Thee by the
and by the Unity thereof.
O Thou green-cloaked Maenad in labour, who bearest beneath
Thy leaden girdle the vintage of Thy kisses; release me from
the darkness of Thy womb, so that I may cast off my infant wrappings
and leap forth as an armed warrior in steel.
O Thou snake of misty countenance, whose braided hair is
like a fleecy dawn of swooning maidens; hunt me as a fierce wild
boar through the skies, so that Thy burning spear may gore the
blue heavens red with the foaming blood of my frenzy.
O Thou cloudy Virgin of the World, whose breasts are as scarlet
lilies paling before the sun; dandle me in the cradle of Thine
arms, so that the murmur of Thy voice may lull me to a sleep
like a pearl lost in the depths of a silent sea.
O Thou wine-voiced laughter of fainting gloom, who art as
a naked faun crushed to death between millstones of thunder;
make me drunk on the rapture of Thy song, so that in the corpse-clutch
of my passion I may tear the cloud-robe from off Thy swooning breast.
O Thou wanton cup-bearer of madness, whose mouth is as the
joy of a thousand thousand masterful kisses; intoxicate me on
Thy loveliness, so that the silver of Thy merriment may revel
as a moon-white pearl upon my tongue.
O Thou midnight Vision of Whiteness, whose lips are as pouting
rosebuds deflowered by the deciduous moon; tend me as a drop
of dew in Thy breast, so that the dragon of Thy gluttonous hate
may devour me with its mouth of adamant.
O Thou effulgence of burning love, who pursueth the dawn
as a youth pursueth a rose-lipped maiden; rend me with the fierce
kisses of Thy mouth, so that in the battle of our lips I may
be drenched by the snow-pure fountains of Thy bliss.
O Thou black bull in a field of white girls, whose foaming
flanks are as starry night ravished in the fierce arms of noon;
shake forth the purple horns of my passion, so that I may dissolve
as a crown of fire in the bewilderment of Thine ecstasy.
O Thou dread arbiter of all men, the hem of whose broidered
skirt crimsoneth the white battlements of Space; bare me the
starry nipple of Thy breast, so that the milk of Thy love may
nurture me to the lustiness of Thy virginity.
O Thou thirsty charioteer of Time, whose cup is the hollow
night filled with the foam of the vintage of day; drench me in
the shower of Thy passion, so that I may pant in Thine arms as
a tongue of lightning on the purple bosom of night.
O Thou opalescent Serpent-Queen, whose mouth is as the sunset
that is bloody with the slaughter of day; hold me in the crimson
flames of Thine arms, so that at Thy kisses I may expire as a
bubble in the foam of Thy dazzling lips.
O Thou Odalisque of earth's palace, whose garments are scented
and passionate as spring flowers in sunlit glades; roll me in
the sweet perfume of Thy hair, so that Thy tresses of gold may
anoint me with the honey of a million roses.
O Thou manly warrior amongst youths, whose limbs are as swords
of fire that are welded in the furnace of war; press Thy cool
kisses to my burning lips, so that the folly of our passion may
weave us into the Crown of everlasting Light.
O Glory be unto Thee through all Time
and through all Space: Glory,
and Glory upon Glory,
and Amen, and