I bring ye wine from above, <br />From the vats of the storied sun; <br />For every one of yer love, <br />And life for every one. <br />Ye shall dance on hill and level; <br />Ye shall sing in hollow and height <br />In the festal mystical revel, <br />The rapurous Bacchanal rite! <br />The rocks and trees are yours, <br />And the waters under the hill, <br />By the might of that which endures, <br />The holy heaven of will! <br />I kindle a flame like a torrent <br />To rush from star to star; <br />Your hair as a comet’s horrent, <br />Ye shall see things as they are! <br />I lift the mask of matter; <br />I open the heart of man; <br />For I am of force to shatter <br />The cast that hideth -Pan! <br />Your loves shall lap up slaughter, <br />And dabbled with roses of blood <br />Each desperate darling daughter <br />Shall swim in the fervid flood. <br />I bring ye laughter and tears, <br />The kisses that foam and bleed, <br />The joys of a million years, <br />The flowers that bear no seed. <br />My life is bitter and sterile, <br />Its flame is a wandering star. <br />Ye shall pass in pleasure and peril <br />Across the mystic bar <br />That is set for wrath and weeping <br />Against the children of earth; <br />But ye in singing and sleeping <br />Shall pass in measure and mirth! <br />I lift my wand and wave you <br />Through hill to hill of delight : <br />My rosy rivers lave you <br />In innermost lustral light.. <br />I lead you, lord of the maze, <br />In the darkness free of the sun; <br />In spite of the spite that is day’s <br />We are wed, we are wild, we are one. <br /> <br />At Shigar Baltistan.<br /><br />Aleister Crowley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dionysus/
