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A Birthday

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"Aug." 10, 1911.

Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years
Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres!
A year of infinite love unwearying ---
No circling seasons, but perennial spring!
A year of triumph trampling through defeat,
The first made holy and the last made sweet
By this same love; a year of wealth and woe,
Joy, poverty, health, sickness --- all one glow

In the pure light that filled our firmament
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Vansh 07 February 2020

David jones

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DAVID 21 June 2018

great fan of crowley

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Sylvaonyema Uba 05 February 2017

Nice poem!

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Colleen Courtney 18 May 2014

A lengthy but interesting write. Was thrilled to find the mysticism he's so well known for interweaved throughout!

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Tanya Thakkar 29 October 2012

good one very nice fauous and finally AWESOME! ! ! ! ! !

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