The Neophyte Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFGFHIHIJKJL MNMNOPOPBQBQGFRFSTST UAUABIBIVMVMWBWBXEXE MVMVMCECY E

To night I tread the unsubstantial wayA
That looms before me as the thundering nightB
Falls on the ocean I must stop and prayA
One little prayer and then what bitter fightB
Flames at the end beyond the darkling goalC
These are my passions that my feet must readD
This is my sword the fervour of my soulC
This is my Will the crown upon my headD
For see the darkness beckons I have goneE
Before this terrible hour towards the gloomF
Braved the wild dragon called the tiger onG
With whirling cries of pride sought out the tombF
Where lurking vampires battened and my steelH
Has wrought its splendour through the gates of deathI
My courage did not falter now I feelH
My heart beat wave wise and my throat catch breathI
As if I choked some horror creeps betweenJ
The spirit of my will and its desireK
Some just reluctance to the Great UnseenJ
That coils its nameless terrors and its direL
Fear round my heart a devil cold as iceM
Breathes somewhere for I feel his shudder takeN
My veins some deadlier asp or cockatriceM
Slimes in my senses I am half awakeN
Half automatic as I move alongO
Wrapped in a cloud of blackness deep as hellP
Hearing afar some half forgotten songO
As of disruption yet strange glories dwellP
Above my head as if a sword of lightB
Rayed of the very Dawn would strike withinQ
The limitations of this deadly nightB
That folds me for the sign of death and sinQ
O Light descend My feet move vaguely onG
In this amazing darkness in the gloomF
That I can touch with trembling sense There shoneR
Once in my misty memory in the wombF
Of some unformulated thought the flameS
And smoke of mighty pillars yet my mindT
Is clouded with the horror of this sameS
Path of the wise men for my soul is blindT
Yet and the foemen I have never fearedU
I could not see if such should cross the wayA
And therefore I am strange my soul is searedU
With desolation of the blinding dayA
I have come out from yes that fearful lightB
Was not the Sun my life has been the deathI
This death may be the life my spirit sightB
Knows that at last at least My doubtful breathI
Is breathing in a nobler air I knowV
I know it in my soul despite of thisM
The clinging darkness of the Long AgoV
Cruel as death and closer than a kissM
This horror of great darkness I am comeW
Into this darkness to attain the lightB
To gain my voice I make myself as dumbW
That I may see I close my outer sightB
So I am here My brows are bent in prayerX
I kneel already in the Gates of DawnE
And I am come albeit unawareX
To the deep sanctuary my hope is drawnE
From wells profounder than the very seaM
Yea I am come where least I guessed it soV
Into the very Presence of the ThreeM
That Are beyond all Gods And now I knowV
What spiritual Light is drawing meM
Up to its stooping splendour In my soulC
I feel the Spring the all devouring DawnE
Rush with my Rising There beyond the goalC
The Veil is rentY
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Yes let the veil be drawnE

Aleister Crowley



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