Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act?
Without its climax, death, what savour hath
Life? An impeccable machine, exact
He paces an inane and pointless path
To glut brute appetites, his sole content
How tedious were he fit to comprehend
Himself! More, this our noble

hrill with the lissome lust of the light,
O man! My man!
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady!
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white a

I am the blue-lidded daughter of sunset
I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky
Sing the rapturous love-song unto me!
Invoke me under my stars! Seek me only!

I am divided, for the chance of union
My hair is the trees of eternity
Put on your wings, arouse y

In a crucifiction ecstasy Lying cross chequed in agony Stigmata bleed continuously Holes in head, hands, feet, and weep for me Stigmata oh you sordid sight Stigmata in your splintered plight Look int

Thunder comes crashing
Through my mind
Once again
My rage is thrashing blind

As the noose is tightened
Something stuck in my throat
I can hear myself incanting
I can hear the oath

No more backing down
No more running
No more giving ground
No more r