As night hath stars, more rare than ships <br />In ocean, faint from pole to pole, <br />So all the wonder of her lips <br />Hints her innavigable soul. <br /> <br />Such lights she gives as guide my barque; <br />But I am swallowed in the swell <br />Of her heart's ocean, sagely dark, <br />That holds my heaven and holds my hell. <br /> <br />In her I live, a mote minute <br />Dancing a moment in the sun: <br />In her I die, a sterile shoot <br />Of nightshade in oblivion. <br /> <br />In her my elf dissolves, a grain <br />Of salt cast careless in the sea; <br />My passion purifies my pain <br />To peace past personality. <br /> <br />Love of my life, God grant the years <br />Confirm the chrism - rose to rood! <br />Anointing loves, asperging tears <br />In sanctifying solitude! <br /> <br />Man is so infinitely small <br />In all these stars, determinate. <br />Maker and moulder of them all, <br />Man is so infinitely great!<br /><br />Aleister Crowley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-sea/
