,

O man ! My man !

Come careering out of the night

Of Pan ! Io Pan .

Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea

From Sicily and from Arcady !

Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards

And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,

On a milk-white *** come over the sea

To me, to me,

Coem with Apollo in bridal dress

(Spheperdess and pythoness)

Come with Artemis, silken shod,

And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God,

In the moon, of the woods, on the marble mount,

The dimpled dawn of of the amber fount !

Dip the purple of passionate prayer

In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,

The soul that startles in eyes of blue

To watch thy wantoness weeping through

The tangled grove, the gnarled bole

Of the living tree that is spirit and soul

And body and brain -come over the sea,

(Io Pan ! Io Pan !)

Devil or god, to me, to me,

My man ! my man !

Come with trumpets sounding shrill

Over the hill !

Come with drums low muttering

From the spring !

Come with flute and come with pipe !

Am I not ripe ?

I, who wait and writhe and wrestle

With air that hath no boughs to nestle

My body, weary of empty clasp,

Strong as a lion, and sharp as an asp-

Come, O come !

I am numb

With the lonely lust of devildom.

****** the sword through the galling fetter,

All devourer, all begetter;

Give me the sign of the Open Eye

And the token ***** of thorny thigh

And the word of madness and mystery,

O pan ! Io Pan !

Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Pan Pan ! Pan,

I am a man:

Do as thou wilt, as a great god can,

O Pan ! Io Pan !

Io pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Iam awake

In the grip of the snake.

The eagle slashes with beak and claw;

The gods withdraw:

The great beasts come, Io Pan ! I am borne

To death on the horn

Of the Unicorn.

I am Pan ! Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Pan !

I am thy mate, I am thy man,

Goat of thy flock, I am gold , I am god,

Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.

With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks

Through solstice stubborn to equinox.

And I rave; and I **** and I rip and I rend

Everlasting, world without end.

Mannikin, maiden, maenad, man,

In the might of Pan.

Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Pan ! Io Pan !

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Written by
Aleister Crowley
1875-1947 / English
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