Daye 67 / Hymn To Pan

thrill with 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
beautiful 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
and 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