White Stains. Aleister Crowley

      The Rainbow

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      On land wrought of starlight rain lingers

      In delicate spirals and spines,

      And sunlight's immaculate fingers

      Creep through the desire of the pines;

      The promise is flashed into being,

      Tremendous and florid and proud,

      To be seen by the eyes of the seeing,

      A bow in the cloud.

      O flamed through the sky as a harlot

      In splendour transcendent and bold,

      With purple and crimson and scarlet

      And azure and olive and gold!

      O melting to magic and mystery,

      As clouds fly to heaven again,

      And holy Hyperion's history

      Is flashed into rain!

      O Godhead of glory through anguish!

      O Christ shone through Magdalen's tears!

      Thy sons on the universe languish

      In iron bands strong as the spheres;

      With virtue Thy likeness we cover,

      With priestcraft we mock at Thy power,

      And the meanest on earth is a lover,

      As vile as a flower.

      Come down through the visionless aether,

      And watch for the sprout of the grain

      Hid dark in the wonder beneath her,

      A marvel of passion and pain;

      Smite power from on high into mortals,

      Draw spirit to spirit and nigher,

      That winds burst the wonderful portals

      And tongues as of fire.

      O Life of the stars in their glory,

      O Light of the passionate spring,

      How sweet and supreme is thy story,

      Most Wonderful, Counsellor, King!

      O crucified, slain, re-arisen!

      Burst open the fetters that bind,

      Change from us the garb of our prison

      And lighten the mind.

      O Spring, tell the bountiful Giver

      Thy smiles on the world are in vain;

      Come down, O Lord God, and deliver

      Our souls from the wheel and the chain,

      That Love may lie fragrant and shaded,

      And Joy may spread wings unto flight,

      And Peace stand above, unupbraided,

      As splendid as night.

      No longer the sun shall cast shadow,

      No longer the flower shall lack rain,

      The word shall be fair as a meadow,

      And Love know no tincture of pain;

      The Glory of God shall be on us,

      And over the kingdon unpriced

      The Spirit of Love is upon us,

      A crucified Christ!

      O rapture! O glory! O gladness!

      When Satan is fled from the land,

      When Christ cleanses sin, and from madness

      Deletes its indelible brand;

      For life shall spring where they have smitten,

      And Love rise from under the rod,

      Till all men behold what is written,

      The kingdom of God!