THE PILGRIM AT the dawn of the bout Of my life I set out For the Palace of Light. At the end of the road I have found an abode In the Tavern of Night. Ever on! ever on! Said the day-star, and shone! Ever on! and above! Said the even-star: rest In the night on my Breast! Beyond light there is love. But I stayed not; I feared A false witch in her weird. I went on, ever on, Till the day and the night And the love and the light Were, suddenly, gone. Came the Voice of the Lord: "Now receive the reward {130} Of the laughers at Life, Who, faint, have not failed; Who, weak, have not wailed: My one jewel --- a wife. "Since the ape stood erect For a sign of his sect There have only been ten. So perfect were they That their names are to-day Forgotten of men." I took her, and still Through the wit and the will And the way and the word And the crown of all these, By the water at ease Sings our bliss as a bird. Together! together! The wage of the weather {131} I liberty, light; Is loyalty, love; Is laughter, above The caprices of night. From ocean emergent Springs splendid, assurgent, The strenuous sun. The shadows are gone, But the tune ripples on, And the word is but one. Let all that is living Unite in thanksgiving To Heaven above, For the Heaven within, That a woman may win For a man --- that is love. At the end of the road I have found an abode In the Tavern of Night; And behold! it is one With the House of the Sun And the Palace of Light! ALEISTER CROWLEY.