<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340994" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mantra-Yoga</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How should I seek to make a song for thee<br>When all my music is to moan thy name?<br>That long sad monotone - the same - the same -<br>Matching the mute insatiable sea<br>That throbs with life's bewitching agony,<br>Too long to measure and too fierce to tame!<br>An hurtful joy, a fascinating shame<br>Is this great ache that grips the heart of me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even as a cancer, so this passion gnaws<br>Away my soul, and will not ease its jaws<br>Till I am dead. Then let me die! Who knows<br>But that this corpse committed to the earth<br>May be the occasion of some happier birth?<br>Spring's earliest snowdrop? Summer's latest rose?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou knowest what asp hath fixed its lethal tooth<br>In the white breast that trembled like a flower<br>At thy name whispered. thou hast marked how hour<br>By hour its poison hath dissolved my youth, <br>Half skilled to agonise, half skilled to soothe<br>This passion ineluctable, this power<br>Slave to its single end, to storm the tower<br>That holdeth thee, who art Authentic Truth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O golden hawk! O lidless eye! Behold<br>How the grey creeps upon the shuddering gold!<br>Still I will strive! That thou mayst sweep<br>Swift on the dead from thine all-seeing steep -<br>And the unutterable word by spoken.</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=340994" data-title="The Mantra-Yoga de Aleister Crowley" data-description="I How should I seek to make a song for thee When all my music is to moan thy name? That long sad monotone - the same - the same - Matching the mute insatiable sea That throbs with life's bewitching agony, Too long to measure and too fierce to tam..."></div> </div> </div>

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