Poems by Aleister Crowley

The month of thirst is ended. From the lips
That hide their blushes in the golden wood
A ferven...

I have no heart to sing.
what offering may I bring,
Alice, to thee?
My great love's lifted w...

APART, immutable, unseen,
Being, before itself had been,
Became. Like dew a triple queen...

On land wrought of starlight rain lingers
In delicate spirals and spines,
And sunlight's immac...

In Life what hope is always unto men?
Stories of Arthur that shall come again
Cleansing the Ear...

I Maid of dark eyes, that glow with shy sweet fire,
Song lingers on thy beauty till it dies
...

OUT of the seething cauldron of my woes,
Where sweets and salt and bitterness I flung;
Where...

Last night--but the boy shrieked in's sleep--then, there
I had ended all! Having ingressed the ...

A curious conflict this of love and fear,
Honour and lust, and truth and trust beguiled:
One...

Brighter than snow on glittering Alps, the soul
Of my lost love was, bluer than the haze
Of t...

VELVET soft the night-star glowed
Over the untrodden road,
Through the giant glades of yew
...

The woodland hollows know us, bird-enchanted,
Likewise the spaces of the ghostly sea,
The la...

Across the sea that lies between us twain
I gaze and see thee, exiled but as free
As winds tha...

On the dim porchway where the sea's deep boom
Under our very feet made ceaseless song,
We sate...

Now is the triumph of Love, now is the day of his guerdon,
Now when the blossoms are full on t...