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Au Bal

[Dedicated to Horace Sheridan-Bickers]

 

A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs,

The madness of the music that entrances

All life in its delirium of dances!

The white world glitters in the void, and swims

Through the infinite seas of transcendental trances.

Yea! all the hoarded seed of all my fancies

Bursts in a shower of suns! The wine-cup brims

And bubbles over; I drink deep hymns

Of sorceries, of spells, of necromancies;

And all my spirit shudders; dew bedims

My sight -these girls and their alluring glances!

Their eyes that burn like dawn's lascivious lances

Walking all earth to love -to love! Life skims

The cream of joy. If God could see what man sees,

(Intoxicating Nellies, Mauds and Nances!)

I see Him leave the sapphrine expanses,

The choir serene and the celestial air

To swoon into their sacramental hair!

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Aleister Crowley
1875-1947 / English
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