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Quiet Eyes

© Katharine Tynan

The boys come home, come home from war,
With quiet eyes for quiet things --
A child, a lamb, a flower, a star,
A bird that softly sings.

A Runnable Stag

© John Davidson

When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom,
And apples began to be golden-skinn'd,
We harbour'd a stag in the Priory coomb,
And we feather'd his trail up-wind, up-wind,

A Loafer

© John Davidson

I hang about the streets all day,
At night I hang about;
I sleep a little when I may,
But rise betimes the morning's scout;
For through the year I always hear
Afar, aloft, a ghostly shout.

One Year agojots what?

© Emily Dickinson

One Year agojots what?
Godspell the word! Ican't
Was't Grace? Not that
Was't Glory? Thatwill do
Spell slowerGlory

A Ballad of Hell

© John Davidson

'A letter from my love to-day!
Oh, unexpected, dear appeal!'
She struck a happy tear away,
And broke the crimson seal.

WHEN Jessie comes with her soft breast,
And yields the golden keys,
Then is it as if God caress'd
Twin babes upon His knees-
Twin babes that, each to other press'd,
Just feel the Father's arms, wherewith they both are bless'd.

The Wizard Way

© Aleister Crowley

He had crucified a toad
In the basilisk abode,
Muttering the Runes averse
Mad with many a mocking curse.

Follow A Famous Father

© Edgar Albert Guest

I follow a famous father,

His honor is mine to wear;

The Twins

© Aleister Crowley

Yea ! let the south wind blow,
And the Turkish banner advance,
And the word go out : No quarter !
But I shall hod thee -so !
While the boys and maidens dance
About the shambles of slaughter !

Answering The Usual Questions

© Edgar Albert Guest

My name is Johnny Vincent Brown,

I live on Leicester Court,

The Titanic

© Aleister Crowley

Forth flashed the serpent streak of steel,
Consummate crown of man's device;
Down crashed upon an immobile
And brainless barrier of ice.

The Rhyme of the Three Greybeards

© Henry Lawson

He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat",
His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote",
In spite of all the stories and sketches that he wrote.

The Tent

© Aleister Crowley

It burns ! beyond the sands, beyond the stars.
It burns ! beyond the bands, beyond the bars.
And so the Expanse of Mystery, veil by veil,
Burns inward, plume on plume still folding over
The dissolved heart of the amazéd lover-
The angel wings upon the Holy Grail!

The Rose and the Cross

© Aleister Crowley

Its myriad petals of divided light;
Its leaves of the most radiant emerald;
Its heart of fire like rubies. At the sight
I lifted up my heart to God and called:
How shall I pluck this dream of my desire?
And lo! there shaped itself the Cross of Fire!

The Paradox

© John Donne

NO lover saith, I love, nor any other

Can judge a perfect lover ;

The Quest

A part, immutable, unseen,
Being, before itself had been,
Became. Like dew a triple queen
Shone as the void uncovered:

Why The Classics

1
in the fourth book of the Peloponnesian War
Thucydides tells among other things
the story of his unsuccessful expedition

The Priestess of Panormita

Hear me, Lord of the Stars!
For thee I have worshipped ever
With stains and sorrows and scars,
With joyful, joyful endeavour.

For The Anniversary Of John Keats' Death

At midnight, when the moonlit cypress trees
Have woven round his grave a magic shade,
Still weeping the unfinished hymn he made,
There moves fresh Maia, like a morning breeze