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- 1. I was the priest of Ammon-Ra in the temple of Ammon-Ra at Thebai.
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- 2. But Bacchus came singing with his troops of vine-clad girls, of girls in
- dark mantles; and Bacchus in the midst like a fawn!
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- 3. God! how I ran out in my rage and scattered the chorus!
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- 4. But in my temple stood Bacchus as the priest of Ammon-Ra.
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- 5. Therefore I went wildly with the girls into Abyssinia; and there we
- abode and rejoiced.
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- 6. Exceedingly; yea, in good sooth!
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- 7. I will eat the ripe and the unripe fruit for the glory of Bacchus.
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- 8. Terraces of ilex, and tiers of onyx and opal and sardonyx leading up to
- the cool green porch of malachite.
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- 9. Within is a crystal shell, shaped like an oyster O glory of Priapus! O
- beatitude of the Great Goddess!
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- 10. Therein is a pearl.
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- 11. O Pearl! thou hast come from the majesty of dread Ammon-Ra.
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- 12. Then I the priest beheld a steady glitter in the heart of the pearl.
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- 13. So bright we could not look! But behold! a blood-red rose upon a rood of
- glowing gold!
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- 14. So I adored the God. Bacchus! thou art the lover of my God!
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- 15. I who was priest of Ammon-Ra, who saw the Nile flow by for many moons,
- for many, many moons, am the young fawn of the grey land.
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- 16. I will set up my dance in your conventicles, and my secret loves shall be
- sweet among you.
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- 17. Thou shalt have a lover among the lords of the grey land.
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- 18. This shall he bring unto thee, without which all is in vain; a man's life
- spilt for thy love upon My Altars.
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- 19. Amen.
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- 20. Let it be soon, O God, my God! I ache for Thee, I wander very lonely
- among the mad folk, in the grey land of desolation.
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- 21. Thou shalt set up the abominable lonely Thing of wickedness. Oh joy! to
- lay that corner-stone!
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- 22. It shall stand erect upon the high mountain; only my God shall commune
- with it.
- 23. I will build it of a single ruby; it shall be seen from afar off.
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- 24. Come! let us irritate the vessels of the earth: they shall distil strange
- wine.
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- 25. It grows under my hand: it shall cover the whole heaven.
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- 26. Thou art behind me: I scream with a mad joy.
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- 27. Then said Ithuriel the strong; let Us also worship this invisible marvel!
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- 28. So did they, and the archangels swept over the heaven.
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- 29. Strange and mystic, like a yellow priest invoking mighty flights of great
- grey birds from the North, so do I stand and invoke Thee!
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- 30. Let them obscure not the sun with their wings and their clamour!
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- 31. Take away form and its following!
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- 32. I am still.
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- 33. Thou art like an osprey among the rice, I am the great red pelican in the
- sunset waters.
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- 34. I am like a black eunuch; and Thou art the scimitar. I smite off the
- head of the light one, the breaker of bread and salt.
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- 35. Yea! I smite and the blood makes as it were a sunset on the lapis lazuli
- of the King's Bedchamber.
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- 36. I smite. The whole world is broken up into a mighty wind, and a voice
- cries aloud in a tongue that men cannot speak.
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- 37. I know that awful sound of primal joy; let us follow on the wings of the
- gale even unto the holy house of Hathor; let us offer the five jewels of the
- cow upon her altar!
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- 38. Again the inhuman voice!
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- 39. I rear my Titan bulk into the teeth of the gale, and I smite and prevail,
- and swing me out over the sea.
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- 40. There is a strange pale God, a god of pain and deadly wickedness.
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- 41. My own soul bites into itself, like a scorpion ringed with fire.
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- 42. That pallid God with face averted, that God of subtlety and laughter,
- that young Doric God, him will I serve.
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- 43. For the end thereof is torment unspeakable.
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- 44. Better the loneliness of the great grey sea!
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- 45. But ill befall the folk of the grey land, my God!
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- 46. Let me smother them with my roses!
- 47. Oh Thou delicious God, smile sinister!
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- 48. I pluck Thee, O my God, like a purple plum upon a sunny tree. How Thou
- dost melt in my mouth, Thou consecrated sugar of the Stars.
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- 49. The world is all grey before mine eyes; it is like an old worn wine-skin.
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- 50. All the wine of it is on these lips.
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- 51. Thou hast begotten me upon a marble Statue, O my God!
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- 52. The body is icy cold with the coldness of a million moons; it is harder
- than the adamant of eternity. How shall I come forth into the light?
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