09/11/17 - (Mars) Liber VII, Cap. I, v. 1-7
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And - we start with Liber VII today!
Liber VII, Cap. I, v. 1-7
- My God, how I love Thee!
- With the vehement appetite of a beast I hunt Thee through the Universe.
- Thou art standing as it were upon a pinnacle at the edge of some fortified city. I am a white bird, and perch upon Thee.
- Thou art My Lover: I see Thee as a nymph with her white limbs stretched by the spring.
- She lies upon the moss; there is none other but she:
- Art Thou not Pan?
- I am He. Speak not, O my God! Let the work be accomplished in silence.
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