<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340963" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ave Adonai</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Dedicated to G. M. Marston]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Pale as the night that pales<br>In the dawn's pearl-pure pavillion,<br>I wait for thee, with my dove's breast<br>Shuddering, a god its bitter guest-<br>Have I not gilded my nails<br>And painted my lips with vermillion ?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Am I not wholly stript<br>Of the deeds and thoughts that obscure thee?<br>I wait for thee, my soul distraught<br>With aching for some nameless naught<br>In its most arcane crypt-<br>Am I not fit to endure thee?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Girded about the paps<br>With a golden girdle of glory,<br>Dost thou wait me, thy slave who am,<br>As a wolf lurks for a strayed white lamb?<br>The chain of the stars snaps,<br>And the deep of night is hoary!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou whose mouth is a flame<br>With its seven-edged sword proceeding,<br>Come ! I am writhing with despair<br>Like a snake taken in a snare,<br>Moaning thy mystical name<br>Till my tongue is torn and bleeding!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have I not gilded my nails<br>And painted my lips with vermillion?<br>Yea ! thou art I; the deed awakes,<br>Thy lightening strikes; thy thunder breaks<br>Wild as the bride that wails<br>In the bridegroom's plumed pavillion!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Aleister+Crowley">Aleister Crowley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340963" data-title="Ave Adonai de Aleister Crowley" data-description="[Dedicated to G. M. Marston] Pale as the night that pales In the dawn's pearl-pure pavillion, I wait for thee, with my dove's breast Shuddering, a god its bitter guest- Have I not gilded my nails And painted my lips with vermillion ? Am I not w..."></div> </div> </div>

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