Орфей призывает Гермеса. Алистер Кроули

O Light in Light! O flashing wings of fire!
   The swiftest of the moments of the sea
  Is unto thee
   Even as some slow-foot Eternity
 With limbs that drag and wheels that tire.
 O subtle-minded flame of amber gyre,
   It seems a spark of gold
   Grown purple, and behold!
  A flame of gray!
   Then the dark night-wings glow
   With iridescent indigo,
  Shot with some violet ray;
 And all the vision flames across the horizon
   The millionth of no time—and when we say:
  Hail!—Thou art gone!

 The Moon is dark beside thy crown; the Sun
   Seems a pale image of thy body bare;
   And for thine hair
   Flash comets lustrous with the dewfall rare
 Of tears of that most memorable One,
 The radiant Queen, the veiled Paphian.
   The wings of light divine
   Beneath thy body shine;
  The invisible
   Rayed with some tangible flame,
   Seeking to formulate a name,
  A citadel;
 And the winged heels are fiery with enormous speed,
   One spurning heaven; the other trampling hell;
  And thou—recede!

 O Hermes! Messenger of inmost thought!
  Descend! Abide! Swift coursing in my veins
  Shoot dazzling pains,
 The Word of Selfhood integrate of Nought,
 The Ineffable Amen! The Wonder wrought.
 Bring death if life exceed!
 Bid thy pale Hermit bleed,
  Yet life exude;
 And Wisdom and the Word of Him
 Drench the mute mind grown dim
  With quietude!
 Fix thy sharp lightnings in my night! My spirit free!
   Mix with my breath and life and name thy mood
  And self of Thee.