The Rites were written
and produced by


except parts of the Rites of Mars
and of Mercury
which were written by an adept
who wishes to remain anonymous.
The solos were chosen from her
repertoire by Miss Leila Waddell.

[In view of the absurd statements as to the character of these rites
which have been made in certain quarters, it has been thought that the
best reply is the publication of the text in full.  ED.]






to whose suggestion
these rites
are due
they are gratefully dedicated.





 MAGISTER TEMPLI, "the representative of Binah, Saturn."
 MATER COELI, "Venus in Libra, the house of Saturn's exaltation."
 BROTHER AQUARIUS, "the house of Saturn; in Chesed, because Pisces is water:
 BROTHER CAPRICORNUS, "in thethrone of Capricornus, the house of Saturn; in
       Geburah, because Mars is exalted therein.  He is Mars in Capricornus."

SCENE. --- "In the East is a veiled shrine, containing an altar.  To its
       Chokmah, Binah, Chesed, and Geburah are M. T., M. C., Bro. A., and Bro.
       C. respectively.  Bro C. E. is disguised as an ordinary member of the


                              THE RITE OF SATURN

                                    PART I

  BROTHER CAPRICORNUS "enters and turns off Blue light.  Red lamps are brought

   "First the Temple is lighted by two red lamps."  PROBATIONERS "chant the
        Capricornus and Aquarius sections from" 963 "while others wait without
        in darkness.  Red lights are then hidden within veil."  BROTHER
        CAPRICORNUS "turns on the Blue light."

   "The Temple being in darkness, and the assistants seated, let" BROTHER
        CAPRICORNUS "arise from his throne, and knock thrice with his spear-
        butt upon the floor."  MAGISTER TEMPLI "in the shrine, with" MATER 

   CAPRICORNUS.  Procul, O procul este profani!

   ["He performs the Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram.
        He next lights the hell-broth and recites:]"

        Even as the traitor's breath
        Goeth forth, he perisheth
        By the secret sibilant word that is spoken unto death.

        Even as the profane hand
        Reacheth to the sacred sand,
        Fire consumes him that his name be forgotten in the land.  {5}

        Even as the wicked eye
        Seeks the mysteries to spy,
        So the blindness of the gods takes his spirit: he shall die.

        Even as the evil priest,
        Poisoned by the sacred feast,
        Changes by its seven powers to the misbegotten beast:

        Even as the powers of ill,
        Broken by the wanded will,
        Shriek about the holy place, vain and vague and terrible:

        Even as the lords of hell,
        Chained in fires before the spell,
        Strain upon the sightless steel, break not fetters nor compel:

        So be distant, O profane!
        Children of the hurricane!
        Lest the sword of fire destroy, lest the ways of death be plain!

        So depart, and so be wise,
        Lest your perishable eyes
        Look upon the formless fire, see the maiden sacrifice!

        So depart, and secret flame
        Burn upon the stone of shame,
        That the holy ones may hear music of the sleepless Name!

        Holy, holy, holy spouse
        Of the sun-engirdled house,
        With the secret symbol burning on thy multiscient brows! ....

        Even as the traitor's breath
        Goeth forth, he perisheth
        By the secret sibilant word that is spoken unto death.

   CAPRICORNUS.  Brethren, let us awaken the Master of the Temple.
   [THE LEADER OF THE CHORUS "beats the tom-tom, and the other brethren clap
        and stamp their feet.  No result."]  {6}
   Silence --- it is in vain!  Brethren, let us invoke the assistance of the 
Mother of Heaven!
        ["He goes to veil and reaches through with his hands."
   MATER COELI.  ["Passes through Throne of" MAGISTER TEMPLI "and enters the 
Temple."]  Children, what is your will with me?
   CAPRICORNUS.  Mother of Heaven, we beseech thee to awaken the Master.
   MATER COELI.  What is the hour?
   CAPRICORNUS.  Mother of Heaven, it lacks a quarter of midnight.
   MATER COELI.  Be it unto your desire!
   ["She plays.<>  As she ends she kneels: the veil
        slowly parts, and" MAGISTER TEMPLI "is seen standing in shrine.  He
        slowly enters Temple."  Mater Coeli "returns to throne, having been
        blessed and raised by him."]
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  Mother of Heaven, beloved of the Stars, wherefore hast 
thou awakened the Poison of Eld, the Dweller in Eternity?
   MATER COELI.  Shabbathai.
   [MAGISTER TEMPLI "comes down to hell-broth and recites "The Eyes of

        Dead Pharaoh's eyes from out the tomb
          Burned like twin planets ruby-red.
        Enswathed, enthroned, the halls of gloom
          Echo the agony of the dead.

        Silent and stark the Pharaoh sate:
          No breath went whispering, hushed or scared.
        Only that red incarnate hate
          Through pylon after pylon flared.  {7}

        As in the blood of murdered things
          The affrighted augur shaking skries
        Earthquake and ruinous fate of kings,
          Famine and desperate destinies,

        So in the eyes of Pharaoh shone
          The hate and loathing that compel
        In death each damned minion
          Of Set, the accursed lord of Hell.

        Yea! in those globes of fire there sate
          Some cruel knowledge closely curled
        Like serpents in those halls of hate,
          Palaces of the Underworld.

        But in the hell-glow of those eyes
          The ashen skull of Pharaoh shone
        White as the moonrays that surprise
          The invoking Druse on Lebanon.

        Moreover pylon shouldered round
          To pylon an unearthly tune,
        Like phantom priests that strike and sound
          Sinister sistrons at the moon.

        And death's insufferable perfume
          Beat the black air with golden fans
        As Turkis rip a Nubian's womb
          With damascened yataghans.

        Also the taste of dust long dead
          Of ancient queens corrupt and fair
        Struck through the temple, subtly sped
          By demons dominant of the air.

        Last, on the flesh there came a touch
          Like sucking mouths and stroking hands
        That laid their foul alluring smutch
          Even to the blood's mad sarabands.  {8}

        So did the neophyte that would gaze
          Into dead Pharaoh's awful eyes
        Start from incalculable amaze
          To clutch the initiate's place and prize.

        He bore the blistering thought aloft:
          It blazed in battle on his plume:
        With sage and warrior enfeoffed,
          He rushed alone through tower and tomb.

        The myriad men, the cohorts armed,
          Are shred like husks: the ensanguine brand
        Leaps like a flame, a flame encharmed
          To fire the pyramid heaven-spanned

        Wherein dead Pharaoh sits and stares,
          Swathed in the wrappings of the tomb,
        With eyes whose horror flits and flares
          Like corpse-lights glimmering in the gloom

        Till all's a blaze, one roar of flame,
          Death universal, locked and linked: ---
        Aha! one names the awful Name ---
          The twin red planets are extinct.
                                                              ["A pause."
          ["The lamp burns out, and darkness covers all."
   [LEADER OF THE CHORUS "secretly removes hell-broth vase."    {9}

                                   PART II

                            "The Temple in Darkness"

   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  1.<>  Brother Aquarius, what is the time?
   AQUARIUS.  Midnight.
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  1.  Brother Capricornus, what is the place?
   CAPRICORNUS.  The Fortress that is upon the Frontier of the Abyss.
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  1.  Brothers Aquarius and Capricornus, is the Beloved 
with us?
   AQUARIUS "and" CAPRICORNUS.  The Mother of Heaven is enthroned.
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  Mother of Heaven, let us lament together!
            ["Recites Swinburne's "Ilicet".<>"
       [MATER COELI "plays accordingly.<>"
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  1.  Brother Aquarius, to what end are we assembled?
   AQUARIUS.  ["Rises and whispers in his ear."]  Shabbathai.
   ALL ["aloud"].  Shabbathai.
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  1.  Are the brethren fed? {10}
   AQUARIUS.  Upon the corpses of their children.
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  1.  Have they quenched their thirst?
   AQUARIUS.  Upon poppy-heads infused in blood.
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  The raven has croaked.
   AQUARIUS.  The owl has hooted.
   CAPRICORNUS.  The bat has flapped its wings.
   Lights!        [CAPRICORNUS "switches on the blue glare."
   1.  Brother Aquarius, I scent danger.
   AQUARIUS.  1.  Master, there are evil things abroad.  ["To" CAPRICORNUS] 
Turn out the guard!
   CAPRICORNUS.  Brethren, stand to your arms!
   ["All" PROBATIONERS "rise and follow him. He pricks all assistants with his
        spear, inspects doors, etc."]
   Master, every man is vigilant at his post.  There is no alarm.
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  1.  Brother Aquarius, I scent danger.
   AQUARIUS.  1.  Master, there is a traitor within the gates. ["To" 
CAPRICORNUS] Inspect the garrison!
   CAPRICORNUS.  Brethren, purify your hearts!
   ["He rises and looks into every eye.  When he comes to" BRO. CAPRICORNUS
        EMISSARIUS, "he hales him forth by the hair, before the altar, and
        plunges his spear into him.  He completes inspection.  Returns and
        bows to" MAGISTER TEMPLI.]
   Master, justice has been executed upon the traitor.  Only the faithful 
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  So perish all traitors!
                                     [CAPRICORNUS "extinguishes light."
                                                            ["A pause."  {11}

                                   PART III


   AQUARIUS.  ["Comes forward and kneels to" MAGISTER TEMPLI.]  Master, we 
beseech thee to permit the ceremony to proceed.
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  There was no crackling in the dried leaves.
                                [CAPRICORNUS "joins" AQUARIUS "kneeling."
   AQUARIUS "and" CAPRICORNUS.  Master, we beseech thee to permit the ceremony 
to proceed.
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  There was no heart in the black lamb.
   ["All" PROBATIONERS "join" AQUARIUS "and" CAPRICORNUS "kneeling."]
   ALL.  Master, we beseech thee to permit the ceremony to proceed.
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  The sacred python was found dead.
 [MATER COELI "comes forward, kneels before" MAGISTER TEMPLI, "thus making the
        apex to the pyramid of petitioners, rises and plays her
        petition,<> then again kneels."]
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  Let the ceremony proceed.
   [MATER COELI "returns to her throne."  AQUARIUS "rises, and" CAPRICORNUS
        "returns to his post and lights the lamp."  {12}
       AQUARIUS "and all present dance wildly for joy to the sound of the tom-
["During the confusion" BRO. CAPRICORNUS EMISSARIUS "slips into the temple and
        hides behind the veil, where he removes his disguise and dons his
        dancing robe."]
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  Silence!                                ["A pause."
   AQUARIUS.  1.
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  1.  Holy be the Lamps of Joy!
   AQUARIUS.  Holy be the Lamps of Sorrow!
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  Let us enter the ark of Increased Knowledge!
   CAPRICORNUS.  Hail, thou that sittest in the City of the Pyramids!
   AQUARIUS.  Hail, thou that art encamped upon the Great Sea!
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  Hail, brethren!
   CAPRICORNUS.  Master, what is Increased Knowledge?
   AQUARIUS.  Master, what is the Ark thereof?
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  The grave.
   AQUARIUS "and" CAPRICORNUS.  Master, how shall we enter it?
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  Arise and follow me!
   ["He rises and circumambulates the temple widdershins." CAPRICORNUS "plucks
       forth every third person and makes them follow him, continuing this
       process until one only is left. To this one" MAGISTER TEMPLI "addresses
       the allocution, as he hales him forth."]
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  Thou also must die!
                                            [MAGISTER TEMPLI "stops in "E. {13}
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  Brethren! let us humbly seek for help behind the veil!
   ["He throws veil open, showing the empty shrine."  BRO. CAPRICORNUS
        EMISSARIUS "must have well dissimulated himself so that he is not
        discovered."  MAGISTER TEMPLI "draws veil again."  CAPRICORNUS "puts
        out light."]
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  Alas! there is no God!
   ["Returns to his throne.  All move confusedly about wailing aloud."]
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  1.  Silence.                    ["All resume seats."
   Behold, I declared it unto you and ye believed me not!
                                                           ["A pause." {14}

                                   PART IV


   AQUARIUS.  In truth, master, the ceremony cannot proceed.  There is no god 
in the shrine.
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  Brother Aquarius, let search be made.
   AQUARIUS.  Brother Capricornus, let search be made.
                                                                  ["Light on."
   [CAPRICORNUS "enters veil and walks up and down.  He returns."]
                                                                ["Lights off."
   Brother Capricornus, what do you find?
   CAPRICORNUS.  Master, there is nothing but a little pile of dust.
   AQUARIUS.  There is no living thing therein?
   CAPRICORNUS.  There is no living thing therein.
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  ["Recites poem: "Colloque sentimental."

               In the ancient frozen solitary park
               Two figures passed anon --- now mark!

               Their eyes are dead, their lips are soft and grey;
               One scarce can hear the words they say.

               In the ancient frozen solitary park
               Two ghosts evoke the past --- oh hark!

               "Dost thou remember our old ecstasy?"
               "Why do you wish to remind me?"

               "Does thy heart beat still at my name, and glow?
               "Seest thou my soul in dreams, dear?" "No."   {15}

               "Ah! the fair days of joyance and of gree
               "When our mouths kissed, ah hissed!"  "Maybe!"

               "How blue the sky was, as our hope was clear!"
               "Hope has gone down to Hell's nadir."

               So in the foolish alleys they conferred,
               And only midnight overheard.

   AQUARIUS.  Master, it is not to be borne.
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  Mother of Heaven, let us lament together!
                  ["Recites Swinburne's "The Garden of Proserpine."
                    [MATER COELI "plays accordingly.<>"
   CAPRICORNUS.  Master, it is not to be borne!
   MAGISTER TEMPLI.  Mother of Heaven, let us work together!
   MATER COELI.  Behold thine handmaiden!
   [MAGISTER TEMPLI "And" MATER COELI "go together hand in hand, within the
        CAPRICORNUS "turns light up."]
           [MATER COELI "plays a Paean of despair.<>"
   [MAGISTER TEMPLI, "rending veil, appears standing on altar."

               O melancholy Brothers, dark, dark, dark!
               O battling in black floods without an ark!
                 O spectral wanderers of unholy Night!
               My soul hath bled for you these sunless years,
               With bitter blood-drops running down like tears:
                 Oh, dark, dark, dark, withdrawn from joy and light!

               My heart is sick with anguish for your bale!
               Your woe hath been my anguish; yea, I quail
                 And perish in your perishing unblest.
               And I have searched the heights and depths, the scope
               Of all our universe, with desperate hope
                 To find some solace for your wild unrest.  {16}

               And now at last authentic word I bring,
               Witnessed by every dead and living thing;
                 Good tidings of great joy for you, for all:
               There is no God; no Fiend with names divine
               Made us and tortures us; if we must pine,
                 It is to satiate no Being's gall.

               It was the dark delusion of a dream,
               That living Person conscious and supreme,
                 Whom we must curse for cursing us with life;
               Whom we must curse because the life He gave
               Could not be buried in the quiet grave,
                 Could not be killed by poison or by knife.

               This little life is all we must endure,
               The grave's most holy peace is ever sure,
                 We fall asleep and never wake again;
               Nothing is of us but the mouldering flesh,
               Whose elements dissolve and merge afresh
                 In earth, air, water, plants, and other men.

               We finish thus; and all our wretched race
               Shall finish with its cycle, and give place
                 To other beings, with their own time-doom
               Infinite aeons are our kind began;
               Infinite aeons after the last man
                 Has joined the mammoth in earth's tomb and womb.

               We bow down to the universal laws,
               Which never had for man a special clause
                 Of cruelty or kindness, love or hate:
               If toads and vultures are obscene to sight,
               If tigers burn with beauty and with might,
                 Is it by favour or by wrath of fate?

               All substance lives and struggles evermore
               Through countless shapes continually at war,
                 By countless interactions interknit:
               If one is born a certain day on earth,
               All times and forces tended to that birth,
                  Not all the world could change or hinder it. {17}

               I find no hint throughout the Universe
               Of good or ill, of blessing or of curse:
                 I find alone Necessity Supreme;
               With infinite Mystery, abysmal, dark,
               Unlighted ever by the faintest spark
                 For us the flitting shadows of a dream.

               O Brothers of sad lives! they are so brief;
               A few short years must bring us all relief:
                 Can we not bear these years of labouring breath?
               But if you would not this poor life fulfil,
               Lo, you are free to end it when you will,
                 Without the fear of waking after death.

                                            ["Blow out red lights."
   [BRO. CAPRICORNUS EMISSARIUS "runs out with tom-tom and dances wildly.  At
        the conclusion" AQUARIUS "and" CAPRICORNUS "run up, tearing the veil
        asunder."  BRO. CAPRICORNUS EMISSARIUS "flings himself at foot of
        CHORAGOGE "lights salt again, or other glare."  MAGISTER TEMPLI "is
        discovered lying dead, his head supported by" MATER COELI "weeping."]
                                      [CAPRICORNUS "extinguishes the light."
                                                [AQUARIUS "draws the veil."
   [MATER COELI "plays the final hopeless dirge.<>"
   AQUARIUS.  Brother Capricornus, what is the hour?
   AQUARIUS.  Let us depart; it is accomplished.  ["Full light."
   [CAPRICORNUS "stands with drawn sword before the veil; the others escort
        the people out."]  {18}

                             THE RITE OF JUPITER


               CENTRUM IN CENTRI TRIGONO.  "Black Robe, Swastika,"
               SPHINX.  "Green Robe, Violin and Sword."
               HERMANUBIS.  "Violet Robe, Caduceus."
               TYPHON.  "Red Robe, Prong two-forked, or Sword."
               HEBE.     .
               GANYMEDE. . "Cup-bearers and Dancers.  White Robes."

   "The Temple represents the Wheel of Fortune of the Tarot.  At its axle is
        the Altar on which sits C.I.C.T.  On the rim, S. at East spoke, H. at
        North-West, T. at South-West.  Hebe and Ganymede are seated at the
        feet of C.I.C.T.  To the West of the Wheel is the Veil."


                             THE RITE OF JUPITER

                                    PART I

   C.I.C.T.  1-333.
   SPHINX.  22-22.
   HEBE.  Pisces Section from 963.  [See Equinox, No. III., Special 
   SPHINX.  Brother Hermanubis, summon the guests to the banquet of the Father 
of the Gods!
   HERMANUBIS.  4444, Brother Typhon, summon the guests to the banquet of the 
Father of the Gods!
   [TYPHON "draws aside veil as" GANYMEDE "begins his dance.  Lights down."]
   HERMANUBIS.  Welcome to the banquet of the Father of the Gods!
   Bear the bowls of Libation! ("done").
   Be silent and secret!  For it is by stealth that we are here assembled.  
Know that Saturn hath been deceived, having swallowed a black stone, thinking 
it to be his son, the child Jupiter.  But Jupiter is here enthroned, and shall 
overthrow his father.  Beware then lest ye break silence --- until Jupiter be 
ready to make war!
   TYPHON.  Him that speaketh will I slay forthright!
                                                     ["A long pause."  {23}

                                   PART II

                         CENTRUM IN CENTRI TRIGONO 1.
                     SPHINX 1.  HERMANUBIS 1.  TYPHON 1.

   TYPHON.  Hail unto thee, thou great god Hermanubis!
   Art thou not the messenger of Jupiter?
   HERMANUBIS.  Hail unto thee, thou great god Typhon!
   Art thou not the executor of his vengeance?
   TYPHON.  Brother Hermanubis, what is the hour?
   HERMANUBIS.  Noon.  Brother Typhon, what is the place?
   TYPHON.  The summit of Olympus.  Brother Hermanubis, what is thy position?
   HERMANUBIS.  Upon the rim of the Wheel.  And Thine?
   TYPHON.  Upon the rim of the Wheel.
   HERMANUBIS.  Let us seek the centre of the Wheel.
   ["They with" SPHINX "rise and walk, faster and faster round the rim,
        returning exhausted to their places."]
   TYPHON.  Brother Hermanubis, we are no nearer to the centre of the wheel.
   HERMANUBIS.  We are no nearer to the centre of the wheel.
   TYPHON.  Hast thou no message from the Gods?
   HERMANUBIS.  None, brother.  Let us seek an oracle of the Gods.
   ["They rise an go round the rim, stopping and prostrating themselves before
        the" SPHINX.]  {24}
   HERMANUBIS.  Hail unto Thee, that hast the secret of Jupiter!
   Declare unto us, we beseech Thee, the mystery whereby we may approach the 
centre of the wheel.
               [SPHINX "plays a riddling sarcastic music.<>"
                                   [TYPHON "goes to his place in terror."
                         [HERMANUBIS "goes to his place in wonderment."
   SPHINX.  Neither by sloth nor by activity may even my secret be attained.  
Neither by emotion nor by reason may even I be understood.  How then should ye 
come to the centre of the wheel?
   HERMANUBIS.  Mother of mystery, what is thy position on Olympus?
   SPHINX.  Upon the rim of the wheel.
   C.I.C.T.  Feeling, and thought, and ecstasy
             Are but the cerements of Me.
             Thrown off like planets from the Sun
             Ye are but satellites of the One.
             But should your revolution stop
             Ye would inevitably drop
             Headlong within the central Soul,
             And all the parts become the Whole.
             Sloth and activity and peace,
             When will ye learn that ye must cease?
   TYPHON.  How should I cease from lethargy?
   HERMANUBIS.  How should I quench activity?
   SPHINX.  How should I give up ecstasy?
   C.I.C.T.  What shines upon your foreheads?
   S.H.T. ("together").  The Eye within the Triangle.  {25}
   C.I.C.T.  What burns upon your breasts?
   S.H.T. ("together").  The Rosy Cross.
   C.I.C.T.  Brethren of the Rosy Cross!  Aspirants to the Silver Star!  Not 
until these are ended can ye come to the centre of the wheel.

   When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance
   Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms dance
   With the light that stirs and lustres of the dawn, and with the bloom
   Of the wind's cheek as it clusters from the hidden valley's gloom;
   Then I walk in woodland spaces, musing on the solemn ways
   Of the immemorial places shut behind the starry rays;
   Of the East and all its splendour, of the West and all its peace;
   And the stubborn lights grow tender, and the hard sounds hush and cease.
   In the wheel of heaven revolving, mysteries of death and birth,
   In the womb of time dissolving, shape anew a heaven and earth,
   Ever changing, ever growing, ever dwindling, ever dear,
   Ever worth the passion glowing to distil a doubtful tear.
   These are with me, these are of me, these approve me, these obey,
   Choose me, move me, fear me, love me, master of the night and day.
   These are real, these illusion: I am of them, false or frail,
   True or lasting, all is fusion in the spirit's shadow-veil,
   Till the Knowledge-Lotus flowering hides the world beneath its stem;
   Neither I, nor God life-showering, find a counterpart in them
   As a spirit in a vision shows a countenance of fear,
   Laughs the looker to derision, only comes to disappear,
   Gods and mortals, mind and matter, in the glowing bud dissever:
   Vein from vein they rend and shatter, and are nothingness for ever.
   In the blessed, the enlightened, perfect eyes these visions pass,
   Pass and cease, poor shadows frightened, leave no stain upon the glass.
   One last stroke, O heart-free master, one last certain calm of will,
   And the maker of Disaster shall be stricken and grow still.
   Burn thou to the core of matter, to the spirit's utmost flame,
   Consciousness and sense to shatter, ruin sight and form and name!
   Shatter, lake-reflected spectre; lake, rise up in mist to sun;
   Sun, dissolve in showers of nectar, and the Master's work is done.
   Nectar perfume gently stealing, masterful and sweet and strong,
   Cleanse the world with light of healing in the ancient House of Wrong! {26}
   Free a million million mortals on the wheel of being tossed!
   Open wide the mystic portals, and be altogether lost!
                                                          ["A pause."
                     SPHINX 1.  HERMANUBIS 1.  TYPHON 1.
                         CENTRUM IN CENTRI TRIGONO 1.
                                                          ["A pause."


                                   PART III

   TYPHON.  I desire to begin the banquet.
   HERMANUBIS.  Brother Typhon, I will inquire of the Oracle.
   Mother of Mystery, I beseech thee to begin the Banquet; for it is certainly 
necessary that this should be done.
   [SPHINX "turns, bows, and stretches her hands in mute appeal to "C.I.C.T.]
   C.I.C.T.  1.  I heed not the passion, or the reason, or the soul of man. 
Mother of Mystery, declare my will.
   [SPHINX "plays the most exalted (passionless because beyond passion) piece
        that she may.<>"
   HERMANUBIS.  This means nothing to me.
   TYPHON.  I feel nothing.
   C.I.C.T.  1.  Mother of Mystery, declare my mind.
   [SPHINX "plays a cold, passionless, intellectual piece.<>"
   HERMANUBIS.  Ah!  Ah!  This is music; this is the secret of Jupiter.
   TYPHON.  I feel nothing.
   C.I.C.T.  1.  Mother of Mystery, declare my heart.
  [SPHINX "plays an intensely sensual passionate piece.<>"
   TYPHON.  Ah!  Ah!  This is music; this is the secret of Jupiter.  {28}
   HERMANUBIS.  Accursed!  Accursed! be the soul of impurity, the body of Sin!
   C.I.C.T.  1.  Irreconcilable, my children, how shall ye partake of the 
Banquet of Jupiter, or come to the centre of the wheel?  For this is the 
secret of Jupiter, that He who created you is in each of you, yet apart from 
all; before Him ye are equal, revolving in time and in Space; but he is 
unmoved and within.                                      ["A pause."
   TYPHON.  1.                                       [TYPHON "recites."
               Sweet, sweet are May and June, dear,
                 The loves of lambent spring,
               Our lamp the drooping moon, dear,
                 Our roof, the stars that sing;
               The bed, of moss and roses;
                 The night, as long as death!
                 Still, breath!
               Life wakens and reposes,
                 Love ever quickeneth!

               Sweet, sweet, when Lion and Maiden,
                 The motley months of gold,
               Swoop down with sunlight laden,
                 And eyes are bright and bold.
               Life-swelling breasts uncover
                 Their warm involving deep ---
                 Love, sleep! ---
               And lover lies with lover
                 On air's substantial steep.

               Ah! sweeter was September ---
                 The amber rain of leaves,
               The harvest to remember,
                 The load of sunny sheaves.
               In gardens deeply scented,
                 In orchards heavily hung,
                 Love flung
               Away the days demented
                 With lips that curled and clung.  {29}

               Ah! sweeter still October,
                 When russet leaves go grey,
               And sombre lovers and sober
                 Make twilight of the day.
               Dark dreams and shadows tenser
                 Throb through the vital scroll,
                 Man's soul.
               Lift, shake the subtle censer
                 That hides the cruel coal!

               Still sweeter when the Bowman
                 His silky shaft of frost
               Lets loose on earth, that no man
                 May linger nor be lost.
               The barren woods, deserted.
                 Lose echo of our sighs ---
                 Love --- dies? ---
               Love lives --- in granite skirted,
                 And under oaken skies.

               But best is grim December,
                 The Goatish God his power;
               The Satyr blows the ember,
                 And pain is passion's flower;
               When blood drips over kisses,
                 And madness sobs through wine: ---
                 Ah, mine! ---
               The snake starts up and hisses
                 And strikes and --- I am thine!

         ["He crouches at the feet of" SPHINX "toward" C.I.C.T.
                                       [HERMANUBIS "recites."
               O coiled and constricted and chosen!
                 O tortured and twisted and twined!
               Deep spring of my soul deep frozen,
                 The sleep of the truth of the mind!
                   As a bright snake curled
                   Round the Vine of the World! {30}

               O sleeper through dawn and through daylight,
                 O sleeper through dusk and through night!
               O shifted from white light to gray light,
                 From gray to the one black light!
                   O silence and sound
                   In the far profound!

               O serpent of scales as an armour
                 To bind on the breast of a lord!
               Not deaf to the Voice of the Charmer,
                 Not blind to the sweep of the sword!
                   I strike to the deep
                   That thou stir in thy sleep!

               Rise up from mine innermost being!
                 Lift up the gemmed head to the heart!
               Lift up till the eyes that were seeing
                 Be blind, and their life depart!
                   Till the Eye that was blind
                   Be a lamp to my mind!

               Coil fast all thy coils on me, dying,
                 Absorbed in the sense of the Snake!
               Stir! leave the flower-throne, and up-flying!
                 Hiss once, and hiss thrice, and awake!
                   Then crown me and cling!
                   Flash forward --- and spring!

               Flash forth on the fire of the altar,
                 The stones, and the sacrifice shed;
               Till the Three Worlds flicker and falter,
                 And life and her love be dead!
                   In mysterious joy
                   Awake --- and destroy!

         ["He crouches at the feet of" SPHINX "toward" C.I.C.T.
   SPHINX.  1.
   C.I.C.T.  1.      [SPHINX "plays an enchantment.<>"
   C.I.C.T.  ("recites.")  {31}

               Lift up this love of peace and bliss,
                 The starry soul of wine,
               Destruction's formidable kiss,
                 The lamp of the divine:
               This shadow of a nobler name
               Whose life is strife, whose soul is fame!

               I rather will exalt the soul
                 Of man to loftier height,
               And kindle at a livelier coal
                 The subtler soul of light.
               From these soft splendours of a dream
               I turn, and seek the Self supreme.

               This world is shadow-shapen of
                 The bitterness of pain.
               Vain are the little lamps of love!
                 The light of life is vain!
               Life, death, joy, sorrow, age and youth
               Are phantoms of a further truth.

               Beyond the splendour of the world,
                 False glittering of the gold,
               A Serpent is in slumber curled
                 In wisdom's sacred cold.
               Life is the flaming of that flame.
               Death is the naming of that name,

               The forehead of the snake is bright
                 With one immortal star,
               Lighting her coils with living light
                 To where the nenuphar
               Sleeps for her couch.  All darkness dreams
               The thing that is not, only seems.

               That star upon the serpent's head
                 Is called the soul of man.
               That light in shadows subtly shed
                 The glamour of life's plan. {32}
               The sea whereon that lotus grows
               Is thought's abyss of tears and woes.

               Leave Sirenusa!  Even Greece
                 Forget! they are not there!
               By worship cometh not the Peace,
                 The Silence not by prayer.
               Leave the illusions, life and time
               And Death, and seek that star sublime,

               Until the lotus and the sea
                 And snake no longer are,
               And single through Eternity
                 Exists alone the Star,
               And utter Knowledge rise, and cease
               In that which is beyond the Peace!

                                    [GANYMEDE "dances and falls as dead."
   TYPHON.  O that the banquet of Jupiter might begin!
   HERMANUBIS.  O that the banquet of Jupiter might begin!
   SPHINX.  O that the banquet of Jupiter might begin!
   C.I.C.T.  Let the banquet of Jupiter begin!
   ["All go without veil, except" C.I.C.T. "and" SPHINX.  HERMANUBIS "and"
        TYPHON draw and guard the veil."  SILENCE.]
   C.I.C.T.  1-333.
   SPHINX.  22-22.
   [HERMANUBIS "and" TYPHON "draw veil."  SPHINX "is standing before altar."
        C.I.C.T. "has disappeared.  He has donned a white robe, and panther-
        skin, and white and gold nemmes."  HERMANUBIS, TYPHON, "and others
        return to their places."  HERMANUBIS "and" TYPHON "come forward and
        salute" SPHINX.]
   TYPHON.  1.  Mother of Mystery, hast thou the secret of Jupiter? {33}
   HERMANUBIS.  1.  Mother of Mystery, hast thou the secret of Jupiter?
                 [SPHINX "plays a triumphant melody.<>"
   TYPHON.  Brother Hermanubis, what is the place?
   HERMANUBIS.  The Summit of Mount Kithairon.
   TYPHON.  Procul, o Procul este viri!
                 ["All male probationers retire to back of stage."
   TYPHON.  Sisters, let us invoke the Father to manifest in the Son.
   SPHINX.  Per Spiritum Sanctum, Amen.
                    ["She also retires to her place on wheel."
   MAENADS.  Evoe!  Evoe Ho!  Iacche!  Iacche!
               Hail, O Dionysus!  Hail!
                 Winged Son of Semele!
               Hail, O Hail!  The stars are pale;
                 Hidden the moonlight in the vale;
                 Hidden the sunlight in the sea.

               Blessed is her happy lot
                 Who beholdeth God; who moves
               Mighty-souled without a spot,
               Mingling in the godly rout
                 Of the many mystic loves.

               Holy maidens, duly weave
                 Dances for the mighty mother
               Bacchanal to Bacchus cleave!
               Wave his narthex wand, and leave
                 Earthly Joys to earth to smother!

               Io!  Evoe!  Sisters, mingle
                 In the choir, the dance, the revel!
               He divine, the Spirit single,
               He in every vein shall tingle.
                 Sense and sorrow to the devil! {34}

               Mingle in the laughing measure,
                 Hand and lip to breast and thigh!
               In enthusiastic pleasure
               Grasp the solitary treasure!
                 Laughs the untiring ecstasy!

               Sisters!  Sisters!  Raise your voices
                 In the inspired divine delight!
               Now the sun sets; now the choice is
               Who rebels or who rejoices,
                 Murmuring to the mystic night.

               Io!  Evoe!  Circle splendid!
                 Dance, ye maids serene and subtle!
               Clotho's task is fairly ended.
               Atropos, thy power is ended!
                 Ho, Lachesis! ply thy shuttle!

               Weave the human dance together
                 With the life of rocks and trees!
               Let the blue delirious weather
               Bind all spirits in one tether,
                 Overwhelming ecstasies!

               Io!  Evoe!  I faint, I fall,
                 Swoon in purple light; the grape
               Drowns my spirit in its thrall.
               Love me, love me over all,
                 Spirit in the spirit shape!

               All is one!  I murmur.  Distant
                 Sounds the shout, Evoe, Evoe!
               Evoe, Iacche!  Soft, insistent
               Like to echo's voice persistent: ---
                 Hail!  Agave!  Autonoe!

                                          [TYPHON "goes up stage."
   AGAVE.  Evoe, Ho!  Iacche!  Hail, O Hail!
           Praise him!  What dreams are these? {35}
   AUTONOE.                Sisters, O sisters!
   AGAVE.  Say, are our brothers of the rocks awake?
   AUTONOE.  The lion roars.
   MAENADS.               O listen to the snake!
   AUTONOE.  Evoe, Ho!  Give me to drink!
   AGAVE.                                       Run wild!
           Mountain and mountain let us leap upon
           Like tigers on their prey!
   MAENADS.                          Crush, crush the world!
   AGAVE.  Tread earth as 'twere a winepress!
   AUTONOE.                                   Drink its blood,
           The sweet red wine!
   MAENADS.                      Ay, drink the old earth dry!
   AGAVE.  Squeeze the last drops out till the frame collapse
           Like an old wineskin!
   AUTONOE.                        So the sooner sup
           Among the stars!
   AGAVE.                      The swift, swift stars!
   MAENADS.                                       O night!
           Night, night, fall deep and sure!
   AUTONOE.                              Fall soft and sweet!
   AGAVE.  Moaning for love the woods lie.
   AUTONOE.                                   Sad the land
           Lies thirsty for our kisses.
   MAENADS.                               All wild things
           Yearn towards the kiss that ends in blood.
   AGAVE.                                     Blood!  Blood!
           Bring wine!  Ha!  Bromius, Bromius!
   MAENADS.                                Come, sweet God,
           Come forth and lie with us! {36}
   AUTONOE.                                Us, maidens now
           And then and ever afterwards!
   AGAVE.                                    Chaste, chaste!
           Our madness hath no touch of bitterness,
           No taste of foulness in the morning mouth.
   AUTONOE.  O mouth of ripe red sunny grapes!  God!  God!
           Evoe!  Dwell!  Abide!
   AGAVE.                                  I feel the wings
           Of love, of mystery; they waft soft streams
           Of night air to my heated breast and brow.
   MAENADS.  He comes!  He comes!
   AGAVE.              Silence, O girls, and peace!
           The God's most holy presence asks the hymn,
           The solemn hymn, the hymn of agony,
           Lest, in the air of glory that surrounds
           The child of Semele, we lose the earth
           And corporal presence of the Zeus-begot.
   AUTONOE.  Yea, sisters, raise the chant of riot!  Lift
           Your wine-sweet voices, move your wine-stained limbs
           In joyful invocation!
   MAENADS.                        Ay, we sing.
                       Hail, child of Semele!
                       To her as unto thee
          Be reverence, be deity, be immortality!

                       Shame! treachery of the spouse
                       Of the Olympian house,
          Hera! thy grim device against the sweet carouse!

                       Lo! in red roar and flame
                       Did Zeus descend!  What claim
          To feel the immortal fire had then the Theban dame! {37}

                       Caught in that fiery wave,
                       Her love and life she gave
          With one last kissing cry the unborn child to save.

                       And thou, O Zeus, the sire
                       Of Bromius --- hunter dire! ---
          Didst snatch the unborn babe from that Olympian fire:

                       In thine own thigh most holy
                       That offspring melancholy
          Didst hide, didst feed, on light, ambrosia, and moly.

                       Ay! and with serpent hair
                       And limbs divinely fair
          Didst thou, Dionysus, leap forth to the nectar air!

                       Ay! thus the dreams of fate
                       We dare commemorate,
          Twining in lovesome curls the spoil of mate and mate.

                       O Dionysys, hear!
                       Be close, be quick, be near,
          Whispering enchanted words in every curving ear!

                       O Dionysys, start
                       As the Apollonian dart!
          Bury thy horned head in every bleeding heart!

   1ST MAENAD.  He is here!  He is here!
   AUTONOE.     Tigers, appear!
   AGAVE.       To the clap of my hand
                And the whish of my wand,
   AUTONOE.            I have found
                A chariot crowned
                With ivy and vine,
                And the laurel divine,
                And the clustering smell {38}
                Of the sage asphodel,
                And the Daedal flower
                Of the Cretan bower;
                Dittany's force,
                And larksupur's love,
                And blossoms of gorse
                Around and above.
   AGAVE.       The tiger and panther
                Are there at my cry.
                Ho, girls!  Span there
                Their sides!
   IST MAENAD.                 Here am I.
   2ND MAENAD.  And I!  We are ready.
   AGAVE.       Strong now and steady!
   IST MAENAD.  The tiger is harnessed.
   2ND MAENAD.  The nightingale urges
                Our toil from her far nest.
   3RD MAENAD.  Ionian surges
                Roar back to our chant.
   4TH MAENAD.  Aha! for the taunt
                Of Theban sages
                Is lost, lost, lost!
                The wine that enrages
                Our life is enforced.
                We dare them and daunt.
   AGAVE.       The spirits that haunt
                The rocks and the river,
                The moors and the woods,
                The fields and the floods,
                Are with us for ever!  {39}
   IST MAENAD.  Are of us for ever.
                Evoe!  Evoe!
   AUTONOE.  Agave!  He cometh!
   AGAVE.  Cry ho!  Autonoe!
   ALL.  Ho!  Ho!  Evoe, Ho!  Iacche!  Evoe!  Evoe!
   AGAVE.       The white air hummeth
                With force of the spirit.
                We are heirs: we inherit.
                Our joys are as theirs;
                Weave with your prayers
                The joy of a kiss!
                Ho! for the bliss
                Of the cup and the rod.
                He cometh!  O lover!
                O friend and O God,
                Cover us, cover
                Our faces, and hover
                Above us, within us!
                Daintily shod,
                Daintily robed,
                His witcheries spin us
                A Web of desire.
                Subtle as fire
                He cometh among us.
                The whole sky globed
                Is on fire with delight,
                Delight that hath stung us,
                The passion of night.
                Night be our mistress!
                That tress and this tress {40}
                Weave with thy wind
                Into curls deep-vined!
                Passionate bliss!
                Rapture on rapture!
                Our hymns recapture
                The Bromian kiss.
                Blessed our souls!
                Blessed this even!
                We reach to the goals
                Of the starriest heaven.
                Daphnis, and Atthis, and Chrysis, and Chloe,
                Mingle, O maidens!  Evoe!  Evoe!

   [C.I.C.T. "rises upon the altar; he wears a white and gold robe and the
        panther skin, and a white and gold nemmes.  Throwing off his veil and
        raising his hands in blessing, he recites:"]
                  I bring ye wine from above,
                    From the vats of the storied sun;
                  For every one of ye love,
                    And life for every one.
                  Ye shall dance on hill and level;
                    Ye shall sing in hollow and height,
                  In the festal mystical revel,
                    The rapturous Bacchanal rite!
                  The rocks and trees are yours,
                    And the waters under the hill,
                  By the might of that which endures,
                    The holy heaven of will!
                  I kindle a flame like a torrent
                    To rush from star to star;
                  Your hair as a comet's horrent,
                    Ye shall see things as they are!  {41}
                  I lift the mask of matter;
                    I open the heart of man;
                  For I am of force to shatter
                    The cast that hideth --- Pan!
                  Your loves shall lap up slaughter,
                    And dabbled with roses of blood
                  Each desperate darling daughter
                    Shall swim in the fervid flood.
                  I bring ye laugher and tears,
                    The kisses that foam and bleed,
                  The joys of a million years,
                    The flowers that bear no seed.
                  My life is bitter and sterile,
                    Its flame is a wandering star.
                  Ye shall pass in pleasure and peril
                    Across the mystical bar
                  That is set for wrath and weeping
                    Against the children of earth;
                  But ye in singing and sleeping
                    Shall pass in measure and mirth!
                  I lift my wand and wave you
                    Through hill to hill of delight;
                  My rosy rivers lave you
                    In innermost lustral light.
                  I lead you, lord of the maze,
                    In the darkness free of the sun;
                  In spite of the spite that is day's
                    We are wed, we are wild, we are one!
   ["The lights go out and the company join in universal dance."]
   HERMANUBIS.  Silence.
   TYPHON.  Silence.
   C.I.C.T.  1-333.  The Secret of the Father is in the Secret of the Son.
   SPHINX.  22-22.  And the Secret of the Son is in the Secret of the Holy 
   GANYMEDE.  4444 Gloria Patri. {42}
   HEBE.  Et Filio.
   TYPHON.  Et Spiritui Sancto.
   HERMANUBIS.  Ut erat in Principio.
   SPHINX.  Et nunc est.
   C.I.C.T.  Et erit semper.
   ALL.  Amen.
                  SPHINX.        Fasting.
                  HERMANUBIS.    Song.
                  TYPHON.        Feasting.
                  C.I.C.T.       Grace.

                  SPHINX.        Music.
                  HERMANUBIS.    Dancing.
                  TYPHON.        Love.
                  C.I.C.T.       The End.

                     TYPHON "draws the veil."   {43}

                               THE RITE OF MARS


  BROTHER SOL IN ARIES.  "White Robe, White and gold nemmes, Sceptre."
  (MARS) BROTHER MARS.  "Red Robe, Sword."
  (VENUS) SISTER SCORPIO.  "Green Robe, Violin, Sword."
  (ATHENA) BROTHER ARIES.  "Violet Robe, Spear."
  (VULCAN) BROTHER CAPRICORNUS.  "Black Robe, Tom-tom, Sword."

                       "A guard of" PROBATIONERS, "armed."

   "Mars is throned in the South, Scorpio on his right, Aries on his left.  In
        the East is also a veil, behind which is Sol in Aries.  In the North
        is Capricornus, crouching, kept from the altar by the guard." {47}

                               THE RITE OF MARS

                   "Charcoal in censer alight.  No incense."

   BROTHER SOL "is concealed behind the veil in the East,  enthroned upon the
                MARS, ARIES, "and" SCORPIO "enthroned."
   BRO. CAPRICORNUS.  4444-1.
   BRO. ARIES.  1-4444.
            [MARS "reads the Twelvefold Affirmation from 963."
               [SOR. SCORPIO "plays a short marital air.<>"
   [CAPRICORNUS "draws aside veil, and admits Probationers and Guests."]
   ["The voice of Mars is heard reciting the 91"st Psalm of David.
   BRO. ARIES.  Let the sacred perfume be kindled upon the Altar of Mars 
("does so").
   SOR. SCORPIO.  Hail unto the Master of the Battle!
   BRO. ARIES.  Hail unto the Leader of the Armies of Jupiter!
   BRO. CAPRICORNUS.  Hail unto the Warrior of Eternity!
   BRO. MARS.  Hail, brethren!
                                                 [CAPRICORNUS "returns."
     1. Let the Temple be purified and consecrated.
                                                 [CAPRICORNUS "does so."
     1. Are the Brethren prepared? {49}
   BRO. ARIES.  They are prepared, Master!  They are drawn up in military 
array around the sacred altar.
   BRO. MARS.  1.  Brother Capircornus, I command you to perform the Ritual of 
the Pentagram.
   BRO. CAPRICORNUS.  Fiat ("does so").
   BRO. MARS.  1.  Brother Aries, I command you to perform the Invocation o 
the Holy Fire.
   BRO. ARIES.  Fiat ("goes to altar").
   333.  ("erect").  I swear by Djinn and by Shin and by the space between 
that I will not stir from this place until the fire of God hath flamed upon 
the water that is upon the altar.
   ("His face over lamp")  Dost thou hear, Brother Ash?
   ("Erect") By Aub, the witchery of the secret flame;
             By Aud, the subtlety of the inmost fluid;
             By Aur, the effulgence of the radiant light;
   I call thee, Ash!  I adore thee, Ash!
   ("Over lamp")  Ash!  Ash!  Ash!
   I caress thee!  I kiss thee!  I suck thee up into my mouth and nostrils!
   Ohooatan!  ("three times").  ("The water flames").
   Behold! the fire of God upon the altar as I have sworn by Djinn and by Shin 
and by the space between!  ("returns to his throne").
   BRO. MARS.  1.  Hail, sister of the Scorpion!
   SOR. SCORPIO.  Hail, Lord of the Eagle and the Serpent!
   BRO. MARS.  Amen.  I appoint you to lead the army.
   SOR. SCORPIO.  Let us carry the holy symbols with sacred song and dance 
round the altar of Mars.
   ["The song<> is sung as all march round five times
        deosil before" {50} MARS "in procession headed by" SCORPIO, ARIES,
                    Strike, strike the louder chord!
                    Draw, draw the Flaming Sword!
                    Crowned child and conquering Lord!
                    Horus, avenger!               ["All resume stations."
   Brother Aries, let us invoke the Master of the Battle.
   BRO. ARIES ["advances and kneels to" MARS].  Mighty and Terrible One, we 
beseech thee to lead us in the Battle.  Here, by thy Symbols, thy Spear, the 
Sword, and The Drum, we pray thee to strengthen our arms and to defend our 
hearts.  For we are thy chosen warriors, O thou Master of the Battle!
   We now invoke thee, O Ama-Inanna, whom our Brethren worshipped in the days 
of ancient Babylon, great Goddess of Love and War, who made love and war to 
Gilgames, the ruler of thine own city Erech.  We invoke thee, our Mother, that 
thou entreat for us with the Master of Battles.
   SOR. SCORPIO.  To what end do we ask the aid of the Lord Mars?
   BRO. ARIES.  Unto Jupiter we have given the thunderbolt and the lightning- 
flash; for we seek to enthrone him in the stead of Saturn his father.  But 
Saturn yet reigns; we need the Sword of Mars.
   SOR. SCORPIO.  My heart and hand are with you, children.
                                    ["She plays.<>"
                                             [MARS "starts up and recites:"

   1. ...  The Dukes of Edom were amazed: Trembling took hold on the mighty of 
Moab! {51}
   2.  Lord, when thou wentest out of Seir; when thou marchedst out of the 
Field of Edom; the earth trembled, and the heaven dropped: the clouds also 
dropped water.
   3.  Curse ye Meroz, saith the angel of the Lord, curse ye bitterly the 
inhabitants thereof; because they came not to the help of the Lord, to the 
help of the Lord against the Mighty!
   4.  The river Kishon swept them away: that ancient river, the river Kishon!
   5.  Oh, my soul, thou hast trodden down strength!

   1.  He bowed the Heavens also and and came down: and darkness was under his 
feet: at the Brightness that was before him thick clouds passed: hail stones 
and flashes of fire!
   2.  The Lord thundred through the Heavens, and the Highest gave forth his 
voice; hailstones and flashes of fire!
   3.  He sent forth his arrows and scattered them: He hurled forth his 
lightnings and destroyed them!
   4.  The Channels of the Waters were seen: and the Foundations of the World 
were discovered.
   5.  At thy Rebuke, oh Lord!  At the Blast of the Breath of thy Nostrils!

   1.  Oh Lord!  I have heard thy Speech, and was afraid!
   2.  The Voice of the Lord is upon the Waters.
       The God of Glory thundereth!
       The Lord is upon many Waters.
   3.  The Voice of the Lord is strong and powerful!
       The Voice of the Lord is full of Majesty!
   4.  The Voice of the Lord breaketh the Cedars!
       Yea! the Lord breaketh the Cedars of Lebanon!
   5.  The Voice of the Lord divideth the flames of fire!
       Yea! the Lord shaketh the wilderness of Kadesh!

   1.  Eloah came out of Temani of Edom: And the Holy One from Mount Paran:
   2.  He had Karnaim in his hand; and there was the Hiding of his Power.
   3.  Before him went the Pestilence; and Flaming Fire went forth at his 
   4.  He stood, and measured the Earth: He beheld, and drove asunder the 
   5.  And the Everlasting Mountains were scattered; the Perpetual Hills did 
bow! {52}

   1.  Was the Lord displeased against the Rivers?
       Was thine anger kindled against the Rivers?
       Was thy wrath kindled against the Sea?
       That thou didst ride upon thy Horses and thy Chariots of Salvation?
   2.  The Mountains saw thee and they trembled.  The deluge of Water rolled 
by: the Deep uttered his voice; and lifted up his hands on high.
   3.  The Sun and the Moon stood still in their habitations.
   At the light of thine arrows they went, at the shaking of thy glittering 
   4.  Thou didst march through the Land in thine indignation: thou didst 
thresh the Heathen in thine anger.
   5.  Thou didst march through the sea with thine Horses: through the Depth 
of the Mighty Waters!

   [CAPRICORNUS "starts up wildly and dances the dance of" MARS.]
                        [CAPRICORNUS "falls on floor near his place."
   SOR. SCORPIO.  Brother Aries, let us crown the Master of Battles.
   ["They advance to altar."  SOR. SCORPIO "takes crown and crowns" MARS,
        "all" PROBATIONERS "joining in chant as before."]
   BRO. MARS.  May Victory crown your arms!
   PROBATIONERS.  Let us join battle!  We conquer!  We conquer.
   [CAPRICORNUS "rushes forward and threatens them, reciting:"

               My head is split.  The crashing axe
                 Of the agony of things shears through
                   The stupid skull: out spurt the brains.
               The universe revolves, then cracks,
                 Then roars in dissolution due;
                   And I am counting up the gains
               And losses of a life afire
               With dust of thought and dulled desire. {53}

   [SCORPIO, "as if alarmed at the interruption, flees to throne of" MARS "and
        there with" MARS "defies the rabble."  BRO. ARIES "rallies"
               So, all is over.  I admit
                 Futility the lord of will.
                   Life was an episode for me.
               As for the meanest monad, knit
                 To man by mightier bonds than skill
                   Of subtle-souled psychology.
               May sever.  Aim in chaos?  None.
               The soul rolls senseless as the sun.
                                      ["All are driven back up to altar."
   BRO. CAPRICORNUS.  ["ends"].  "There is no God."
   MARS ["leaps up and goes to altar with uplifted sword"].
      1.  Silence! [a pause].  There is no God --- but God!
                [ARIES "and" PROBATIONERS "dance a war dance."
                             [CAPRICORNUS "slinks from temple."
                                                  [MARS "recites."
          This is the day which down the void abysm
          At the Earth-born's spell yawns for Heaven's despotism,
            And Conquest is dragged captive through the deep;
          Love, from its awful throne of patient power
          In the wise heart, from the last giddy hour
            Of dead endurance, from the slippery steep,
          And narrow verge of crag-like agony, springs
          And folds over the world its healing wings.

          Gentleness, Virtue, Wisdom, and Endurance ---
          These are the seals of that most firm assurance
             Which bars the pit over Destructions's strength;
          And if, with infirm hand, Eternity,
          Mother of many acts and hours, should free
            The serpent that would clasp her with his length,
          These are the spells by which to reassume
          An empire o'er the disentangled doom.

          To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;
          To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; {54}
            To defy Power, which seems omnipotent;
          To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates
          From its own wreck the thing it contemplates;
            Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent;
          This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be
          Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free;
          This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory!

                   [SCORPIO "plays in accordance<>"
   BRO. ARIES.  Hail to Thee that sailest heavenwards!
      Hail to Thee in whose eye is a Flame of Fire!
      Hail, Lord of the Destroying Army!
   MARS.  Hail, brethren.
   BRO. ARIES.  Hail unto Thee, that hast fought at the side
            of our Lord in the great Battle!
        Hail unto Thee, our Lady of Tumult!
        Terrible and beautiful was thou in the midst of the
            battle, upon thy chariot!
        Hail unto Thee, as unto thy Lord!
   SOR. SCORPIO.  Hail, brethren!
   BRO. ARIES.  Let us rejoice in our victory!
   ["He leads" PROBATIONERS "in the triumphal dance which becomes slow and"
                                                       ["A pause."
   BRO. ARIES ["to seal his triumph"].  1-4444.
   BRO. CAPRICORNUS ["without"].  4444-1.
                          [BRO. ARIES "extinguishes all lights."
                          [SCORPIO "plays love poem.<>"
                                             [MARS "recites:"
               Who is this maiden robed for a bride,
                 White shoulders and bright brows adorable,
               The flaming locks that clothe her, and abide,
                 As God were bathing in the fire of Hell? {55}
                   They change, they grow, they shake
                   As sunlight on the lake:
               They hiss, they glisten on her bosom bare.
                   O maiden, maiden queen!
                   The lightning flows between
               Thy mounting breasts, too magically fair.
                   Draw me, O draw me to a dreaming death!
                   Send out thine opiate breath,
               And lull me to the everlasting sleep,
                   That, closing from the kisses of disdain
                   To ecstasy of pain,
               I may sob out my life into their dangerous deep.

               Who cometh from the mountain as a tower
                 Stalwart and set against the fiery foes!
               Who, breathing as a jasmine-laden bower?
                 Who, crowned and lissome as a living rose?
                   Sharp thorns in thee are set;
                   In me, in me beget
               The dolorous despair of this desire.
                   Thy body sways and swings
                   Above the tide of things,
               Laps me as ocean, wraps me round as fire!
                   Ye elemental sorceries of song,
                   Surge, strenuous and strong,
               Seeking dead dreams, the secret of the shrine;
                   So that she drain my life and being up
                   As from a golden cup,
               To mingle in her blood, death's kiss incarnadine.

               Who cometh from the ocean as a flower?
                  Who blossometh above the barren sea,
               Thy lotus set beneath thee for a bower,
                 Thine eyes awakened, lightened, fallen on me?
                   O Goddess, queen, and wife!
                   O lady of my life!
               Who set thy stature as a wood to wave?
                   Whose love begat thy limbs?
                   Whose wave-washed body swims
               That nurtured thee, and found herself a grave? {56}
                   But thou, O thou, hast risen from the deep!
                   All mortals mourn and weep
               To see thee, seeing that all love must die
                   Besides thy beauty, see thee and despair!
                   Deadly as thou art fair,
               I cry for all mankind --- they are slain, even as I!

                                         [SOR. SCORPIO "takes crown off."
                                                           ["A pause."
  [BROTHER CAPRICORNUS "dances the dance of Vulcan to anvil-music in gradually
        increasing red light, at end rushes to throne and finds" MARS "and"
        SCORPIO, "their weapons laid aside, in each other's arms."]
   BRO. CAPRICORNUS.  Ah, wanton!
   [SOR. SCORPIO "takes violin and charms the offended deity, who retires
   MARS.  Brethren in arms, this is not defeat, but victory!  For though I be 
dethroned, not to Me, not to our lady was the glory.  For always is the true 
God hidden --- behold!
   ["One turns on the white light, and there stands" SOL. IN ARIES "upon the
        throne of the East."  MARS "goes to him and recites:"]

               Unity uttermost showed,
                 I adore the might of thy breath,
               Supreme and terrible God
                 Who makest the Gods and death
                   To tremble before thee: ---
                   I, I adore thee!
                                                            ["He kneels."
               O Hawk of gold with power enwalled,
               Whose face is like an emerald;
               Whose crown is indigo as night;
                 Smaragdine snakes about thy brow {57}
               Twine, and the disk of flaming light
                 Is on thee, seated in the prow
               Of the Sun's bark, enthroned above
               With lapis-lazuli for love
                 And ruby for enormous force
               Chosen to seat thee, thee girt round
               With leopard's pell, and golden sound
                 Of planets choral in their course!
                                                              ["He rises."
               O thou self-formulated sire!
               Self-master of thy dam's desire!
               Thine eyes blaze forth with fiery light;
                 Thine heart a secret sun of flame!
               I adore the insuperable might:
                 I bow before the unspoken Name.

                             ["He bows, then turns toward altar."

               For I am Yesterday, and I
                 To-day, and I to-morrow, born
               Now and again, on high, on high
               Travelling on Dian's naked horn!
               I am the Soul that doth create
                 The Gods, and all the Kin of Breath.
               I come from the sequestered state;
                 My birth is from the House of Death.

                                         ["He advances to altar."

               Hail! ye twin hawks high pinnacled
                 That watch upon the universe!
               Ye that the beir of God beheld!
                 That bore it onwards, ministers
               Of peace within the house of Wrath,
               Servants of him that cometh forth
               At dawn with many-coloured lights,
                 Mounting from underneath the North,
               The shrine of the celestial Heights!
                                                        ["At altar." {58}

               He is in me, and I in Him!
                 Mine is the crystal radiance
               That filleth aether to the brim
                 Wherein all stars and suns may dance.
               I am the beautiful and glad,
                 Rejoicing in the golden day.
               I am the spirit silken-clad
                 That fareth on the fiery way.
               I have escaped from him, whose eyes
               Are closed at eventide, and wise
               To drag thee to the House of Wrong: ---
               I am armed!  I am armed!  I am strong!  I am strong!
               I make my way: opposing horns
                 Of secret foemen push their lust
               In vain: my song their fury scorns;
                 They sink, they grovel in the dust.

                                                     ["He turns to" SOL.

               Hail, self-created Lord of Night!
               Inscrutable and infinite!
                 Let Orpheus journey forth to see
                 The Disk in peace and victory!
               Let him adore the splendid sight,
                 The radiance of the Heaven of Nu;
               Soar like a bird, laved by the light,
                 To pierce the far eternal blue!

                            ["He turns to" ARES "and" SCORPIO.

               Hail!  Hermes! thou the wands of ill
                 Hast touched with strength, and they are shivered!
               The way is open unto will!
                 The pregnant Goddess is delivered!

                                                    ["He kneels to" SOL.

               Happy, yea, happy! happy is he
                 That hath looked forth upon the Bier
                   That goeth to the House of Rest!
               His heart is lit with melody;
                 Peace in his house is master of fear;
                   His holy Name is in the West {59}
               When the sun sinks, and royal rays
               Of moonrise flash across the day's.

                                          ["He rises and faces altar."

      I have risen!  I have risen! as a mighty hawk of gold!
      From the golden egg I gather, and my wings the world enfold.
      I alight in mighty splendour from the throned boats of light;
      Companies of Spirits follow me; adore the Lords of Night.
      Yea, with gladness did they paean, bowing low before my car,
      In my ears their homage echoed from the sunrise to the star.
      I have risen!  I am gathered as a lovely hawk of gold,
      I the first-born of the Mother in her ecstasy of old.
      Lo!  I come to face the dweller in the sacred snake of Khem;
      Come to face the Babe and Lion, come to measure force with them!
      Ah! these locks flow down, a river, as the earth's before the Sun,
      As the earth's before the sunset, and the God and I are One.
      I who entered in a Fool, gain the God by clean endeavour;
      I am shaped as men and women, fair for ever and for ever.

   ["He turns and falls clasping" SOL'S "feet.  All prostrate themselves in
        adoration."  SOR. SCORPIO "plays her solar chant.<>"
                                                [SOL "in" ARIES "recites:"

               The world's great age begins anew,
                 The golden years return,
               The earth doth like a snake renew
                 Her winter weeds outworn;
               Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam,
               Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.

               A brighter Hellas rears its mountains
                 From waves serener far;
               A new Peneus rolls his fountains
                 Against the morning star.
               Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep
               Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep. {60}

               A loftier Argo cleaves the main,
                 Fraught with a later prize;
               Another Orpheus sings again,
                 And loves, and weeps, and dies.
               A new Uyllsses leaves once more
               Calypso for his native shore.

               Oh, write no more the tale of Troy,
                 If earth Death's scroll must be!
               Nor mix with Laian rage the joy
                 Which dawns upon the free;
               Although a subtler Sphinx renew
               Riddles of death Thebes never knew.

               Another Athens shall arise,
                 And to remoter time
               Bequeath, like sunset to the skies,
                 The splendour of its prime;
               And leave, if nought so bright may live,
               All earth can take or Heaven can give.

               Saturn and Love their long repose
                 Shall burst, more bright and good
               Than all who fell, than One who rose,
                 Than many unsubdued.
               Not gold, not blood, their altar dowers,
               But votive tears and symbol flowers.

               Oh, cease! must hate and death return?
                 Cease! must men kill and die?
               Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn
                 Of bitter prophecy.
               The world is weary of the past.
               Oh, might it die or rest at last!

   BRO. ARIES.  1-4444.  The battle is indeed fought.
   SOL. IN ARIES. 333-333.  The victory is indeed won.
   BRO. ARIES.  Brethren, the Sun is arisen.  Let us depart
       in joy. {61}
   SOR. SCORPIO.  Let us depart in love.
   MARS.  Let us depart in peace.
   ["The officers leave the Temple," MARS "and" SCORPIO "escorting" SOL "in"
        ARIES, ARIES "and" CAPRICORNUS "following at the head of the Guard of"


                               THE RITE OF SOL



SOL.  "Leopard skin.  Nemyss white-gold over white-sleeved robe.  Spear."
ARIES.  "White robe, spear."
LEO.  "Red robe, spear."
SATAN-TYPHON.  "Violet robe."
SCORPIO-APOPHIS.  "Green robe."
BEZ.  "Black-robe."

"Sol is enthroned in the East; behind him is a black veil which conceals a
       great scarlet cross.  Before him is a second veil.  He is supported by
       Aries on the right, and Leo on the left.  The other officers are
       without the temple, in waiting.  In presentation in public, a third
       veil divides the temple from the congregation." {65}

                               THE RITE OF SOL

   LEO "parts the outermost veil, and advancing, recites chorus from "Atalanta
        in Calydon."

               Before the beginning of years
                 There came to the making of man ... etc.
               ... His life is a watch or a vision
                 Between a sleep and a sleep.
                                                 ["Returns.  A pause."
   ARIES.  333-333.
   LEO.  333-333.
   ARIES.  Brother Leo, what is the place?
   LEO.  The Temple of the Sun upon the Mountain of Abiegnus!
   ARIES.  Brother Leo, what is the hour?
   LEO.  Sunset!
   ARIES.  It is the hour of sacrifice.
   LEO.  Brother Aries, what is the sacrifice?
   ARIES.  It is hidden from me.                           ["Silence."
   SOL.  1-22-22-1.
   ARIES.  Hark! it is the Summons of the King.
   LEO.  It is the Lord of Heaven that awakens the Children of the Light.
                          ["They draw the veil --- full light --- and kneel."
   ARIES.  Let us adore the Exalted One!
               Life of Life, thy lips enkindle
                 With their love the breath between them; {67}
               And thy smiles before they dwindle
                 Make the cold air fire; then screen them
               In those looks, where whoso gazes
               Faints, entangled in their mazes.

               Child of Light! thy limbs are burning
                 Through the vest which seems to hide them;
               As the radiant lines of morning
                 Through the clouds, ere they divide them;
               And this atmosphere divinest
               Shrouds thee wheresoe'er thou shinest.

               Fair are others; none beholds thee,
                 But thy voice sounds low and tender
               Like the fairest, for it folds thee
                 From the sight, that liquid splendour,
               And all feel, yet see thee never,
               As I feel now, lost forever!

               Lamp of Earth! where'er thou movest
                 Its dim shapes are clad with brightness,
               And the souls of whom thou lovest
                 Walk upon the winds with lightness,
               Till they fall, as I am falling,
               Dizzy, lost, yet unbewailing!

   ARIES.  Hail unto Thee, O thou that art exalted in thy strength, that 
travellest over the Heaven in Thy Bark in the Splendour of noon!
                            [ARIES "and" LEO "resume thrones."
   ["A" PROBATIONER "recites the" 12 "fold glorification of God from" 963.]
   ["Enter" SCORPIO-APOPHIS "dressed in a filmy white robe, her hair in
                                 [ARIES "and" LEO "rise and bow."
   ARIES.  Hail thou!  Whence comest thou?
   SCORPIO-APOPHIS.  From the House of God.
   ARIES.  What bringest thou as an offering to our Lord? {68}
   SCORPIO-APOPHIS.  The House of God is fallen.  There is nothing left 
therein.  Therefore I bring nothing but myself.
   LEO.  Let us burn her upon the altar of burnt offering.
   SCORPIO-APOPHIS.  But in the fire my tears would be dried up; and these 
tears are of mine offering to the Lord.
   LEO.  Let us throw her to the sacred crocodile.
   SCORPIO-APOPHIS.  But in the water my heart would be chilled; and this 
heart is of mine offering to the Lord.
   LEO.  Let us throw her to the winds from the Watchtowers of Silence.
   SCORPIO-APOPHIS.  But in the wind my hymns would not be heard; and these 
hymns are of mine offering to the Lord.
   LEO.  Let us bury her in the consecrated mountain!
   SCORPIO-APOPHIS.  But in the earth the worms would devour my flesh; and 
this flesh is of mine offering to the Lord.  Oh Lord, let thy servants return 
unto their thrones that I may worship Thee as I will.
   SOL.  22-1-1-22.
                         [ARIES "and" LEO "return to their thrones."
   [SCORPIO-APOPHIS "plays her passionate melody, her siren melody, her
        despairing "Venus in Tannhauser" melody.<>  She clasps the feet and knees of" SOL "but he gives
        no sign of life."]
   ["At the end "ARIES "and" LEO "rise from their thrones --- a pause."]
   ARIES.  ("Loudly").  333-333.
   LEO.  ("Louder").  333-333.
   ARIES.  The hour of sacrifice is past.
   SCORPIO-APOPHIS.  The hour of sacrifice is to come. {69}
   LEO.  The sacrifice is not accepted.
   SCORPIO-APOPHIS.  The sacrifice is accepted.
   ARIES.  Depart from us, thou unclean thing!
   [ARIES "and" LEO "raise her and march from the temple," ARIES "leading,"
        LEO following her."]
        [ARIES "and" LEO "re-enter and resume thrones --- a pause."
   ARIES.  333-333.
   LEO.  333-333.
   ARIES.  Brother Leo, this is of evil omen.
   LEO.  Brother Aries, it is indeed of evil omen.
   ARIES.  There will be no more sacrifice to-day.
   LEO.  There will be no more sacrifice to-day.
   ARIES.  The sun is already setting.
   LEO.  The night birds are already abroad.
   ARIES.  It grows very dark.
   LEO.  The path is too steep and dangerous for any pilgrims to come hither.
   ARIES.  There is no moon to-night.
   LEO.  I think there will be rain.
   ARIES.  Let us close the shrine.
   LEO.  The disk of the sun is not yet quite obscured.
   ARIES.  But no pilgrims can come now.
   LEO.  No pilgrims can come now.  But it is the rule of the temple that the 
shrine is open unto the last spark of sunlight.
   ARIES.  Brother Leo, I beg that you will close the shrine with me.
   LEO.  It cannot be.
   ARIES.  Brother Leo, I know the rule.  But evil will assuredly come to us 
from this.
   LEO.  Brother Aries, the Law may not be broken. {70}
   ARIES.  Brother Leo, the Law is made so that the wise may break it at their 
   LEO.  Brother Aries, in my heart is fidelity --- fidelity --- fidelity.
   ARIES.  Brother Leo, a god has whispered in mine ear: it is folly --- folly 
--- folly.
   LEO.  The sun will be obscured in a moment: and no pilgrims can come to- 
   ARIES.  No pilgrims can come to-night.
   LEO.  There will be no more sacrifice.
   ARIES.  There will be no more sacrifice.
[SATAN-TYPHON, SCORIPO-APOPHIS, "and" BESZ "enter silently in procession.  The
        light grows momentarily dimmer."]
   ARIES.  Hail, brethren!  Ye are come to adore the splendour of the sun?
   SATAN-TYPHON.  We are come to sacrifice.
   ARIES.  What are the offerings?
   BESZ.  Dancing.
   SATAN-TYPHON.  Silence and Stillness.
            ["He prostrates himself and remains motionless."
[SCORPIO-APOPHIS "bows to "SOL" and plays an adoration.<>"
                     [BESZ "dances in adoration in three-time."
                              [SATAN-TYPHON "rises and bows."
   ARIES.  Whence come ye, brethren?
   SATAN-TYPHON.  From the dwelling-place of the sun.
   ARIES.  Who are ye, brethren?
   SATAN-TYPHON.  I am the twin brother of the sun.
   SCORPIO-APOPHIS.  I am the beloved of the sun. {71}
   ARIES.  ["To" BESZ.]  But who art thou, brother?
                                         [BESZ "begins to stammer."
   LEO.  Who art thou?
   ["They threaten him with their spears."  BESZ "crouches in terror and lurks
        toward West."]
   SATAN-TYPHON.  I would have speech with my brother the Sun.
   ARIES.  It is well.
   LEO.  It is not well.  There is danger herein to my Lord.
                                              ["He bars the way."
   ARIES.  Speech cannot harm our Lord.
   LEO.  Brother, if thou be indeed our borther, what wilt thou say?
   SATAN-TYPHON.  O Sun, my brother, is it thy will that I have speech with 
thee?  For I lay with thee nine moons in the womb of our mother; for we have 
loved as none have loved; for I am closer knit with thee than light and 
darkness, or than life and death!
   SOL.  22-1-1-22.
                [LEO "gives way and returns to his throne, very sad."
   [SATAN-TYPHON "advances to" SOL "and" ARIES "closes the veil on them."]
                         [BESZ "jumps up and runs off crouchingly."
                                              ["The lights go out."
   [SCORPIO-APOPHIS "plays her serpent melody.<>"
                                                         [LEO "recites."
               Mortals never learn from stories
                 How catastrophe becomes;
               How above the victor's glories
                 In the trumpets and the drums {72}
               And the cry of millions "Master!"
                 Looms the shadow of disaster.

               Every hour a man hath said:
                 "That at least is scotched and dead."
               Some one circumstance: "At last
                 That, and its effects, are past."
               Some one terror --- subtle foe!
                 "I have laid that spectre low."

               They know not, learn not, cannot calculate
                 How subtly Fate
               Weaves its fine mesh, perceiving how to wait;
                 Or how accumulate
               The trifles that shall make it master yet
                 Of the strong soul that bade itself forget.
 ["A dim red light dawns."  BESZ "enters, leading four" PROBATIONERS "who bear
        the Pastos.  They place it before the altar."]
   ARIES.  What is this offering?
   BESZ.  The eater of Flesh is my name.
   ARIES.  Oh, our Lord, our Lord!  Arise in thy might, and let thine enemies 
be scattered!
   [ARIES "and" LEO "draw veil.  The throne has been cast down.  On the black
      veil is a great red cross, whereon" SOL "has been crucified.  Before him
      stands" SATAN-TYPHON "in the sign of Apophis and Typhon."]
   [Aries "and" LEO "fall as if slain."  SCORPIO-APOPHIS "plays her murder
 ["Meanwhile the" PROBATIONERS "advance and under the direction of Typhon, who
      stabs" SOL "in the proper manner with the spear of" Sol, "take down" SOL
       from the cross and lay him in the Pastos.  They cover it."  BESZ "does
       his brutal demoniac dance upon the lid of the coffin." {73}  "Exeunt"
       OMNIS "exc." SOL.  "This ends in complete darkness.  Silence.  There is
       a flash of light, and the stage is shewn empty.  Only a glimmer
       remains.  Now" SCORPIO-APOPHIS "steals on to the stage, and plays a low
       secret melody.<>  The red lights increase.
       She uncovers and embraces the corpse.  Then covers it again, goes to
       the throne, and instals herself thereon.  The green light dawns and
       glows brighter and brighter, as the red light dwindles and goes out."]
   SCORPIO-APOPHIS.  7777777.
   ["The" PROBATIONERS "and other officers enter, erect."
   SCORPIO-APOPHIS.  Children, array yourselves before me, and worship at my 
   ARIES.  Our Lord is slain.  And who art thou that hast assumed His Throne?
   LEO.  Our Lord is slain.  And who art thou that hast assumed His Throne?
   SCORPIO-APOPHIS.  I am the Mother of the Gods and the Sister of Time and 
the Daughter of Space.  I am Nature that holdeth sway when the effort of man 
is exhausted. ... ... Brother Leo, I am the goddess that cometh forth riding 
upon the Lion.  Behold!  I strike thee with my wand, and inspire thee.
   I command thee to declare me unto the multitude.

          Lo! in the interstellar space of night
            Clothed with deep darkness, the majestic spaces
          Abide the dawn of deity and light,
            Vibrate before the passionless pale faces {74}
          Shrined in exceeding glory, eremite.
             The tortoise skies in sombre carapaces
          Await the expression and the hour of birth
          In silence through the adamantine girth.

          I rose in glory, gathered of the foam.
            The sea's flower folded, charioting me risen
          Where dawns rose stole from its pearl-glimmering home,
            And heaven laughed, and earth: and mine old prison,
          The seas that lay beneath the mighty dome,
            Shone with my splendour.  Light did first bedizen
          Earth with its clusters of fiery dew and spray,
          When I looked forth and cried, "It is the day!"

          The stars are dewdrops on my bosom's space;
            The sun and moon are glances through my lashes,
          Long, tender rays of night; my subtle face
            Burns through the sky-dusk, lightens, fills, and flashes
          With solemn joy and laughter of love; the grace
            Of all my body swaying stoops and dashes
          Swift to the daisy's dawn of love: and swiftest,
          O spirit of man, when unto me thou liftest!

          Dawn shakes the molten fire of my delight
            From the fine flower and fragrance of my tresses!
          Sunset bids darken all my body's light,
            Mixing its music with the sad caresses
          Of the whole world: I wheel in wingless flight
            Through lampless space, the starless wildernesses!
          Beyond the universal bounds that roll,
          There is the shrine and image of my soul.

          I am Nature and God: I reign, I am, alone.
            None other may abide apart: they perish,
          Drawn into me, into my being grown.
            None other bosom is, to bear, to nourish,
          To be: the heart of all beneath my zone
            Of blue and gold is scarlet-bright to cherish
          My own life's being, that is, and is not other;
          For I am God and Nature and thy Mother.  {75}

          I am the thousand-breasted milky spouse,
            Virginal also: Tartarus and Gaia
          Twinned in my womb, and Chaos from my brows
            Shrank back abashed, my sister dark and dire,
          Mother of Erebus and Night, that ploughs
            With starry-sandalled feet the fields of fire;
          My sister shrank and fell, the infernal gloom
          Changed to the hot sweet shadow of my womb.

          I am: that darkness strange and uterine
            Is shot with dawn and scented with the rose;
          The deep dim prison-house of corn and wine,
            Flowers, children, stars, with flame far subtler glows
          Formless, all-piercing, death-defying, divine,
            A sweet frail lamp whose shadow gleams and shows
          No darkness, is as light is where its rays
          Cross, interweave, and marry with the day's!

          I am: the heart that flames from central Me,
            Seeks out all life, and takes again, to mingle
          Its passion with my might and majesty,
            Till the vast floods of the man's being tingle
          And glow, self-lost within my soul and sea
            Of love, the sun of utter light, and single
          Keen many-veined heart: our lips and kisses
          Marry and muse on our immortal blisses.

          I am: the greatest and the least: the sole
             And separate life of things.  The mighty stresses
          Of worlds are my nerves twitching.  Branch and bole
            Of forests waving in deep wildernesses
          Are hairs upon my body.  Rivers roll
            To make one tear in my superb caresses,
          When on myself myself begets a child,
          A system of a thousand planets piled!

          I am: the least, the greatest: the frail life
            Of some small coral-insect still may tremble
          With love for me, and call me queen and wife;
            The shy plant of the water may dissemble {76}
          Its love beneath the fronds; reply to strife
            With strife, and all its tiny being crumble
          Under my rough and warrior husband-kiss,
          Whose pain shall burn, and alter, and be bliss!

          I am: no word beside that solemn one
            Reigns in sound's kingdom to express my station,
          Who, clothed and crowned with suns beyond the sun,
            Bear on the mighty breast of foam Thalassian,
          Bear on my bosom, jutting plenilune,
            Maiden, the fadeless Rose of the Creation!
          The whole flower-life of earth and sky and sea
          From me was born, and shall return to me!

          I am: for men and beings passionate,
            For mine own self calm as the river-cleaving
          Lotus-borne lord of Silence: I create
            Or discreate, both in my bosom heaving:
          My lightest look is mother of a Fate:
            My fingers sapphire-ringed with sky are weaving
          Ever new flowers and lawns of life, designed
          Nobler and newer in mine older mind.

          I am: I am not, but all-changing move
            The worlds evolving in a golden ladder,
          Spiral or helical, fresh gusts of love
            Filling one sphere from the last sphere grown gladder;
          All gateways leading far to the above.
            Even as the bright coils of the emerald adder
          Climb one by one in glory of sunlight, climb
          My children to me up the steep of Time.

          I am: before me all the years are dead,
            And all the fiery locks of sunrise woven
          Into the gold and scarlet of my head:
            In me all skies and seas are shaken and cloven:
          All life and light and love about me shed,
            Begotten in me, in my moving moven,
          Are as my tears: all worlds that ever swam
          As dew of kisses on my lips: I am.  {77}

   ["She draws" LEO "up to her.  The others kneel in adoration."  SCORPIO-
        APOPHIS "plays her soft voluptuous melody.<>"]
   ARIES.  Brother Leo, what is the hour?
   LEO.  The evening star is arisen.
   ARIES.  The sacrifice is accomplished.
   LEO.  What is the sacrifice?
   ARIES.  Man.
   LEO.  Who is the priestess?
   ARIES.  Woman.
   LEO.  Unto what God?
   ARIES.  It is hidden from me.
   LEO.  Let every man depart unto his house.
   ARIES.  1-333-1-1.      LEO.  1-333-1-1.     SCORPIO-APOPHIS.  1-1-333-1.


                              THE RITE OF VENUS

                                 THE OFFICERS

                    VENUS.  "Blue Robe."
                    TAURUS.  "Orange Robe."
                    LIBRA.  "Green Robe."
                    PISCES.  "Crimson Robe."
                    LUNA IN TAURUS.  "Silver Robe."
                    SATURN IN LIBRA.  "Black Robe."

   "No officer has any weapon.  Venus is throned, and on her right are Libra
        and Saturn in Libra, on her left Taurus and Luna in Taurus, while at
        her feet lies Pisces.  Her throne is an oyster-shell, as in the
        picture by Botticelli.  Before it a veil.  Without, an altar; and
        without the temple, a further veil."


                              THE RITE OF VENUS


   "Full light."  VENUS, "seated before altar," LIBRA "and" TAURUS "at its 
   VENUS.  7777777.
   LIBRA.  7777777.
   TAURUS.  7777777.
   VENUS.  Brother Libra, I command thee to declare the Secret of Venus.
   LIBRA.  "recites Swinburne's "Hertha.  ["All present recline and sleep."]
   VENUS.  Having ears they hear not.  Brothers Taurus and Libra, let the veil 
be drawn.                                        ["They do so."

                                    PART I

  ["Twilight."  VENUS "is enthroned on high, swathed in masses of red hair and
        roses.  The altar is covered with roses; there is a small flame
   TAURUS "and" LIBRA "draw the inner veil apart."  LIBRA "returns and 
                       Daughter of Glory, child
                       Of Earth's Dione mild
               By the Father of all, the AEgis-bearing King!  {83)}
                       Spouse, daughter, mother of God,
                       Queen of the blest abode
               In Cyprus' splendour singly glittering.
                       Sweet sister unto me,
                       I cry aloud to thee!
               I laugh upon thee laughing, O dew caught up from sea!

                       Drawn by sharp sparrow and dove,
                       And swan's wide plumes of love,
               And all the swallow's swifter vehemence,
                       And, subtler than the Sphinx,
                       The ineffable iynx
               Heralds thy splendour swooning into sense,
                       When from the bluest bowers
                       And greenest-hearted hours
               Of Heaven thou smil'st toward earth, a miracle of flowers!

                       Down to the loveless sea
                       Where lay Persephone
               Violate, where the shade of earth is black,
                       Crystalline out of space
                       Flames the immortal face!
               The glory of the comet-tailed track
                       Blinds all black earth with tears.
                       Silence awakes and hears
               The music of thy moving come over the starry spheres.

                       Wrapped in rose, green, and gold,
                       Blues many and manifold,
               A cloud of incense hides thy splendour of light;
                       Hides from the prayer's distress
                       Thy loftier loveliness,
               Till thy veil's glory shrouds the earth from night;
                       And silence speaks indeed,
                       Seeing the subtler speed
               Of its own thought than speech of the Pandean reed!

                                             [LIBRA "returns."  {84}
   VENUS.  7777777.
   SATURN.   Amen.
   VENUS.  333-1-333.
   SATURN.   Amen.
   VENUS.  1-55555-1.
   LIBRA "and" PISCES.  Amen.
   VENUS.  Brother Saturn, what is the hour?
   SATURN.   Twilight.
   VENUS.  Sister Pisces, from whose house are we come out?
   PISCES.  From the House of Death.
   VENUS.  Brother Taurus, what is stronger than death?
   TAURUS.  Love.
   VENUS.  Brother Libra, what is the place?
   LIBRA.  The Mountain of Venus, that hangeth from the navel of the Universe 
over the Great Abyss.
   VENUS.  Let us celebrate the Rite of Venus.
   [LUNA "plays a waltz tune.  The" PROBATIONERS "dance together."]
   VENUS.  Children of Love, what is the hour?
   ALL.  ["A confused murmur."]  It is the hour of love.
   [ALL "sink down together.  The lights go out.  A long pause."] {85}

                                   PART II

   VENUS.  ("Awakening.")  333-1-333.
   ["Venus is brilliantly illuminated; the rest remain dark."
   VENUS.  Little brother, what is the hour?
   PISCES.  The dawn is at hand.
   VENUS.  Little brother, what is the place?
   TAURUS.  It is the holy mountain of our Lady Venus.
   VENUS.  Children, awake and rejoice.
   LIBRA.  Awake and rejoice.
   PISCES.  How shall we rejoice?
   TAURUS.  As our Lady hath appointed.
   LIBRA.  As you like it.
   PISCES.  Wherein shall we rejoice?
   TAURUS.  In our Lady Venus.
   LIBRA.  In what you will.
   TAURUS.  Thy will, our lady, and not ours be done!
   PISCES.  Mistress, let the adorations be performed!
   LIBRA.  Children, array yourselves before me, and rejoice in the adorations
        of my beauty.
   ["They form, each with his partner."  LIBRA "disappears behind veil."
        TAURUS "recites invocation."]
Salutation to Hathor, holy cow in the pastures of Evening.
Salutation to Hathor, in the Mountain of the West; in the land of perfect
           Peace, Salutation.  {86}
A devouring fire is thy soul, and the corpses of the dead are enkindled at thy
Salutation to Hathor, the child of Isis and of Nephthys!
Salutation to Hathor, the bride of Apis, of Apis that hath the beetle upon his
A devouring fire is thy soul, and the corpses of the dead are enkindled at thy
Salutation to Hathor, whose necklace is of the Souls of the blessed ones of
Salutation to Hathor, whose girdle is of the Souls of the blessed ones of Seb!
Salutation to Hathor, whose sandals are of the Souls of the blessed ones of
A devouring fire is thy soul, and the corpses of the dead are enkindled at thy
                                                  ["Returns to his throne."
   VENUS.  Brother Libra, art thou silent?                ["A pause."
           Brother Libra, where art thou?
      LIBRA, "still hidden, recites from Swinburne's "Atalanta."

        We have seen thee, O Love, thou art fair; thou art goodly, O Love;
        Thy wings make light in the air as the wings of a dove, "etc."
                   ... Famine, and blighting of corn,
                   When thy time was come to be born.

                               [LIBRA "appears and confronts her."

                   All these we know of; but thee
                     Who shall discern or declare? "etc."
                   ... Wilt thou utterly bring to an end?
                     Have mercy, mother!

   VENUS.  Nay, brother, thou art the chiefest of my chosen.
   LIBRA.  Alas.
   VENUS.  Yea, brother: in the end all turn to me, and all return to me.

                 Isis am I, and from my life are fed
                   All showers and suns, all moons that wax and wane;
                 All stars and streams, the living and the dead,
                   The mystery of pleasure and of pain.   {87}
                 I am the mother!  I the speaking sea!
                 I am the earth and its fertility!
               Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness, return to me ---
                 To me!

                 Hathoor am I, and to my beauty drawn
                   All glories of the Universe bow down,
                 The blossom and the mountain and the dawn,
                   Fruit's blush, and woman, our creations's crown.
                 I am the priest, the sacrifice, the shrine,
                 I am the love and life of the divine!
               Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness are surely mine ---
                 Are mine!

                 Venus am I, the love and light of earth,
                   The wealth of kisses, the delight of tears,
                 The barren pleasure never come to birth,
                   The endless, infinite desire of years.
                 I am the shrine at which thy long desire
                 Devoured thee with intolerable fire.
               I was song, music, passion, death, upon thy lyre ---
                 Thy lyre!

                 I am the Grail and I the Glory now:
                   I am the flame and fuel of thy breast;
                 I am the star of God upon thy brow;
                   I am thy queen, enraptured and possessed.
                 Hide thee, sweet river; welcome to the sea,
                 Ocean of love that shall encompass thee!
               Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness, return to me ---
                 To me!

   [PISCES "performs a sleepy sinuous dance by herself, and returns to Venus'
        throne lapsed into herself, and as if exhausted."]

               Rise, rise, my knight!  My king!  My love, arise!
               See the grave avenues of Paradise,
               The dewy larches bending at my breath,
               Portentous cedars prophesying death!  {88}

   ["She is interrupted by the Violin of the throned" LUNA, "who plays her
        unutterable melody.<>"  PISCES "manifests
   VENUS.  Brother Libra, what is this song?
                  My soul is an enchanted boat,
                  Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float
               Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing;
                  And thine doth like an angel sit
                  Beside a helm conducting it,
               Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing.
                  It seems to float ever, for ever,
                  Upon that many-winding river,
                  Between mountains, woods, abysses,
                  A paradise of wildernesses!
               Till, like one in slumber bound,
               Borne to the Ocean, I float down, around,
               Into a sea profound, of ever-spreading sound.

                  Meanwhile thy spirit lifts its pinions
                  In music's most serene dominions;
               Catching the winds that fan that happy heaven.
                  And we sail on, away, afar,
                  Without a course, without a star,
               But by the instinct of sweet music driven;
                  Till through Elysian garden islets
                  By thee, most beautiful of pilots,
                  Where never mortal pinnace glided,
                  The boat of my desire is guided;
               Realms where the air we breathe is love,
               Which in the winds and on the waves doth move,
               Harmonising this earth with what we feel above.

                  We have past Age's icy caves,
                  And Manhood's dark and tossing waves,
               And Youth's Smooth ocean, smiling to betray:
                  Beyond the glassy gulphs we flee {89}
                  Of shadow-peopled Infancy,
               Through Death and Birth, to a diviner day;
                  A paradise of vaulted bowers,
                  Lit by downward-gazing flowers,
                  And watery paths that wind between
                  Wildernesses calm and green,
               Peopled by shapes too bright to see,
               And rest, having beheld; somewhat like thee;
               Which walk upon the sea, and chant melodiously!

   [VENUS "manifests distress."  PISCES "slips away to the throne of" LUNA.]
           [LUNA "plays her conquering melody.<>"
   VENUS.  Oh!  Oh!
   LIBRA.  Holier than pleasure is pain; nobler is abstinence than indulgence; 
from sloth and faith we turn to toil and science; from the tame victories of 
the body to the wild triumphs of the mind.
   VENUS.  It is the ruin of the temple.
   LIBRA.  For from thee cometh the Utterance of the Present; but of the 
Future no word.
   VENUS.  And thou wilt?
   LIBRA.  The Word.
   [SATURN "comes out and dances his dance, and falls, clasping the hem of"
        LIBRA'S "robe."]
   VENUS.  Who is this?  These are not my dances; these footsteps tread not my 
measures; not me he worships by the paces and pauses of his feet!
        [LUNA "plays a wild and horrible melody.<>"
                           [SATURN" drags" LIBRA "backwards into the dusk."
   ["The" PROBATIONERS "group similarly;" MARS "with" MARS "and" VENUS "with"
        VENUS.  Some, too, stand isolated.] {90}
   VENUS.  Brother Taurus, art thou faithful, thou alone?
   TAURUS.  ["Seductively yet ironically."]  Knowest thou not me?
   VENUS.  Yea, my beloved, Lord of all my doves.
   TAURUS.  Venus, our Lady!
   VENUS.  Come unto me!
                         ["She half rises and draws him to her."
   TAURUS.  Within the veil?
   VENUS.  There is no veil before my shrine!
   ["She unfastens his robe.  As it falls he leaps up with the Caduceus, as"
        MERCURY, "and tramples her beneath his feet."]
   TAURUS.  In the Beginning was the Word; and the Word was with God; and the 
Word was God!
   ["All come forward;" SATURN "with" LIBRA "linked;" LUNA "and" PISCES
        "linked; and bow to him."]
   LUNA.  The Treason is accomplished.
   PISCES.  The mind is nobler than the body.
   SATURN.  Friendship is holier than love.
   LIBRA.  Nature is overcome by wit.
   PISCES.  How shall we adore thee?
   TAURUS.  As you like it.
   SATURN.  What shall we sacrifice?
   TAURUS.  Want you will.
   [LUNA "plays a moto perpetuo,<>" ALL, "bowing in
        adoration to" MERCURY.]
   LIBRA.  Brother, what is the hour?
   PISCES.  Dawn.
   LIBRA.  Let us depart unto the work of the day.
   ALL.  Amen. {91}

                             THE RITE OF MERCURY


               MERCURY.  "Violet Robe."
               FR. "and" SOR. GEMINI.  "White Dancing Robe and Black Robe."
               VIRGO.  "Green Robe."
               FOUR PROBATIONERS.

"Mercury is throned between the Twins.  At the west of the Altar is Virgo, and
                             his four attendants."


                             THE RITE OF MERCURY


   MERCURY.  22-333-333.                               ["Full light."
   The Speech in the Silence.
   The Words against the Son of Night.
   The Voice of Mercury in the Universe in the Presence of the Eternal Gods.
   The Formulas of Knowledge.
   The Wisdom of Breath.
   The Radix of Vibration.
   The Shaking of the Invisible.
   The Rolling Asunder of the Darkness.
   The Becoming Visible of Matter.
   The Piercing of the Coils of the Stooping Dragon.
   The Breaking Forth of the Light.
   ["All being seated, the" FOUR PROBATIONERS "rise from among the other"
        PROBATIONERS "and march to the altar."]
   FIRST PROBATIONER.  333-333-22.  Brethren, let us kindle the holy perfumes 
in honour of the most divine God.
   ALL FOUR PROBATIONERS.  ["While he does so."]  Hail unto the most divine 
Lord Mercury!
   FIRST PROBATIONER.  ["To" FR. GEMINI]  Our Brother, child {97} of the 
Voice, we ask Thee for thy help.  Wilt thou purify the Temple, that we may 
proceed with the invocations?
   FR. GEMINI.  I am one with you, Brethren!
   ["He rises and performs the Banishing Ritual of the Hexagram. While he does
        so, the" FOUR PROBATIONERS "stand facing the assembly."]
   FR. GEMINI.  Let the rites of Mercury be celebrated.
                                 ["They turn round, facing the altar again."
   [MERCURY "reads Gemini and Virgo sections from" 963 "at altar."]
   ["The big lights are put out; only a small purple light remains."]
   FIRST PROBATIONER.  O Thou Lord of Harmony!  Master of the Right Will, Thou 
who hast brought unto us the divine seeds of self-knowledge --- we, the humble 
Servants of the children of Thy voice, we call on Thee to lead us out of our 
   FIRST PROBATIONER.  O Thou, Divine Worker!  Master of all that is Divine! 
Herald of all that is coming!  Builder of our House!  Holy art Thou, Thou that 
knowest the Supreme Mysteries!
   CHORUS.  We call Thee, O Thrice Holy!
   FIRST PROBATIONER.  O Thou, All Good, we call Thee!
   VIRGO.  1. ["Rising."]  Not Good alone, Brethren!  But all complete in the 
perfect Equilibrium.
   FR. GEMINI.  Ay, The Balance must be kept even.  Sister, let us invoke the 
Lord of Knowledge!
   VIRGO.  He gave unto you, children of His Voice, the {98} Power of the 
making of fair things.  Sing ye unto your Shepherd!
   FR. GEMINI.  ["Rises and stands before" MERCURY.]  O Spirit, O Divine 
Messenger, Mighty One, most mighty circling and all comprehending Divine 
Bearer of the Wand, hail!  Coelestial, aethereal, inter-aethereal, water like, 
air like, fire like, earth like, like unto light, like unto darkness, shining 
as do the Stars, moist, hot, cold Spirit, hail to Thee, ever laughing Child-
God, all-knowing.  Through Thee alone can we hope to reach Light and Truth.
                                                     ["Returns to his seat."
           [SOR. GEMINI "plays accordingly.<>"
                                                    ["A short pause."

   MERCURY.  At the Ending of the Light,
             At the Limits of the Night,
             Stood Mercury before the Unborn ones of Time.
             Then was formulated the Universe;
             Then came forth the Gods thereof,
             The aeons of the Bornless Beyond.
             Then was the Voice vibrated;
             Then was the Name declared.
             At the Threshold of Entrance,
             Between the Universe and the Infinite,
             In the Sign of the Enterer
             Stood Mercury, as before him
             The aeons were proclaimed.
             In Symbols did he record them;
             In Breath did he vibrate them;
             For between the Light and the Darkness did he
                 stand. {99}


                            "The Temple in Darkness"

             O Light in Light!  O flashing wings of fire!
               The swiftest of the moments of the sea
                   Is unto thee
               Even as some slow-foot Eternity
             With limbs that drag and wheels that tire.
             O subtle-minded flame of amber gyre,
               It seems a spark of gold
               Grown purple, and behold!
                   A flame of gray!
               Then the dark night-wings glow
               With iridescent indigo,
                   Shot with some violet ray;
             And all the vision flames across the horizon
               The millionth of no time --- and when we say:
                   Hail! --- Thou art gone!

             The Moon is dark beside thy crown; the Sun
               Seems a pale image of thy body bare;
               And for thine hair
               Flash comets lustrous with the dewfall rare
             Of tears of that most memorable One,
             The radiant Queen, the veiled Paphian.
               The wings of light divine
               Beneath thy body shine;
                   The invisible
               Rayed with some tangible flame,
               Seeking to formulate a name,  {100}
                   A citadel;
             And the winged heels are fiery with enormous speed,
                One spurning heaven; the other trampling hell;
                   And thou --- recede!

             O Hermes!  Messenger of inmost thought!
                 Descend!  Abide!  Swift coursing in my veins
                 Shoot dazzling pains,
             The Word of Selfhood integrate of Nought,
             The ineffable Amen! the Wonder wrought.
             Bring death if life exceed!
             Bid thy pale Hermit bleed,
                 Yet life exude;
             And Wisdom and the Word of Him
             Drench the mute mind grown dim
                 With quietude!
             Fix thy sharp lightnings in my night!  My spirit free!
               Mix with my breath and life and name thy mood
                 And self of Thee.
                     [SOR. GEMINI "plays accordingly.<>"
                                                  ["A short pause."
   FR. GEMINI.  Master, be it thy pleasure to perform the Invocation of 
   ["All" PROBATIONERS "rise and join the four others in front of the altar."]
   MERCURY.  ["Leaves throne."]  Majesty of the Godhead, Wisdom-crowned Thoth, 
Lord of the Gates of the Universe: Thee, Thee we invoke!
   O Thou of the Ibis head: Thee, Thee we invoke!
   Thou who wieldest the Wand of Double Power: Thee, Thee we invoke!
   Thou who bearest in Thy left hand the Rose and Cross of Light and life: 
Thee, Thee we invoke!
   O Thou whose head is as an Emerald, and Thy Nemyss {101} as the night sky- 
blue!  Thou whose skin is of flaming orange, as though it burned in a furnace: 
Thee, Thee we invoke!

   Behold, I am yesterday, to-day, and the brother of The Morrow!  I am born 
again and again.  Mine is the unseen force from which the Gods are sprung; 
that giveth life unto the dwellers in the watch-towers of the universe.
   I am the charioteer of the East, Lord of the Past and the Future.  I see by 
mine own inward light; Lord of Resurrection, who cometh forth from the dusk, 
and whose birth is from the House of Death.
   O ye two divine hawks upon your pinnacles, who keep watch over the 
Universe!  Ye who company the bier unto the House of Rest.  Ye who pilot the 
Ship of Ra, ever advancing onwards unto the heights of Heaven!
   Lord of the Shrine which standeth in the centre of the Earth!

   Behold He is in me and I in Him!
   Mine is the radiance in which Ptah floateth over his firmament.
   I travel upon high.
   I tread upon the firmament of Nu.
   I raise a flashing flame with the lightning of mine eye, ever rushing 
forward in the splendour of the daily glorified Ra, giving my life to the 
dwellers of Earth.

   If I say "come up upon the mountains,"
   The Celestial waters shall flow at my word;
   For I am Ra incarnate,
   Kephra created in the flesh! {102}
   I am the image of my Father Tmu, Lord of the City of the Sun!
   The God who commands is in my mouth;
   The God of Wisdom is in my heart:
   My tongue is the sanctuary of Truth:
   And a God sitteth upon my lips!
   My word is accomplished each day, and the desire of my heart realises 
itself, like that of Ptah when he creates his works.
   I am Eternal; therefore everything acts according to my designs, and 
everything obeys my words.

   Therefore I say unto Thee: come forth unto me from thine abode in the 
Silence, unutterable Wisdom, All-light, All-power!  Thoth, Hermes, Mercury, 
Odin, by whatever name I call Thee, Thou art still un-named and nameless to 
Eternity!  Come thou forth, I say, and aid and guard me in this Work of Art.

   Thou, Star of the East that didst conduct the Magi!  Thou art the same, all 
present in Heaven and in Hell.  Thou that vibratest betwixt the Light and the 
Darkness.  Rising, descending; changing ever, yet ever the same!
   The Sun is Thy Father!
   Thy Mother the Moon!
   The Wind hath borne Thee in its bosom!
   And Earth hath nourished the changeless Godhead of Thy Youth.
   Come thou forth, I say, come Thou forth
   And make all spirits subject unto me!
   So that every spirit of the firmament, {103}
   And of the Ether,
   Of the Earth,
   And under the Earth,
   On dry land,
   And in the Water,
   Of whirling Air,
   And of rushing Fire,
   And every spell and scourge of God, may be obedient
      unto Me!
                                                     ["A pause."
                                       [MERCURY "goes to his throne."
   FR. GEMINI.  1.  Brother Virgo, didst thou hear the Voice?
   VIRGO.  Ay, Brother.
   FR. GEMINI.  Tell me, Brother, is not Mercury a great God?
   VIRGO.  Indeed, Son of Maia, the greatest of all Gods that tread upon the 
Milky Way.
   FR. GEMINI.  It is so.
   SOR. GEMINI.  Yet, Brother, there is the Sun-God!
   VIRGO.  Is not Mercury the Sun-God, when hidden during the Night, among the 
souls of the dead?  Hail unto Thee, Trismegistus, Hail unto thee!
   SOR. GEMINI.  Hail, O Sender of Dreams!
   BR. GEMINI.  Hail, O Supporter of Bacchus Infant!
   MERCURY.  Hail, Twins!
   FIRST PROBATIONER.  Thou art indeed the greatest of all Gods, O Mercury!
   CHORUS.  Hail, Mercury.
   MERCURY.  Yet, ye will betray me!
               Bury me in a nameless grave!
               I came from God the world to save,
               I brought it wisdom from above, {104}
               Worship, and liberty, and love.
               So be my grave without a name
               That earth may swallow up my shame!
[SOR. GEMINI "plays her saddest yet swiftest melody.<>"
                                                     ["A pause."
   VIRGO.  O, who art Thou, most lovely form that killeth me with the pleasure 
of Thy Vision?
   MERCURY.  I am thyself --- that which is of thyself and dependent upon 
   VIRGO.  Sister and Brother Gemini, kneel ye before the greatest of all 
   FR. GEMINI.  Alas, Brother!  Is the Speech greater than the Silence?
   VIRGO.  1.  Brethren, kneel ye before the greatest of all Gods!
                                                     ["None obey."
   MERCURY.  1.  Silence. ... Thou hast no followers, Brother.
   SOR. GEMINI.  Behold thine handmaiden!  Where thou goest I will go; thy 
people shall be my people and thy God my God!    ["She walks to the throne."
   MERCURY.  Peace upon thee, beloved! ... But the Brethren say sooth.  Even 
Mercury liveth not for ever.
                                                       ["He recites."
          The light streams stronger through the lamps of sense.
          Grows as we go.  Alas: its icy glimmer
                     Shows dimmer, dimmer
          The awful vaults we traverse.  Were the sun
                     Himself the one
          Glory of space, he would but illustrate
                     The night of Fate.
          Are not the hosts of heaven in vain arrayed?
                     Their light dismayed  {105}
          Before the vast blind spaces of the sky?
                     O galaxy
          Of thousands upon thousands closely curled,
                     Your golden world
          Incalculably small, its closest cluster
                     Mere milky lustre
          Staining the infinite darkness!  Base and blind
                     Our minion mind
          Seeks a great light, a light sufficient, light
                     Insufferably bright,
          Hence hidden for an hour: imagining
                     This vast vain thing,
          We call it God, and Father.  Empty hand
                     And prayer unplanned
          Stretched fatuous to the void.  Ah! men my friends
                     What fury sends
          This folly to intoxicate your hearts?
                     Dread air disparts
          Your vital ways from these unsavoury follies;
                     Black melancholies
          Sit straddled on your bended backs.  The throne
                     Of the unknown
          Is fit for children.  We are too well ware
                     How vain is prayer,
          How nought is great, since all is immanent
                     The vast content
          Of all the universe unalterable.
                     We know too well
          How no one thing abides awhile at all,
                     How all things fall,
          Fall from their seat, the lamentable place,
                     Before their face,
          Weary and pass and are no more.  So we,
                     Since hope must be,
          Look to the future, to the chance minute
                     That life may shoot
          Some flower at least to blossom in the night,
                     Since vital light
          Is sure to fail us on the hideous way.
                     What?  Must we pray!  {106}
          Verily, O thou littlest babe, too weak
                     To stir or speak,
          Capable hardly of a thought, yet seed
                     Of word and deed!
          To thine assured fruition we may trust
                     This weary dust.
          We who are old, and palsied (and so wise!)
                     Lift up our eyes
          To little children, as the storm-tossed bark
                     Hails in the dark
          Some hardly visible harbour light; we hold
                     The hours of gold
          To our own breasts, whose hours are iron and brass: ---
                     So swift they pass
          And grind us down: --- we hold the wondrous light
                     Our scattering sight
          Yet sees, the one star in a night of woe.
                     We trust, and so
          Lift up our voices in the dying day
                     Indeed to pray:
          O little hands that are so soft and strong,
                     Lead us along!

                  [SOR. GEMINI "plays accordingly.<>"
                                                        ["A pause."
   FR. GEMINI.  Brother Virgo, wilt thou not join us who love not Speech?
   VIRGO.  Hail unto Mercury.  He killeth Sol at the close of every Twilight, 
and hangeth up the sky of Night on the Tree of Heaven, fastened up with the 
Star-headed nails.
   MERCURY.  Brother Gemini, do Thou perform the dance of thy Virginal Sister.
                                                       [FR. GEMINI "dances."
   ["At the end of his dance, he falls before the altar."  SOROR GEMINI "and
        all" PROBATIONERS "circumambulate round him, then stop, facing"
   MERCURY.  Come, Sister, no Divine Being can be reached, save through Me.
   ["He descends, and joins the" PROBATIONERS, "leading" SOROR GEMINI "by the
 [VIRGO, "left now alone before the empty shrine of" MERCURY, "walks slowly in
        front of it."]
   VIRGO.  Hail unto the Lord Mercury!
   ["A pause, during which all" PROBATIONERS "bend their heads low."  MERCURY
       stands apart with" SOR. GEMINI.  VIRGO "stands still before the shrine,
   MERCURY.  And this word I speak unto ye:
                                            ["He is heard whispering."
                                                          ["A pause."
   MERCURY.  ("loudly").  Konx Om Pax!
                                     ["Purple light off, white light on."
   ["He seats" SOR. GEMINI "upon his Throne.  She plays her babe-
   FR. GEMINI.  The will of the Gods be accomplished!
                                                       ["All depart."


                               THE RITE OF LUNA


     LUNA.  "Silver Robe and Veil.  Violin.  Artemis.  The Lady of the Moon."
     CANCER.  "Amber Robe.  Cup.  Warden of the Holy Graal."
     TAURUS.  "Orange Robe.  Bow and Quiver.  The Lord of the Bow."
     A NYMPH.  "White robe.  The Head of the Dragon."
     A SATYR.  "Black Robe.  The Tail of the Dragon."
     PAN.  "Black Robe, Tom-tom."

"In the East Luna is throned, Cancer on her right, Taurus on her left.  Beyond
        these the Satyr and the Nymph.  At the apex of a descending Triangle,
        upon the earth, Pan."


                               THE RITE OF LUNA

           "One reciteth "The Twelvefold Certitude of God," from" 963
                            "The veil is withdrawn."

   CANCER.  333-333-333.
   TAURUS.  333-333-333.
   CANCER.  1.  Brother Taurus, what is the hour?
   TAURUS.  Moonrise.
   CANCER.  1.  Brother Taurus, what is the place?
   TAURUS.  The Chapel of the Holy Graal.
   CANCER.  1.  What is my office?
   TAURUS.  Warden of the Graal.
   CANCER.  1.  What is my robe?
   TAURUS.  Chastity.
   CANCER.  1.  What is my weapon?
   TAURUS.  Vigilance.
   CANCER.  1.  Whom do we serve?
   TAURUS.  The Lady Artemis.
   CANCER.  1.  How many are her servants?
   TAURUS.  Nine.
   CANCER.  1.  Who are they?
   TAURUS.  Three for the dew; three for the rain; and three for the snow.
   CANCER.  1.  Who are the great Officers? {113}
   TAURUS.  Thyself, the Warden of the Holy Graal.
   Myself, the Lord of the Bow.
   A nymph, a satyr ---
   PAN.  1.  And Pan!
   CANCER.  Brother Pan, I command thee to honour our Lady Artemis.
   TAURUS.  Bear the Cup of Libation!
   CANCER.  333-333-333.
                      [PAN" recites chorus from Swinburne's "Atalanta."

               When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces ...
               The wolf that follows, the fawn that flies.

   TAURUS.  The Goddess stirs not.
   CANCER.  Silence is the secret of our Lady Artemis.
   PAN.  Hath no man lifted her veil?
   CANCER.  No man hath lifted her veil.
   TAURUS.  Bear the Cup of Libation!
   CANCER.  333-333-333.  It is the hour of sealing up the shrine.
   TAURUS.  Let us banish the spirits of the elements.
   ["Performs the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram and returns."]
   Bear the Cup of Libation!
   CANCER.  333-333-333.  Let us banish the spirits of the planets.
   ["Performs the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Hexagram and returns."]
   CANCER.  Bear the Cup of Libation!
   PAN.  333-333-333.  Let us banish the holy Emanations from the One, lest 
our Lady's sleep be stirred.
   ["He banishes the Sephiroth by the appointed Ritual."  {114}
   Bear the Cup of Libation!
   CANCER.  333-333-333.  Brother Taurus, the shrine is well guarded.
   TAURUS.  The shrine is perfectly guarded.
   SATYR.  Bear the Cup of Libation!
   CANCER.  333-333-333.
               Hear me, Lord of the Stars!
                 For thee I have worshipped ever
               With stains and sorrows and scars,
                 With joyful, joyful endeavour.
               Hear me, O lily-white goat!
                 O crisp as a thicket of Thorns,
               With a collar of gold for Thy throat,
                 A scarlet bow for Thy horns!

               Here, in the dusty air,
                 I build Thee a shrine of yew.
               All green is the garland I wear,
                 But I feed it with blood for dew!
               After the orange bars
                 That ribbed the green west dying
               Are dead, O Lord of the Stars,
                 I come to Thee, come to Thee crying.

               The ambrosial moon that arose
                 With breasts slow heaving in splendour
               Drops wine from her infinite snows,
                 Ineffably, utterly, tender.
               O moon! ambrosial moon!
                 Arise on my desert of sorrow,
               That the magical eyes of me swoon
                 With lust of rain to-morrow!

               Ages and ages ago
                 I stood on the bank of a river,
               Holy and holy and holy, I know,
                 For ever and ever and ever!  {115}
               A priest in the mystical shrine,
                 I muttered a redeless rune,
               Till the waters were redder than wine
                 In the blush of the harlot moon.

               I and my brother priests
                 Worshipped a wonderful woman
               With a body lithe as a beast's
                 Subtly, horribly human.
               Deep in the pit of her eyes
                 I saw the image of death,
               And I drew the water of sighs
                 From the well of her lullaby breath.

               She sitteth veiled for ever,
                 Brooding over the waste.
               She hath stirred or spoken never.
                 She is fiercely, manly chaste!
               What madness make me awake
                 From the silence of utmost eld
               The grey cold slime of the snake
                 That her poisonous body held?

               By night I ravished a maid
                 From her father's camp to the cave.
               I bared the beautiful blade:
                 I dipped her thrice i' the wave;
               I slit her throat as a lamb's
                 That the fount of blood leapt high
               With my clamorous dithyrambs,
                 Like a stain on the shield of the sky.

               With blood and censer and song
                 I rent the mysterious veil:
               My eyes gaze long and long
                 On the deep of that blissful bale.
               My cold grey kisses awake
                 From the silence of utmost eld
               The grey cold slime of the snake
                 That her beautiful body held.  {116}

               But --- God!  I was not content
                 With the blasphemous secret of years;
               The veil is hardly rent
                 While the eyes rain stones for tears.
               So I clung to the lips and laughed
                 As the storms of death abated,
               The storms of the grievious graft
                 By the swing of her soul unsated.

               Wherefore reborn as I am
                 By a stream profane and foul,
               In the reign of a Tortured Lamb,
                 In the realm of a sexless Owl,
               I am set apart from the rest
                 By meed of the mystic rune
               That reads in peril and pest
                 The ambrosial moon --- the moon!

               For under the tawny star
                 That shines in the Bull above
               I can rein the riotous car
                 Of galloping, galloping Love;
               And straight to the steady ray
                 Of the Lion-heart Lord I career,
               Pointing my flaming way
                 With the spasm of night for a spear!

               O moon!  O secret sweet!
                 Chalcedony clouds of caresses
               About the flame of our feet,
                 The night of our terrible tresses!
               Is it a wonder, then,
                 If the people are mad with blindness,
               And nothing is stranger to men
                 Than silence, and wisdom, and kindness?

               Nay! let him fashion an arrow
                 Whose heart is sober and stout!
               Let him pierce his God to the marrow!
                 Let the soul of his God flow out! {117}
               Whether a snake or a sun
                 In his horoscope Heaven hath cast,
               It is nothing; every one
                 Shall win to the moon at last.

               The mage has wrought by his art
                 A billion shapes in the sun.
               Look through to the heart of his heart,
                 And the many are shapes of one!
               An end to the art of the mage,
                 And the cold grey blank of the prison!
               An end to the adamant age!
                 The ambrosial moon is arisen.

               I have bought a lily-white goat
                 For the price of a crown of thorns,
               A collar of gold for its throat,
                 A scarlet bow for its horns;
               I have bought a lark in the lift
                 For the price of a butt of sherry:
               With these, and God for a gift,
                 It needs no wine to be merry!

               I have bought for a wafer of bread
                 A garden of poppies and clover;
               For a water bitter and dead,
                 A foam of fire flowing over.
               From the Lamb and his prison fare
                 And the Owl's blind stupor, arise!
               Be ye wise, and strong, and fair,
                 And the nectar afloat in your eyes!

               Arise, O ambrosial moon,
                 By the strong immemorial spell,
               By the subtle veridical rune
                 That is mighty in heaven and hell!
               Drip thy mystical dews
                 On the tongues of the tender fauns,
               In the shade of initiate yews,
                 Remote from the desert dawns! {118}

               Satyrs and Fauns, I call.
                 Bring your beauty to man!
               I am the mate for ye all;
                 I am the passionate Pan.
               Come, O come to the dance,
                 Leaping with wonderful whips,
               Life on the stroke of a glance,
                 Death in the stroke of the lips!

               I am hidden beyond,
                 Shed in a secret sinew,
               Smitten through by the fond
                 Folly of wisdom in you!
               Come, while the moon (the moon!)
                 Sheds her ambrosial splendour,
               Reels in the redeless rune
                 Ineffably, utterly, tender!

               Hark! the appealing cry
                 Of deadly hurt in the hollow: ---
               Hyacinth!  Hyacinth!  Ay!
                 Smitten to death by Apollo.
               Swift, O maiden moon,
                 Send thy ray-dews after;
               Turn the dolorous tune
                 To soft ambiguous laughter!

               Mourn, O Maenads, mourn!
                 Surely your comfort is over:
               All we laugh at you lorn.
                 Ours are the poppies and clover!
               O that mouth and eyes,
                 Mischievous, male, alluring!
               O that twitch of the thighs,
                 Dorian past enduring!

               Where is wisdom now!
                 Where the sage and his doubt?
               Surely the sweat of the brow
                 Hath driven the demon out.  {119}
               Surely the scented sleep
                 That crowns the equal war
               Is wiser than only to weep ---
                 To weep for evermore!

               Now, at the crown of the year,
                 The decadent days of October,
               I come to thee, God, without fear;
                 Pious, chaste, and sober.
               I solemnly sacrifice
                 This first-fruit flower of wine
               For a vehicle of thy vice,
                 As I am Thine to be mine.

               For five in the year gone by
                 I pray thee give to me one;
               A lover stronger than I,
                 A moon to swallow the sun!
               May he be like a lily-white goat,
                 Crisp as a thicket of thorns,
               With a collar of gold for this throat,
                 A scarlet bow for his horns!

   CANCER.  May our Lady Artemis be favourable!
   TAURUS.  May our Lady Artemis never be awakened!
          [NYMPH "comes forward and dances her virginal dance."
   PAN.  Of what worth is the gold in the mine?
   CANCER.  Brother Pan, be silent.
   NYMPH.  Bear the Cup of Libation!
   CANCER.  333-333-333.
   PAN.                                                 ["Recites."
Mother of Light, and the Gods!  Mother of Music awake!
Silence and Speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are at stake.
By the Rose and the Cross I conjure; I constrain by the Snake and the
I am he that is sworn to endure --- Bring us the word of the Lord!

By the brood of the Bysses of Brightening, whose God was my sire;
By the Lord of the Flame and the Lightning, the King of the Spirits of Fire;
By the Lord of the Waves and the Waters, the King of the Hosts of the Sea,
The fairest of all of whose daughters was mother to me;

By the Lord of the Winds and the Breezes, the King of the Spirits of Air,
In whose bosom the infinite ease is that cradled me there;
By the Lord of the Fields and the Mountains, the King of the Spirits of Earth
That nurtured my life at his fountains from the hour of my birth;

By the Wand and the Cup I conjure; by the Dagger and Disk I constrain;
I am he that is sworn to endure; make thy music again!
I am Lord of the Star and the Seal; I am Lord of the Snake and the Sword;
Reveal us the riddle, reveal!  Bring us the word of the Lord;

As the flame of the sun, as the roar of the sea, as the storm of the air,
As the quake of the earth --- let it soar for a boon, for a bane, for a snare,
For a lure, for a light, for a kiss, for a rod, for a scourge, for a sword ---
Bring us thy burden of bliss --- Bring us the word of the Lord!

   TAURUS.  In vain thou askest speech from our Lady of Silence:
   CANCER.  Bear the Cup of Libation!
   PAN.  333-333-333.
Roll through the caverns of matter, the world's irremovable bounds!
Roll, ye wild billows of ether! the Sistron is shaken and sounds!
Wild and sonorous the clamour, vast in the region of death.
Live with the fire of the Spirit, the essence and flame of the breath!
                   Sound, O sound!

Gleam in the world of the dark, where the chained ones shall tremble and flee!
Gleam in the skies of the dusk, for the Light of the Dawn is in me!
Light on the forehead and life in the nostrils, and love in the breast,
Shine, O Thou Star of the Dawning, thou Sun of the Radiant Crest!
                   Shine, O shine!

Flame through the sky in the strength of the chariot-wheels of the Sun!
Flame, ye young fingers of light, on the west of the morning that run! {121}
Flame, O thou Meteor Car, for my fire is exalted in thee!
Lighten the darkness and herald the daylight, and waken the sea!
                   Flame, O flame!

Crown Her, O crown Her with stars as with flowers for a virginal gaud!
Crown Her, O crown Her with Light and the flame of the down-rushing Sword!
Crown Her, O crown Her with Love for maiden and mother and wife!
Hail unto Isis!  Hail!  For She is the Lady of Life!
                   Isis crowned!

   CANCER.  In vain thou invokest our Lady of the Moon!
   TAURUS.  Bear the Cup of Libation!
   CANCER.  333-333-333.
               Must every star that saves the night
                 Gleam fearfully afar,
               Give no man love, but only light,
                 Or cease to be a star?

               Nay, there's no man since time began
                 Through the ages until now,
               But won the goal of his set soul,
                 A star upon his brow!

               Oh! though no star serene as thou
                 Shine in my night forlorn,
               Come, let me set thee on my brow,
                 And make its darkness morn!

   PAN.  ["Rises."]  Brother Satyr, scourge forth these that profane the 
sanctuary of our Lady: for they know not the secret of the shrine.
   [SATYR "dances the dance of the scourge, driving the officers down the
        stage, where they crouch."]
   PAN.  ["Goes to altar."]  Brother Satyr, I command you to perform the dance 
of Syrinx and Pan, in honour of our Lady Artemis.  {122}
   SATYR.  And in thine honour!
           ["He dances the dance and falls prostrate in the midst."

   PAN.  ["Advancing to the Throne of Luna."]
               Uncharmable charmer
                 Of Bacchus and Mars,
               In the sounding rebounding
                 Abyss of the stars!
               O virgin in armour,
                 Thine arrows unsling
               In the brilliant resilient
                 First rays of the spring!

               By the force of the fashion
                 Of love, when I broke
               Through the shroud, through the cloud,
                 Through the storm, through the smoke,
               To the mountain of passion
                 Volcanic that woke ---
               By the rage of the mage
                 I invoke, I invoke!

               By the midnight of madness,
                 The lone-lying sea,
               The swoon of the moon,
                 Your swoon into me;
               The sentinel sadness
                 Of cliff-clinging pine,
               That night of delight
                 You were mine, you were mine!

               Your were mine, O my saint,
                 My maiden, my mate,
               By the might of the right
                 Of the night of our fate.
               Though I fall, though I faint,
                 Though I char, though I choke,
               By the hour of our power
                 I invoke, I invoke!   {123}

               By the mystical union
                 Of fairy and faun,
               Unspoken, unbroken ---
                 The dusk to the dawn! ---
               A secret communion,
                 Unmeasured, unsung,
               The listless, resistless,
                 Tumultuous tongue! ---

               O virgin in armour
                 Thine arrows unsling,
               In the brilliant resilient
                 First rays of the sprint!
               No Godhead could charm her,
                 But manhood awoke ---
               O fiery Valkyrie,
                 I invoke, I invoke!
                                                ["He tears down the veil."
                                [LUNA "plays accordingly.<>"
                                                       ["A long silence."
   CANCER.  333-333-333.
   TAURUS.  1.  Brother Warden of the Graal, our task is ended.
   CANCER.  Let us depart, it is accomplished.