Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced,
The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced,
In the starlight as we wove us in a web of silk and steel
Immemorial as the marble in the halls of Boabdil,
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A very nice portrait in words of a spirited gypsy...I really admire Aleister Crowley's works.i'm really glad i can read his poetry on Poemhunter....some of his books are very hard to find....
i had an album called the number, or maybe the nature of the beast..very rare..had crowley reciting this poem...it was enchanting...to say the least...and now i hear his voice as i read it...mmmmmm
Quite an unexpectedly romantic and beautifully written piece of the poet! This poem lulled me into love with it!