Come to my arms --- is it eve? is it morn? <br />Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn? <br />Are the streams in full song? Do the woods whisper hush <br />Is it the nightingale? Is it the thrush? <br />Is it the smile of the autumn, the blush <br />Of the spring? Is the world full of peace or alarms? <br />Come to my arms, Laylah, come to my arms! <br /> <br />Come to my arms, though the hurricane blow. <br />Thunder and summer, or winter and snow, <br />It is one to us, one, while our spirits are curled <br />In the crimson caress: we are fond, we are furled <br />Like lilies away from the war of the world. <br />Are there spells beyond ours? Are there alien charms? <br />Come to my arms, Laylah, come to my arms! <br /> <br />Come to my arms! is it life? is it death? <br />Is not all immortality born of your breath? <br />Are not heaven and hell but as handmaids of yours <br />Who are all that enflames, who are all that allures, <br />Who are all that destroys, who are all that endures? <br />I am yours, do I care if it heals me or harms? <br />Come to my arms, Laylah, come to my arms!<br /><br />Aleister Crowley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/independence-2/
