Of Love to Leah

Come, my darling, let us dance
To the moon that beckons us.
To dissolve our love in trance,
Heedless of the hideous
Heat and hate of Sirius.
Shun his baneful brilliance.

Let us dance beneath the palm,
Moving in the moonlight, frond
Wooing frond above the calm
Of the ocean diamond,
Sparkling to the sky beyond,
The enchantment of our psalm.

Let us dance, my mirror of
Perfect passion won to peace,
Let us dance, my treasure trove,
On the marble terraces
Carven in pallid embroideries
For the vestal veil of love.

Heaven awakes to encompass us,
Hell awakes its jubilance
In our hearts mysterious
Marriage of the azure expanse,
With the scarlet brilliance
Of the moon with sirius.

Velvet swatches our lissome limbs,
Languid lapped by sky and sea,
Soul through sense and spirit swims,
Through the pregnant porphyry
Dome of lapis lazuli,
Heart of silence, hush our hymns.

Come my darling; let us dance
Through the golden galaxies,
Rhythmic swell of circumstance,
Beaming passion’s argosies,
Ecstasy entwined with ease,
Terrene joy transcending trance.

Thou my scarlet concubine,
Draining heart’s blood to the lees,
To empurple those divine
Lips with living luxuries,
Life importunate to appease,
Drought insatiable of wine.


Tunis in the tremendous trance, 
Rests from day’s incestuous
Traffic with the radiance
Of her sire, and over us,
Gleams the intoxicating glance
Of the moon and sirius.

Take the ardour of my impearled
Essence that my shoulders seek,
To intensify the curled
Candour of the eyes oblique,
Eyes that see the seraphic sleek,
Lust bewitch the wanton world.

Affric sands ensorcel us,
Affric seas and skies entrance,
Velvet lewd and luminous,
Night surveys our soul askance,
Come my love, and let us dance,
To the moon and sirius.


(Aleister Crowley)