Thrill with the lissome lust of the light,
     O man! My man!
     Come careering out of the night
     Of Pan! Io Pan!
     Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea
     From Sicily and from Arcady!
     Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
     And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards,
     On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
     To me, to me,
     Come with Apollo in bridal dress
     (Shepherdess and pythoness)
     Come with Artemis, silken shod,
     And wash thy white thigh, beautifal God,
     In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount,
     The dimpled dawn of the amber fount!
     Dip the purple of passionate prayer
     In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
     The soul that startles in eyes of blue
     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!
     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..
     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!

~ Aleister Crowley, 1929

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