Only the stars endome the lonely camp, <br />Only the desert leagues encompass it; <br />Waterless wastes, a wilderness of wit, <br />Embattled Cold, Imagination's Cramp. <br />Now were the Desolation fain to stamp <br />The congealed Spirit of man into the pit, <br />Save that, unquenchable because unlit, <br />The Love of God burns steady, like a Lamp. <br /> <br />It burns ! beyond the sands, beyond the stars. <br />It burns ! beyond the bands, beyond the bars. <br />And so the Expanse of Mystery, veil by veil, <br />Burns inward, plume on plume still folding over <br />The dissolved heart of the amazéd lover- <br />The angel wings upon the Holy Grail! <br /> <br />W'aint t' Aissha.<br /><br />Aleister Crowley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tent/
