Out of the womb of a perished prayer?
Where was life when the sultry air,
Hot with the lust of night and shame,
Brooded on dust, when thy shoulders bare
Shone on the sea with a sudden flame
Into all Time to abundant fame?
|—||Verses 2-4 from Liber Cheth vel Vallum Abiegni sub figurâ CLVI by Aleister Crowley in the Holy Books of Thelema|