Poems by Aleister Crowley

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

Beneath the living cross I lie
And swoon towards eternity:
Prodigious sinewy shapes, and lean...

O large lips opening outward like a flower
To breathe upon my face that clings to thee!
O wanto...

The moon spans Heaven's architrave;
Stars in the deep are set;
Written in gold on the day's g...

We have forgotten all the days of fear,
The nights of torment: when the kiss expired,
Lost up...

1 I have an idol wrought of stainless gold
Before whose feet I bow, in whose delight
I am con...

We lost a day! Nor kisses, nor regret.
Nor fear, nor pain, nor anything at all!
The day was ...

Forged by God's fingers in His Furnace, Fate,
My destiny drew near the glowing shore
Where Ca...

Love brought a garland to my feet to-day
Offering to crown my head withal, and said:
'The yea...

The Lampsacene is girt with golden dress;
His courts gleam ever with forbidden light;
I only ...

It is a sweet thing to be loved,
Although my sighs in absence wake,
Although my saddening hea...

We could not speak, although the sudden glow
Of passion mantling to the crimson cheek
Of eithe...

Oh, the white flame of limbs in dusky air,
The furnace of thy great grey eyes on me
Turned ti...

All night no change, no whisper. Scarce a breath
But lips closed hard upon the cup of death
To...

The roses of the world are sad,
The water-lilies pale,
Because my lover takes her lad
Beneat...