Magic
in Theory and Practice
Aleister Crowley
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To watch thy wantonness
weeping through The tangled grove, the gnarled bole Of the living tree that
is spirit and soul And body and brain --- come over the sea, (Io Pan! Io Pan!)
Devil or god, to me, to me, My man! my man! Come with trumpets sounding shrill
Over the hill! Come with drums low muttering From the spring! Come with flute
and come with pipe! Am I not ripe? I, who wait and writhe and wrestle With air
that hath no boughs to nestle My body, weary of empty clasp, Strong as a lion
and sharp as an asp --- Come, O come! I am numb With the lonely lust of devildom.
Thrust the sword through the galling fetter, All-devourer, all-begetter; Give
me the sign of the Open Eye, And the token erect of thorny thigh, And the word
of madness and mystery, O Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan, I am
a man: Do as thou wilt, as a great god can, O Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan!
I am awake in the grip of the snake. The eagle slashes with beak and claw; The
gods withdraw: The great beasts come, Io Pan! I am borne To death on the horn
Of the Unicorn. I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! {VI} I am thy mate, I am
thy man, Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am god, Flesh to thy bone, flower to
thy rod. With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks Through solstice stubborn to
equinox. And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend Everlasting, world without
end, Mannikin, maiden, Maenad, man, In the might of Pan. Io Pan! Io Pan Pan!
Pan! Io Pan!
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