[Dedicated to Raymond Radclyffe] <br /> <br />I am that hawk of gold <br />Proud in adamantine poise <br />On the pillars of torqoise, <br />See,beyond the starry fold, <br />Where a darkling orb is rolled. <br /> <br />There, beneath a grove of yew, <br />Plays a babe. Should I despise <br />Such a foam of gold, and eyes <br />Burning beryline, so blue <br />That the sun seems peeping through? <br /> <br />Did I swwop, were Heaven amazed? <br />With my beak I strike but once; <br />Out there leap a million suns. <br />Through the universe that blazed <br />Screams theit light, and death is dazed. <br /> <br />In my womb the babe may leap; <br />Seek him not within my eye! <br />Nor demand thou of me why <br />I should plunge from crystal steep <br />Like a plummet to the deep! <br /> <br />See yon solitary star! <br />What a world of blackness wraps <br />Round it! Unimagined gaps! <br />Let it be! Content thy car <br />With the voyage to things that are! <br /> <br />Nor, an thou perchance behold <br />How I plunge and batten on <br />Earth's exentrate carrion, <br />Deem torquoise match midden-mould <br />Or deny the Hawk of Gold!<br /><br />Aleister Crowley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hawk-and-the-babe/
