Here rests beneath this hospitable spot <br />A youth to flats and flatties not unknown. <br />The Plymouth Brethren gave it to him hot; <br />Trinity, Cambridge, claimed him for her own. <br /> <br />At chess a minor master, Hoylake set <br />His handicap a 2. Love drove him crazy; <br />Thrre thousand women used to call him “pet”; <br />In other gardens daffodil or daisy? <br /> <br />He climbed a lot of mountains in his time. <br />He stalked the tiger, bear and elephant. <br />he wrote a stack of poems, some sublime <br />Some not. Plays, essays, pictures, tales -my aunt! <br /> <br />He had the gift of laughing at himself. <br />Most affably he talked and walked with God. <br />And now the silly bastard’s on the shelf, <br />We’ve buried him beneath another sod.<br /><br />Aleister Crowley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/elegy-5/
