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OFFICERS
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LUNA.®MDRV¯Silver Robe and Veil. Violin. Artemis. The Lady of the Moon.
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®MDNM¯CANCER. ®MDRV¯Amber Robe. Cup. Warden of the Holy Graal.®MDNM¯
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TAURUS.®MDRV¯ Orange Robe. Bow and Quiver. The Lord of the Bow.
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®MDNM¯A NYMPH. ®MDRV¯White Robe. The Head of the Dragon.®MDNM¯
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A SATYR. ®MDRV¯Black Robe. The Tail of the Dragon.
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®MDNM¯PAN. ®MDRV¯Black Robe, Tom-tom.
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In the east Luna is throned, Cancer on her right, Taurus on her left. Beyond these the Satyr and the Nymph. At the apex of a descending Triangle, upon the earth, Pan.®MDNM¯
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®MDRV¯One reciteth ~"The Twelvefold Certitude of God,"~ from 963.®MDNM¯
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®MDRV¯The veil is withdrawn.®MDNM¯
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CANCER. 333-333-333.
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TAURUS. 333-333-333.
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CANCER. 1. Brother Taurus, what is the hour?
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TAURUS. Moonrise.
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CANCER. 1. Brother Taurus, what is the place?
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TAURUS. The Chapel of the Holy Graal.
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CANCER. 1. What is my office?
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TAURUS. Warden of the Graal.
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CANCER. 1.What is my robe?
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TAURUS. Chastity.
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CANCER. 1. What is my weapon?
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TAURUS. Vigilance.
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CANCER. 1. Whom do we serve?
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TAURUS. The Lady Artemis.
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CANCER. 1. How many are her servants?
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TAURUS. Nine.
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CANCER. 1. Who are they?
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TAURUS. Three for the dew; three for the rain; and three for the snow.
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CANCER. 1. Who are the great Officers?
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TAURUS. Thyself, the Warden of the Holy Graal. Myself, the Lord of the Bow. A nymph, a satyr--
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PAN. 1. And Pan!
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CANCER. Brother Pan, I command thee to honour our Lady Artemis.
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TAURUS. Bear the Cup of Libation!
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CANCER. 333-333-333.
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®MDRV¯[Pan recites chorus from Swinburne's "Atalanta."®MDNM¯
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When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces,
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The mother of months in meadow or plain
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Fills the shadows and windy places
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With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain;
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And the brown bright nightingale amorous
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Is half assuaged for Itylus,
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For the Thracian ships and the foreign faces,
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The tongueless vigil, and all the pain.
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Come with bows bent and with emptying of quivers,
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Maiden most perfect, lady of light,
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With a noise of winds and many rivers,
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With a clamour of waters, and with might;
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Bind on thy sandals, O thou most fleet,
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Over the splendour and speed of thy feet;
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For the faint east quickens, the wan west shivers,
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Round the feet of the day and the feet of the night.
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Where shall we find her, how shall we sing to her,
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Fold our hands round her knees, and cling?
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O that man's heart were as fire and could spring to her,
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Fire, or the strength of the streams that spring!
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For the stars and the winds are unto her
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As raiment, as songs of the harp-player;
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For the risen stars and the fallen cling to her,
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And the southwest-wind and the west wind sing.
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For the winter's rains and ruins are over,
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And all the season of snows and sins;
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The days dividing lover and lover,
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The light that loses, the night that wins;
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And time remembered is grief forgotten,
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And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
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And in green underwood and cover
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Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
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The full streams feed on flower of rushes,
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Ripe grasses trammel a travelling foot.
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The faint fresh flame of the young year flushes
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From leaf to flower and flower to fruit;
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And fruit and leaf are as gold and fire,
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And the oat is heard above the lyre,
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And the hoofed heel of a satyr crushes
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The chestnut-husk at the chestnut root.
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And Pan by noon and Bacchus by night,
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Fleeter of foot than the fleet-foot kid,
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Follows with dancing and fills with delight
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The Maenad and the Bassarid;
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And soft as lips that laugh and hide
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The laughing leaves of the trees divide,
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And screen from seeing and leave in sight
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The god pursuing, the maiden hid.
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The ivy falls with the Bacchanal's hair
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Over her eyebrows hiding her eyes;
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The wild vine slipping down leaves bare
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Her bright breast shortening into sighs;
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The wild vine slips with the weight of its leaves,
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But the berried ivy catches and cleaves
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To the limbs that glitter, the feet that scare
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The wolf that follows, the fawn that flies.
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TAURUS. The goddess stirs not.
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CANCER. Silence is the secret of our Lady Artemis.
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PAN. Hath no man lifted her veil?
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CANCER. No man hath lifted her veil.
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TAURUS. Bear the Cup of Libation!
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CANCER. 333-333-333. It is the hour of sealing up the shrine.
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TAURUS. Let us banish the spirits of the elements.
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®MDRV¯[Performs the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram and returns.]®MDNM¯
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Bear the Cup of Libation!
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CANCER. 333-333-333. Let us banish the spirits of the planets.
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®MDRV¯[Performs the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Hexagram and returns.]®MDNM¯
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Bear the Cup of Libation!
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PAN. 333-333-333. Let us banish the holy Emanations from the One, lest our Lady's sleep be stirred.
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®MDRV¯[He banishes the Sephiroth by the appointed Ritual.]®MDNM¯
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Bear the Cup of Libation!
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CANCER. 333-333-333. Brother Taurus, the shrine is well guarded.
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TAURUS. The shrine is perfectly guarded.
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SATYR. Bear the Cup of Libation!
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CANCER. 333-333-333.
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PAN.
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Hear me, Lord of the Stars!
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For thee I have worshipped ever
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With stains and sorrows and scars,
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With joyful, joyful endeavour.
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Hear me, O lily-white goat!
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O crisp as a thicket of thorns,
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With a collar of gold for Thy throat,
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A scarlet bow for thy horns!
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Here, in the dusty air,
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I build Thee a shrine of yew.
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All green is the garland I wear,
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But I feed it with blood for dew!
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After the orange bars
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That ribbed the green west dying
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Are dead, O Lord of the Stars,
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I come to Thee, come to Thee crying.
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The ambrosial moon that arose
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With breasts slow heaving in splendour
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Drops wine from her infinite snows,
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Ineffably, utterly tender.
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O moon! ambrosial moon!
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Arise on my desert of sorrow,
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That the magical eyes of me swoon
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With lust of rain to-morrow!
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Ages and ages ago
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I stood on the bank of a river,
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Holy and holy and holy, I know,
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For ever and ever and ever!
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A priest in the mystical shrine,
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I muttered a redeless rune,
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Till the waters were redder than wine
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In the blush of the harlot moon.
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I and my brother priests
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Worshipped a wonderful woman
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With a body lithe as a beast's,
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Subtly, horribly human.
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Deep in the pit of her eyes
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I saw the image of death,
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And I drew the water of sighs
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From the well of her lullaby breath.
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She sitteth veiled for ever,
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Brooding over the waste.
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She hath stirred or spoken never.
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She is fiercely, manly chaste!
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What madness make me awake
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From the silence of utmost eld
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The grey cold slime of the snake
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That her poisonous body held?
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By night I ravished a maid
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From her father's camp to the cave.
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I bared the beautiful blade;
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I dipped her thrice i' the wave;
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I slit her throat as a lamb's,
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That the fount of blood leapt high
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With my clamorous dithyrambs,
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Like a stain on the shield of the sky.
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With blood and censer and song
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I rent the mysterious veil;
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My eyes gaze long and long
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On the deep of that blissful bale.
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My cold grey kisses awake
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From the silence of utmost eld
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The grey cold slime of the snake
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That her beautiful body held.
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But--God! I was not content
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With the blasphemous secret of years;
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The veil is hardly rent
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While the eyes rain stones for tears
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So I clung to the lips and laughed
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As the storms of death abated,
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The storms of the grievous graft
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By the swing of her soul unsated.
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Wherefore reborn as I am
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By a stream profane and foul,
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In the reign of a Tortured Lamb,
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In the realm of a sexless Owl,
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I am set apart from the rest
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By meed of the mystic rune
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That reads in peril and pest
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The ambrosial moon--the moon!
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For under the tawny star
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That shines in the Bull above
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I can rein the riotous car
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O galloping, galloping Love;
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And straight to the steady ray
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Of the Lion-heart Lord I career,
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Pointing my flaming way
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With the spasm of night for a spear!
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O moon! O secret sweet!
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Chalcedony clouds of caresses
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About the flame of our feet,
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The night of our terrible tresses!
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Is it a wonder, then,
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If the people are mad with blindness,
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And nothing is stranger to men
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Than silence, and wisdom, and kindness?
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Nay! let him fashion an arrow
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Whose heart is sober and stout!
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Let him pierce his God to the marrow!
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Let the soul of his ~God flow out!
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Whether a snake or a sun
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In his horoscope Heaven hath cast,
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It is nothing; every one
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Shall win to the moon at last.
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The mage has wrought by his art
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A billion shapes in the sun.
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Look through to the heart of his heart,
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And the many are shapes of one!
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And end to the art of the mage,
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And the cold grey blank of the prison!
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And end to the adamant age!
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The ambrosial moon is arisen.
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I have bought a lily-white goat
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For the price of a crown of thorns,
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A collar of gold for its throat,
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A scarlet bow for its horns;
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I have bought a lark in the lift
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For the price of a butt of sherry:
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With these, and God for a gift,
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It needs no wine to be merry!
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I have bought for a wafer of bread
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A garden of poppies and clover;
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For a water bitter and dead,
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A foam of fire flowing over.
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From the Lamb and his prison fare
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And the Owl's blind stupor, arise!
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Be ye wise, and strong, and fair,
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And the nectar afloat in your eyes!
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Arise, O ambrosial moon,
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By the strong immemorial spell,
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By the subtle veridical rune
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That is mighty in heaven and hell!
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Drip the mystical dews
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On the tongues of the tender fauns,
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In the shade of initiate yews,
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Remote from the desert dawns!
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Satyrs and Fauns, I call.
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Bring your beauty to man!
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I am the mate for ye all;
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I am the passionate Pan.
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Come, O come to the dance,
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Leaping with wonderful whips,
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Life on the stroke of a glance,
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Death in the stroke of the lips!
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I am hidden beyond,
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Shed in a secret sinew,
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Smitten through by the fond
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Folly of wisdom in you!
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Come, while the moon (the moon!)
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Sheds her ambrosial spendour,
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Reels in the redeless rune
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Ineffably, utterly tender!
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Hark! the appealing cry
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Of deadly hurt in the hollow:--
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Hyacinth! Hyacinth! Ay!
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Smitten to death by Apollo.
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Swift, O maiden moon,
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Send thy ray-dews after;
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Turn the dolorous tune
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To soft ambiguous laughter!
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Mourn, O Maenads, mourn!
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Surely your comfort is over:
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All we laugh at you lorn.
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Ours are the poppies and clover!
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O that mouth and eyes,
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Mischievous, male, alluring!
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O that twitch of the thighs,
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Dorian past enduring!
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Where is wisdom now?
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Where the sage and his doubt?
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Surely the sweat of the brow
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Hath driven the demon out.
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Surely the scented sleep
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That crowns the equal war
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Is wiser than only to weep--
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To weep for evermore!
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Now, at the crown of the year,
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The decadent days of October,
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I come to thee, God, without fear;
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Pious, chaste, and sober.
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I solenmly sacrifice
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This first-fruit flower of wine
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For a vehicle of thy vice,
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As I am Thine to be mine.
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For five in the year gone by
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I pray thee give to me one;
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A lover stronger than I,
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A moon to swallow the sun!
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May he be like a lily-white goat,
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Crisp as a thicket of thorns,
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With a collar of gold for his throat,
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A scarlet bow for his horns!
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CANCER. May our Lady Artemis be favourable!
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TAURUS. May our Lady Artemis never be awakened!
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®MDRV¯[NYMPH comes forward and dances her virginal dance.]®MDNM¯
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PAN. Of what worth is the gold in the mine?
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CANCER. Brother Pan, be silent.
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NYMPH. Bear the Cup of Libation!
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CANCER. 333-333-333.
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PAN. Mother of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake!
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Silence and Speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are at stake.
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By the Rose and the Cross I conjure;
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I constrain by the Snake and the Sword;
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I am he that is sworn to endure--Bring us the word of the Lord!
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By the brood of the Bysses of Brightening,
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whose God was my sire;
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By the Lord of the Flame and the Lightning,
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the King of the Spirits of Fire
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By the Lord of the Waves and the Waters,
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the King of the Hosts of the Sea,
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The fairest of all of whose daughters was mother to me;
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By the Lord of the Winds and the Breezes,
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the King of the Spirits of Air,
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In whose bosom the infinite ease is that cradled me there;
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By the Lord of the Fields and the Mountains,
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the King of the Spirits of Earth
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That nurtured my life at his fountains
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from the hour of my birth;
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By the Wand and the Cup I conjure;
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By the Dagger and Disk I constrain;
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I am he that is sworn to endure;
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Make thy music again~!
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I am Lord of the Star and the Seal;
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I am Lord of the Snake and the Sword;
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Reveal us the riddle, reveal!
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Bring us the word of the Lord;
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As the flame of the sun, as the roar of the sea,
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as the storm of the air,
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As the quake of the earth--let it soar for a boon,
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for a bane, for a snare,
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For a lure, for a light, for a kiss, for a rod,
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for a scourge, for a sword--
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Bring us thy burden of bliss--
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Bring us the word of the Lord!
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TAURUS. In vain thou askest speech from our Lady of Silence.
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CANCER. Bear the Cup of Libation!
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PAN. 333-333-333.
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Roll through the caverns of matter, the world's irremovable bounds!
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Roll, ye wild billows of ether! the Sistron is shaken and sounds!
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Wild and sonorous the clamour, vast in the region of death.
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Live with the fire of the Spirit, the essence and flame of the breath!
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Sound, O sound!
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Gleam in the world of the dark, where the chained ones shall
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tremble and flee!
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Gleam in the skies of the dusk, for the Light of the Dawn is in me!
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Light on the forehead, and life in the nostrils, and love in the breast,
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Shine, O Thou Star of the Dawning, thou Sun of the Radiant Crest!
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Shine, O shine!
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Flame through the sky in the strength of the chariot-wheels of the Sun!
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Flame, ye young fingers of light, on the west of the morning that run!
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Flame, O thou Meteor Car, for my fire is exalted in thee!
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Lighten the darkness and herald the daylight and waken the sea!
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Flame, O flame!
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Crown Her, O crown Her with stars as with flowers for a virginal gaud!
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Crown Her, O crown Her with Light and the flame of the
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down-rushing Sword!
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Crown Her, O crown Her with Love for maiden and mother and wife!
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Hail unto Isis! Hail! For She is the Lady of Life!
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Isis crowned!
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CANCER. In vain thou invokest our Lady of the Moon!
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TAURUS. Bear the Cup of Libation!
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CANCER. 333-333-333.
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PAN. Must every star that saves the night
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Gleam fearfully afar,
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Give no man love, but only light,
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Or cease to be a star?
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Nay, there's no man since time began
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Through the ages until now,
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But won the goal of his set soul,
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A star upon his brow!
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Oh! though no star serene as thou
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Shine in my night forlorn,
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Come, let me set thee on my brow,
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And make its darkness morn!
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PAN. ®MDRV¯[rises]®MDNM¯ Brother Satyr, scourge forth these that profane the sanctuary of our Lady: for they know not the secret of the shrine.
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®MDRV¯[SATYR dances the dance of the scourge, driving the officers down the stage, where they crouch.]®MDNM¯
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PAN. ®MDRV¯[Goes to altar.]®MDNM¯ Brother Satyr, I command you to perform the dance of Syrinx and Pan, in honour of our Lady Artemis.
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SATYR. And in thine honour!
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®MDRV¯[He dances the dance and falls prostrate in the midst.]®MDNM¯
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PAN. ®MDRV¯[Advancing to the Throne of Luna.]®MDNM¯
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Uncharmable charmer
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Of Bacchus and Mars,
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In the sounding rebounding
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Abyss of the stars!
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O virgin in armour,
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Thine arrows unsling
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In the brilliant resilient
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First rays of the spring!
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By the force of the fashion
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Of love, when I broke
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Through the shroud, through the cloud,
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Through the storm, through the smoke,
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To the mountain of passion
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Volcanic that woke--
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By the rage of the mage
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I invoke, I invoke!
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By the midnight of madness,
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The lone-lying sea,
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The swoon of the moon,
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Your swoon into me;
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The sentinel sadness
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Of cliff-clinging pine,
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That night of delight
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You were mine, you were mine!
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You were mine, O my saint,
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My maiden, my mate,
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By the might of the right
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Of the night of our fate.
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Though I fall, though I faint,
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Though I char, though I choke,
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By the hour of our power
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I invoke, I invoke!
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By the mystical union
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Of fairy and faun,
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Unspoken, unbroken,
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The dusk to the dawn!--
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A secret communion,
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Unmeasured, unsung,
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The listless, resistless,
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Tumultuous tongue!--
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O virgin in armour
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Thine arrows unsling,
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In the brilliant resilient
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First rays of the spring!
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No godhood could charm her,
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But manhood awoke--
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O fiery Valkyrie,
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I invoke, I invoke!
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®MDRV¯[He tears down the veil. LUNA plays accordingly.®FN1®MDNM¯Chaccone; Bach.®MDRV¯¯ A long silence.®MDNM¯
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CANCER. 333-333-333.
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TAURUS. 1. Brother Warden of the Graal, our task is ended.
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CANCER. Let us depart, it is accomplished. |