Star In the West TNR.pdf - The Hermetic Library

I think we should principally read it, the poetry of life and hope, and not the
mystic throbs of some deep aspiration.
Charicles and Archais are the golden children of the Tree of Life; she is
under the curse of Jove – as all pure love has been under the anathema of
some god – and he, blinded by his love, sets the mystic key in the secret
lock, opening to his desire the hidden corridor of knowledge; the spell falls
hissing as a snake. The picture of their meeting is beautiful indeed. Thus we
find Archais:
She lay within the water, and the sun
Made golden with his pleasure every one
Of small cool ripples that surround her throat,
Mix with her curls, and catch the hands that float
Like water-lilies on the wave.*1.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
Chance bowed herself across the sunny bars,
And watched where through the silence of the lawn
Came Charicles, the darling of the dawn,
Slowly, and to his steps took little heed;
He came towards the pool, his god-wrought reed
Shrilling dim visions of things glorious,
And saw the maiden, that disported thus,
And worshipped…*2.
*1. The Tale of Archais, vol. i, p. 7.
*2. Ibid. vol. i, p. 8.
As Percy, “a moment, and he flashed towards her side.” He clasps her to his
breast, kisses her, is dismayed:
Her perfect eyelids drooped, her warm cheek paled,
A tear stole over it.*
*The Tale of Archais, vol. i, p. 8.
He is tender, pitiful, this is no Angela.
My perfect love, O love! for strange and dread
Delights consume me; I am as one dead