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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340995" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Neophyte</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To-night I tread the unsubstantial way<br>That looms before me, as the thundering night<br>Falls on the ocean: I must stop, and pray<br>One little prayer, and then - what bitter fight<br>Flames at the end beyond the darkling goal?<br>These are my passions that my feet must read;<br>This is my sword, the fervour of my soul;<br>This is my Will, the crown upon my head.<br>For see! the darkness beckons: I have gone,<br>Before this terrible hour, towards the gloom,<br>Braved the wild dragon, called the tiger on<br>With whirling cries of pride, sought out the tomb<br>Where lurking vampires battened, and my steel<br>Has wrought its splendour through the gates of death<br>My courage did not falter: now I feel<br>My heart beat wave-wise, and my throat catch breath<br>As if I choked; some horror creeps between<br>The spirit of my will and its desire,<br>Some just reluctance to the Great Unseen<br>That coils its nameless terrors, and its dire<br>Fear round my heart; a devil cold as ice<br>Breathes somewhere, for I feel his shudder take <br>My veins: some deadlier asp or cockatrice<br>Slimes in my senses: I am half awake, <br>Half automatic, as I move along<br>Wrapped in a cloud of blackness deep as hell,<br>Hearing afar some half-forgotten song<br>As of disruption; yet strange glories dwell<br>Above my head, as if a sword of light,<br>Rayed of the very Dawn, would strike within<br>The limitations of this deadly night<br>That folds me for the sign of death and sin -<br>O Light! descend! My feet move vaguely on<br>In this amazing darkness, in the gloom<br>That I can touch with trembling sense. There shone <br>Once, in my misty memory, in the womb<br>Of some unformulated thought, the flame<br>And smoke of mighty pillars; yet my mind<br>Is clouded with the horror of this same<br>Path of the wise men: for my soul is blind<br>Yet: and the foemen I have never feared<br>I could not see (if such should cross the way),<br>And therefore I am strange: my soul is seared<br>With desolation of the blinding day<br>I have come out from: yes, that fearful light<br>Was not the Sun: my life has been the death,<br>This death may be the life: my spirit sight<br>Knows that at last, at least. My doubtful breath<br>Is breathing in a nobler air; I know,<br>I know it in my soul, despite of this,<br>The clinging darkness of the Long Ago,<br>Cruel as death, and closer than a kiss,<br>This horror of great darkness. I am come<br>Into this darkness to attain the light:<br>To gain my voice I make myself as dumb:<br>That I may see I close my outer sight:<br>So, I am here. My brows are bent in prayer:<br>I kneel already in the Gates of Dawn;<br>And I am come, albeit unaware,<br>To the deep sanctuary: my hope is drawn<br>From wells profounder than the very sea.<br>Yea, I am come, where least I guessed it so,<br>Into the very Presence of the Three<br>That Are beyond all Gods. And now I know<br>What spiritual Light is drawing me<br>Up to its stooping splendour. In my soul<br>I feel the Spring, the all-devouring Dawn,<br>Rush with my Rising. There, beyond the goal,<br>The Veil is rent!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes: let the veil be drawn.</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>
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That looms before me, as the thundering night
Falls on the ocean: I must stop, and pray
One little prayer, and then - what bitter fight
Flames at the end beyond the darkling goal?
These are my passions that m..."></div>
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